I have a role in the heavens

Perhaps it was because Emperor Qian was satisfied with the progress of Yang Qian's martial arts training, or because Emperor Qian had a preference for Yang Qian. Yang Qian's daily use has improved, and even every meal he eats is yellow rice. The best rice is southern rice, and yellow rice is the best rice in the south. Yellow rice is as golden in color, sweet and delicious, and extremely chewy. It has the effect of cleaning up impurities and purifying the body for warriors. A pound of yellow rice It is worth as much as a pound of gold, and only a few people in the prince's house can eat it for every meal.

Yang Qian ate the freshly steamed yellow rice, his mouth was full of fragrance, and he felt the impurities in his body gradually reducing. He knew that if he always had yellow rice to enjoy, he would definitely be able to reach the realm of an innate martial artist faster.

Yang Qian gently chewed the strong yellow rice in his mouth, and secretly sighed in his heart, he was really poor in culture and rich in martial arts. How could ordinary martial arts practitioners have such financial resources to buy so many training resources? No wonder it is difficult to do so. When you are young, you can only join the army or become a tribute to a powerful family.

When Yang Qian was studying and studying, he inevitably felt a little bored and wanted to find something to do. However, he was still young and could not participate in government affairs, so he asked Emperor Qian to allocate a piece of land in the palace. Try growing your own yellow rice and other rare rice varieties.

Emperor Qian looked at his respectful son in front of him, who was only five or six years old. He had a rare pleasant expression and showed a trace of fatherly love, and said.

"Since you want to try it, then give it a try. The royal family should pay attention to farming and set an example for the people of the world!"

Emperor Qian looked at Yang Qian who showed a hint of joy, thought for a moment, and said.

"But there isn't much free space in the palace, so why not level up the garden outside the prince's residence and leave it for you to farm?"

Yang Qian naturally nodded in agreement. The prince's residence was now occupied only by him, who had lost his mother. Cultivating rice there would naturally be convenient for him to observe at any time without being disturbed by others, and it would be more in line with his wishes.

Yang Gan bowed to thank him, then raised his head to look at Emperor Qian, and said with some embarrassment.

"Although we have the land, I can't get the grain seeds. I'm afraid I still need my father's help!"

There was a smile in Emperor Qian's eyes. This son was quite obedient and knew that he was his biggest supporter. He didn't want to worry about anything. He just asked himself for it, which saves worry and trouble. Unlike other sons, who are now already As I get older, my thoughts inevitably become more complicated, and I and I begin to make insinuations and learn to test my own thoughts.

When Emperor Qian thought of this, he loved Yang Qian a little more, and said with a voice like gold and jade.

"My father can help you with this matter, but you also need to make some achievements. As a descendant of the royal family, your first priority is the country!"

Emperor Qian's brows relaxed slightly, he looked at the serious Yang Qian, felt satisfied, and continued.

"What is Sheji? Sheji is the god of soil and grain. The soil supports all things, and the grains nourish the people. Food is the first priority for the people. As long as the people have food to eat, there will be no chaos in the world! So I can give you land and grain seeds. But you have to produce something to satisfy me!"

Yang Qian restrained his joy slightly and said in a serious voice.

"My son understands that he will definitely gain something and will not disappoint his father!"

Emperor Qian nodded, no longer looking at You, but began to deal with government affairs.

Yang Qian had a very discerning eye, knowing that Emperor Qian had no time to pay attention to him, so he bowed and left on his own.

Yang Gan was walking on the way back to his residence, thinking slowly in his heart. His original intention was not to plant yellow rice, but to try to see if he could cultivate new varieties and increase some training resources so that he could improve his martial arts in the future. Diligence, after all, the yellow rice can only support him to cultivate to the realm of visceral training and become an innate martial artist. After the marrow training and blood exchange, the yellow rice has almost no effect and has no effect on his martial arts realm. Any help.

Emperor Qian was very quick. Basically at night, people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs cleaned up the garden of the prince's residence and sent precious rice seeds such as yellow rice, amethyst rice, and pearl rice for Yang Qian. Very pleased.

Yang Qian was not impatient, but first searched for classics, and continued to learn more about the planting requirements of various grains in Yangshen World. He also learned about the characteristics and functions of these rice, and did a lot of homework. Just planting notes was enough. I have written no less than three books, which can be said to be a deep effort.

Emperor Qian was quite expecting Yang Qian to make some achievements at first, but it was because he hadn't heard Yang Qian make any moves for a long time, so he put the matter behind him with some disappointment. If Yang Qian really achieved nothing in the future, , I'm afraid it will be difficult to get help from Emperor Qian. After all, you yourself are not up to par, so why should you expect Emperor Qian to respond to your requests?

More than half a year passed in a flash, and it was the rice sowing season again. This time Yang Qian began to experiment with rice cultivation.

Yang Gan looked at the deserted garden, overgrown with weeds, and looked helplessly in the distance. He didn't want to trouble others anymore, so he changed out of his python robe and put on a pair of coarse linen clothes. He rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning up the mess by himself. After the grass and weeds were cleared, the soil was turned, watered, and cultivated, and the garden was completely transformed into farmland, divided into very neat squares.

Yang Qian then planted different kinds of rice in each piece of land according to different rice planting requirements, and carefully took care of each kind of rice. In addition to practicing martial arts, he spent all his time on this, taking all the planting processes into consideration. I recorded all the problems I encountered, looked for solutions, looked up books, and asked experienced farmers.

As spring turns to autumn, Yang Qian selects the rice seeds he planted every year. After five years, he cultivates the optimal rice seeds, starts the cross-breeding of new rice seeds, and tests the hybridization of different rice seeds. It took more than ten years of his youth to develop the characteristics of the new variety, and he went through all kinds of difficulties.

The entire study room was filled with test data. You can tell how much effort Yang Qian spent, but he finally gained something and got the new variety he wanted.

During this period, other princes had already begun to participate in politics, win over courtiers, and gather power. Only Yang Qian still stayed in the palace to study and cultivate new varieties of rice. He became a little transparent, and was even laughed at behind his back as the mud-legged prince. He was considered a grown-up. He laughed at the rich and powerful.

Yang Gan held a rice plant in his hand and twisted it open. He looked at the golden jade-like, round-like pearl rice, and his face was full of pride. The golden jade pearl rice has finally been cultivated. Its characteristics are very stable and will not degrade. Finally, it can be planted on a large scale. This golden, jade and pearl rice is of great benefit even to martial saints and immortals. It speeds up the blood transfusion efficiency by at least 30% and shortens the period of weakness.

As for how Yang Qian came to this conclusion, that is a secret.