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The next day, the news that the hybrid rice could produce 400 jin per mu appeared in the newspapers, and the Wuxutu Pictorial used a whole page to publish it.

Even for this kind of current affairs news, the publication style of the pictorial newspaper is the same as before, all expressed in the form of comic strips.

At the beginning, it was a picture of the hard work of farmers growing food, and then after the autumn harvest, one weighed less than a stone, and after paying taxes, the family tightened their belts to live, and finally the whole family was yellow and emaciated.

Immediately after that is the following comic strip, which is dated exactly in 1926, and those same sallow and emaciated farmers started growing food again.

In one picture, a new improved variety, hybrid rice, is specially marked.

Then, the farmers took care of them day by day, and when the autumn harvest was very tenth, the field was endlessly golden.The individual grains are full, big and numerous.

The farmers were all red and smiling, and when they weighed it, it turned out that the yield per mu was 400 catties.These words are bold and enlarged, especially prominent.

The farmers sold their grain and bought furniture, each family member put on new clothes, and killed the family's big fat pigs during the New Year. They didn't sell a catty of meat, and kept everything for themselves.

The next picture is also N years later, the same family sitting together to eat, the youngest child in the family is being fed meat by the mother, the child turned his head and said: "I don't like meat."

Don't look at the ending with just such a sentence, but it has attracted countless people's eyes.

What kind of era is this, lack of clothing and food, no oil and water on the dinner table year after year, which child can say that I don't like meat.Even the rich young men and young ladies in that big family can't!

An old man who was reading a newspaper quietly wiped away his tears. Obviously, this comic strip didn't even have a few words, let alone any provocative and tear-jerking descriptions, but the old man wanted to cry inexplicably.

His companion said: "Why did you cry after reading a pictorial?"

The old man handed the newspaper to his companion and said, "You can read it yourself."

After the companion took it over to look at it, he was also silent.It took a long time before he said in a hoarse voice: "If this picture is real, it would be great. The yield per mu is 400 catties, 400 rice."

Although both of them noticed that a painting was marked with two dates before 1925 and 1926, they didn't take it seriously, thinking it was the author's imagination of this year.

The old man twitched the corners of his mouth and said bitterly: "I hope that one day the things in the picture will come true, even if I can't wait for those few days, my children and grandchildren can wait until that day, and I will have no regrets if I know anything in the spring." gone."

Both of them fell silent, their hearts were extremely heavy, and they quietly flipped through the Wuxutu pictorial, but their minds were swaying, and they couldn't settle down no matter what.

Suddenly someone in the teahouse shouted, "Look at the current affairs news on the fourth edition of Wuxutu Pictorial. It actually reported in words that Wuxu Academy of Agricultural Sciences has developed a new type of improved variety, which is said to be able to produce 400 catties per mu. !"

"What, the yield per mu is 400 catties, how is this possible!"

"Is this a fantasy novel written by an author in the wrong place?"

"No, look at the front, the government also published public regulations to prove that there is indeed 400 catties of rice per mu, and it also said that sweet potatoes can reach more than 3000 catties per mu."

"Oh my god, are those people in the government crazy? How is this possible!"

"That's right, isn't it irresponsible to publish such an announcement? What if the farmers really believe it?"

"It's just to convince them. It's not mentioned above. This year, we will plant this high-yielding new breed in the entire Wuxu City."

"Playing the piano randomly, if this fails, what will the people of Wuxu City eat this year? Drink the northwest wind!"

The teahouse was in a mess, everyone, regardless of farmers, idlers, or rich kids, all of them had crossed the hierarchy at the moment, and they all gathered together to discuss, talking about this matter.

In a certain university, the classrooms that were supposed to be in class did not teach as usual, and the professor personally read the news to his students.

"Teacher." A classmate raised his hand and asked, "Is the report in the newspaper true?"

The old professor stared at the students seated wisely, and all the young faces looked at him expectantly, eager to get an affirmative answer from their respected teacher.

But the old professor could not deceive these students who trusted him wholeheartedly, he said: "I hope this is true."

The students in the seats all slumped like a punctured ball, and a student who was dressed plainly and even patched burst into tears on the spot.

"Please, if it's true this time, the government will be reliable this time, even if it's only reliable this time."

The students all understood his excitement. They all knew that the boy’s parents were farmers.

"Let me tell you, it's true this time!" A low but extremely firm voice sounded from the door.

The students all looked at the voice, and the crying boy stood up immediately, "Principal."

