Poofy!

In a vacant warehouse in Baikal Space Port, tens of thousands of kilograms of original golden rice were piled up. They were all golden in color, but if you turn them carefully, some of them have been moldy for a long time, and I don’t know if they can still take root and sprout.

This pile of seeds is just a waste of money for tourists who are free to collect, but for the earthlings, there is hope that they can have enough food and nothing to do.

There are many types of rice in the Milky Way, and Homo sapiens’ favorites do not mean they can be sold at sky-high prices. They don’t plan to sell it, as if they cannot sell pandas.

"See, this is the original golden rice seed." Lin Fang said to Wei Miao, "No waste will grow."

"That's called the Deep Space Giant Kun trapping tree..." Wei Miao's brows jumped, forget it, peace! Don't be fooled by evil powers...

Next to the two, Dong Mo Tonggong talked with an energetic old man and introduced him to this plant. The old man had been working on rice cultivation for his whole life, and the more he listened, the less he couldn't believe it, as if he had returned to a crazy bragging era.

"The trapped trees match 95%." Lin Fang said again, "There are 5% other things, and there is a type called "Dohalani Coke Tree", which is used for burning fire."

"Why do you have to make me go crazy? Ah!" Wei Miao finally shouted, "Even if it's a waste, it has the special significance of a family heirloom!"

Lin Fang immediately looked serious, "Aoji tourists cannot quarrel while they are on Earth! Are you going to cause a big disaster?" He shouted: "Since you are so unstable, please send you to the moon to watch over those two guys, go."

"Is this your conspiracy?"

"Have you two made a fuss..." Dong Mo Tong was furious, and lifted them one by one and threw them out, "Everyone goes to the moon!!"

The old man looked at the rice seeds in front of him, as if he hadn't heard of the quarrels around him, "You really want to be able to produce tens of thousands of kilograms per mu? How high can it grow?"

"Yes!" Dong Mo Tonggong rushed back to his original position in an instant, took a helmet and handed it to the old man, "Please wear this, I'll take you to see the information on the actual situation."

The two of them wore helmets, and a green field appeared around them, and the sky was so blue that there was no impurities.

"Old sir, this is the Penglai field where golden rice seeds were sown. Now I will adjust the time to five minutes a month. After the golden rice is sown, farmers do not need to take care of it."

When Dong Motong's eyes moved, the old man felt that the whole world had become a fast shot. The clouds in the sky came and went, and there were sunny and rainy days. The rice fields quickly grew from a tender bud to green rice. The rice stalks were as thick as pillars, and the height continued to soar.

Ordinary rice on Earth can grow to about 1.2 meters high; giant rice can grow to 2-2.2 meters, but it can only reach a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu, and there are many problems in promotion. However, the rice in front of us has not stopped until it grows nearly 10 meters, blooms, and produces rice ears, and it is larger than a broom.

When time returns to normal flow rate, the fields are already filled with rice, rows of dense like city walls, and the strong wind cannot blow the heavy rice ears.

The old man smiled, laughing happily, his face blushed, like a child who had obtained the treasure, "Can he plant it in the desert?"

"Well, but we have not specifically analyzed the ecological changes brought about by changing the desert, so we first replaced the current rice fields with golden rice before doing other promotions."

"Even now, all the arable land is replaced, and everyone can eat enough!"

"Old sir, you know more about this than us." Dong Mo Tonggong said sincerely, "We really hope that you can serve as the "Golden Rice Planting Group Leader" of the alliance, responsible for promoting golden rice and allowing all people on earth to eat."

When the old man encountered this happy event, he seemed to be a few decades younger. He did not refuse, "Okay, I'll take this burden."

Dong Mo Tonggong nodded happily, and there were finally some reliable people in the Earth Alliance.

...

Following the medical treatment this day, the Earth Alliance has made new moves in benefiting mankind. Rice will be free, and everyone can eat one bowl and pour one bowl!

"Have you eaten your rice?" This sentence will also have a new meaning, meaning "Have I helped you? No thanks, you're welcome." Everyone has too much rice in their homes, they can't eat it, they will rot, waste and cause conscience. When someone comes to eat their own rice, they will feel very happy.

As soon as the news came out, agricultural products prices plummeted. Bulls in futures such as rice, corn, wheat, soybeans and other futures broke their positions, and a group of speculators tried to jump into space and commit suicide.

In the stock market, gold concept stocks rose sharply, but when retail investors figured out that "golden rice" had nothing to do with gold, gold stocks fell sharply, but the dealer immediately seized the turbulence of the futures market and promoted the risk aversion market, and gold stocks rose sharply again. In addition, Longping Hi-Tech (000998) was suspended for suspected concealing major matters.

The farmers were very panicked! As soon as the golden rice came out, they didn’t even need to be managed. Several robots sow seeds and harvested them. Can farming still make money?

Although there is actually golden rice or not, the earth's agriculture will definitely enter the era of full automation. But suddenly, they felt that the knife cut their meat. Others could not get along with it and they could go home to grow sweet potatoes and sell sweet potatoes. What about them? They kept growing it.

...

"China! They hurt our farmers, they snatch our market, China!"

In Washington, the White House Oval Office, the President cursed angrily, and the officials of the Department of Agriculture all looked ugly.

The United States is a major agricultural country, and many voters who support Mr. President are farmers. If they cannot appease them, everyone will have trouble. In fact, farmers across the United States have already taken cattle and sheep and drove tractors to the streets to protest, and many are demanding to throw nuclear bombs into Baikal Spaceport.

The President scolded China for not being unreasonable. The old guy "head of the Golden Rice Planting Group" is Chinese! And the old guy announced that he would first use China as a "pilot" to fully implement golden rice. What about those aliens? There is no opinion.

"Why haven't I officially met them?" asked the President, roaring, waving his index finger hard, "It's almost three months since I've been taken away once, I'm just sitting in this office! The worst and greatest shame!"

The Minister of Agriculture and their secretary were speechless, and the secretary didn't say anything. In fact, the White House tried to make arrangements, but Bebe told "The Captain and they don't have time to pay attention to you."

"They are scaring us and want us to make concessions." The President kept scolding, "No way! There is no fair agreement, absolutely no way! How many golden rice seeds in China have, the United States should double! This is necessary, otherwise all Chinese goods will be subject to a 1,000% tax!"

"Mr. President..." The Minister of Agriculture had to speak, "They were more like ignoring us..."
Chapter completed!