Fu Qin starts with a plan

Chapter 460 Give Shi Huang popular science about hybrid rice
"You said Guiguzi's daughter likes you?"

Ying Zheng was standing in front of the desk with a brush in his hand, practicing calligraphy.

From the time when Qin Wangfu was shrouded in mist to when Shi Huangdi summoned him, the interval was only two hours.

Zhao Kun helplessly told the story of Wang Xue's appearance.

Seeing Ying Zheng's disbelief, he said firmly, "I think that woman is sick!"

"She just said she likes you, but she didn't tell you what to do. How could she be sick?"

"Wang Ya is my fiancée, this is my original wife." Zhao Kun narrowed his eyes and analyzed: "That woman has nothing to do with me, she just came to me after listening to Guiguzi, let alone I don't like her at all, why does she like her?" I?"

"Why did Guiguzi let her come to you?"

"It should be a beauty trick."

"Beauty plan?"

"It just makes me fascinated, and I can't stop."

Ying Zheng was still writing and didn't raise his head: "If this is the case, then it's my son's fault. He usually messes around outside and is about to get married. He still doesn't know how to behave!"

Zhao Kun rolled his eyes, a little speechless.

Yes, he can't understand his father a little bit. He clearly knows that he is for the secret of the imperial mausoleum, but he keeps silent.

He wanted to take the initiative to ask, but he didn't know how to ask.

And if he spoke, Ying Zheng might not necessarily tell him.

"So, it doesn't matter if I don't become the prince, if I do, I will be stared at by everyone."

Zhao Kun shook his legs, his mouth slanted and his eyes slanted: "After all, I am young and vigorous, and I am very popular among older sisters and younger sisters."

"is it?"

"Of course." Zhao Kun squinted at Ying Zheng: "So don't give me a concubine, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."

"Did they all go to the house last night?"

"Go, I didn't like it, it's too ugly to put it bluntly."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng raised his head and said to Zhao Kun, "Naughty." Then he continued to practice calligraphy.

This is too calm.

I planned to mobilize Yingzheng's temper and let him take the initiative to find topics, but it turned out that he was so Buddhist today, which was unexpected.

Obviously, when something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Zhao Kun had no choice but to take the initiative to confess, and said dejectedly, "Can't Father cooperate with me?"

"I don't even want to be a prince anymore, how can I indulge your youthful vigor?"

"It's just talking casually. I really don't want to be it. I ran away a long time ago. Why do I still talk in front of you?"

Zhao Kun walked up to Yingzheng, leaned his back on the table and said, "Father and elder brother can't do without me, and I can't bear to part with you either."

"You have a conscience, boy."

Ying Zheng glanced at Zhao Kun: "But how did you get on with Guiguzi?"

"Because of the emperor's uncle."

"Uncle?"

Zhao Kun turned his head, picked up a brush from the brush holder, and twirled it around: "Guiguzi has great powers, and he was allowed to go to him decades ago, so he gave Uncle Huang a token and asked me to go to him." Look for him on the banks of the Han River."

"Guiguzi is quite proficient in Qimen alchemy, and he is also very good at recognizing people's faces. If he has figured out that you are looking for him, it would be reasonable."

Ying Zheng continued to write: "But you just said Uncle Emperor, so what happened?"

"Uncle Huang told me something about the imperial mausoleum. It is said that father's illness has something to do with the imperial mausoleum."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng stopped, turned to look at Zhao Kun and asked, "Are you going to investigate the imperial tomb?"

"Father also knows that my mother's death is related to the imperial mausoleum, right?" Zhao Kun said, "Father ate my elixir and it expired prematurely. I'm afraid I won't be able to save my life."

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment: "Then what are you going to do?"

"My father didn't tell me, and my uncle didn't tell me. Guiguzi hasn't come yet, so I can only wait for the right time."

Speaking of this, Zhao Kun paused, and said: "But people from Baijia seem to have come to Xianyang, and I want to start with them."

"People from a hundred families are indeed a direction."

Ying Zheng nodded, picked up the brush again and began to write: "I won't tell you because I can't tell you. It's a group of existences that I can't imagine. Maybe it has something to do with ancient times."

"Is it ancient?"

Zhao Kun frowned, and suddenly remembered something, and asked Ying Zheng: "Father, the emperor's search for immortals and medicines, may it be related to them."

"Have."

Ying Zheng simply answered one word, but did not continue.It seems a bit secretive.