The principal motioned him to sit down, strode up to the podium, his eyes scanned every student sitting on the seat seriously, and finally he suddenly smiled, "This time it's true, I saw it, students, I saw it with my own eyes yesterday Yes, in the experimental field of Wuxu Academy of Agricultural Sciences, the yield per mu is 400 jin, it has reached it, it is a success!"

Suddenly there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers in the classroom. The boy who cried just now squatted on the ground and hugged his head and began to cry. At first, he whimpered softly, and then burst into tears.But the students all know that this is his cry of joy, joy, and infinite expectations for the future.

After school, the students gathered together in twos and threes, and everyone was still discussing this matter.

A female student had a cheerful smile on her face, "Great, I really didn't expect that our Academy of Agricultural Sciences is so powerful that it has researched a new method to increase food production."

"I didn't expect it either, but I'm so excited. Will I never starve to death on the road again?"

"I really want to know which researcher made it, and I want to give him flowers. He is my idol, our national hero, and I want to praise him."

"It is estimated that the name of this hero cannot be published for the time being."

"Why?" The female classmate was puzzled.

"Nowadays domestic warlords are fighting each other, and foreign countries are also eyeing us. If such a great figure is publicized in a high-profile way, and his appearance and address are reported, what if some bad guys assassinate him?"

"Yeah, why didn't I think of this." The classmate thumped his head in frustration, "I don't want to know anymore, as long as this hero is fine."

"Hehe, you really believe it!" At this moment, a discordant voice came in.

Several enthusiastic students who were discussing glared at him together, "What do you mean by that?"

"It literally means that the yield per mu is 400 catties. You don't think the cowhide is blowing too much, and the government is not afraid of the wind blowing its tongue."

The female classmate was furious, "Even if you don't believe in the government, it's hard to believe that you don't trust the principal, but the principal has seen it with his own eyes."

The boy showed that everyone was drunk and I was sober. "The principal is not appointed by the government. If something really happens, how can he not turn to the government? He, the principal, doesn't want to do it anymore?"

"The principal is not the kind of person who works for a tiger, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. It's absolutely impossible to produce 400 catties per mu. Foreign countries are so developed and don't have such a high output. How can it be possible in our country?"

"Why is it impossible?" The female student said unconvinced: "Our country is backward in development, but don't forget that our country has a long history, and China has a history of 5000 years. How can the history of the foreign country you speak of be comparable to ours? Huaxia planting technology with millennium planting experience.

Besides this kind of thing, why does the government lie to us? "

"Why, it's nothing more than rights. It must be another province that is going to war again, and they want to win the hearts of the people by doing this." The boy shook his head as if he had seen through all the government's plots.

"Anyway, I trust the principal."

"I also trust the principal." The students followed suit, and some even pushed the person next to them, "Speak up."

"I, I don't know, I want to trust the principal, but is it too exaggerated to produce 400 catties per mu and several thousand catties of sweet potatoes per mu?"

"You see, anyone with a brain knows to question."

There are voices like this everywhere, some believe it, some don't believe it, Shen Chengrun, who published this news, was also blocked and asked over and over again.

Shen Chengrun answered tirelessly every time, "It's true, this time it's true, I can swear it on my life."

"That's not necessary." Bai Mingyang said hurriedly: "The students are just asking, there is no other meaning."

"I know, I'm answering very seriously." Shen Chengrun said: "This year's autumn harvest, you will be able to see the harvest."

"I believe in you." Bai Mingyang smiled and said, "Since you have said so, Chengrun, I will definitely ask my dad to fully support the promotion of planting this year. All new varieties will be planted, and no old varieties will be planted in an acre."

Shao Hongjun also said: "My family also has land, and when I go back, I will let the tenants in my family plant new and improved seeds."

"Thank you for your trust. Believe me, you will never lose money for planting new seeds." Shen Chengrun said solemnly.

"They're all brothers, don't believe who you trust."

The students were still discussing this matter after school at night, Li Ming caught up with Bai Mingyang and said, "Mingyang, you don't really believe Shen Chengrun's words, do you?"

Bai Mingyang stopped and said calmly, "What are you talking about?"

"What else is the thing that produces 400 catties per mu!"

"Why don't I believe it? This matter has nothing to do with Chengrun. Why did Chengrun lie?"

Li Mingdao: "For Ye Yi's sake. Who doesn't know that Ye Yi is backed by the Marshal's Mansion, and whoever has the final say in our Wuxu is not the Marshal. This must be the Marshal's plan, maybe what the public opinion is for. Everyone knows Ye Yi's relationship with the commander-in-chief. Ye Yi's words are not credible, which pushes Shen Chengrun out.

But the two of them are so nice that they wish they could wear a pair of pants. If he can believe what he says, who is stupid? "

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