Zhao Kun looked at him, thought for a moment, and then said: "Father, don't worry about the imperial tomb, I will be careful. As for the Baijia, I am not in a hurry for the Yinyang family, but more interested in the farm family. .”

"farmhouse?"

"Aminu brought back some seeds from the Western Regions. My brother has been worrying about food recently. I want them to produce some out-of-season crops."

"What off-season crops?"

"It's hybridization, greenhouses and the like."

Ying Zheng smiled: "These terms you have never heard of before, are you going to create a problem for the farmer?"

"It's actually not that difficult."

Zhao Kun was bored, turned around and lay down on the table, and took the ink from the inkstone: "As long as you find wild high-yielding heterogeneous species, crossbreed them, and breed the next generation, the yield will naturally increase."

"What about the shed?"

"It is to build a house in the field, so that the vegetable seedlings have the ability to resist natural disasters and adjust a suitable growth environment."

"This……"

Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment, then looked at Zhao Kun: "Is this taught by your fairy master again?"

"of course."

"Is there any basis?"

Zhao Kun thought for a while, and said, "Master appears and disappears like a ghost, I want to give evidence, but I can't give it, but I can give an example."

"What example?"

"For example, there are two couples in Xianyang City. They just got married, and their family urged them to have a child. Both of them have ordinary looks. What does the emperor think of their child's appearance?"

"Naturally, it's nothing special."

"Then what if two people look good?"

"Ha ha."

Ying Zheng smiled noncommittally: "I understand what you mean. Children can inherit the advantages of their parents, but how can crops be compared? Your example is unreasonable."

"Why is it unreasonable?" Zhao Kun also laughed.

"People can combine with each other, how can crops?"

"Father is saying that there are no bridal chamber candles for crops?"

Ying Zheng glared at Zhao Kun, but didn't answer.

"Or, Father thinks that crops have no lust? Can't do that..."

"Snapped--"

"Oh, why did your father hit me!" Zhao Kun rubbed his head and shouted dissatisfied.

Ying Zheng was helpless, and finally said: "It's like passing on the family line. Men need to find women to complete it. The hybridization you mentioned should be similar to this?"

"Yes."

"How do crops hybridize?"

"Isn't this the same reason?" Zhao Kun explained strangely: "Humans need the next generation, and plants also need the next generation, so they will do the same things as people do."

"Then how do they do it?"

"Aren't there seeds?"

"Where do the seeds come from?"

"After the flower falls, there is fruit, which is the seed."

"This makes sense, but there is still a process."

"What process?"

"It's a rough process." Zhao Kun joked a little funny: "Father is also a veteran, why did he fall into this kind of misunderstanding?"

"You kid is misleading me!"

Ying Zheng glared at Zhao Kun angrily, and then blushed slightly, and without looking at Zhao Kun, he frowned and said, "Skip these processes, do you mean that crops can be like people and cultivate excellent next generation?"

"It's theoretically possible!"

Zhao Kun replied, then picked up a pen, pulled a piece of paper, and randomly flowered a flower, explaining to Yingzheng: "My Daqin's crops are mainly millet, wheat, and rice."

"Sweet potatoes and potatoes are complementary."

"The rice has the best prospects and tastes good."

"Then let's talk about hybrid rice first."

"Crops are also divided into male and female, and they have the need to pass on to the next generation. When the season of recovery of all things comes, they will do things."

Ying Zheng frowned and listened carefully.

Zhao Kun pointed to the stamens: "Crops grow in one place and cannot be moved, so how can they survive?"

"how?"

"evolution!"

"What evolution?"

"This is more complicated, and I will talk about it later."

Zhao Kun waved his hand and drew another flower: "Now these two flowers represent two crops. They are of the same kind, divided into male and female. If we want to pass on the family, we must first meet their pollen."

"If everyone stays where they are, how can the pollen meet?" Ying Zheng questioned.

Zhao Kun smiled and said: "This is a good question, first of all I want to thank nature."

"Nature?"

"Yes."

Zhao Kun nodded, drew two little bees on the flower, and asked Ying Zheng, "Do you know your father?"

"Honey?"

"During the flowering season, can you often see honey flying among the flowers?"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Zhao Kun looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Father, have you figured it out?"

Ying Zheng stroked his beard and signaled Zhao Kun to continue.

Zhao Kun said with a smile: "Actually, during the process of picking flowers, honey will be contaminated with pollen. When it finishes picking one flower and goes to the next one, those pollen will meet in two."

"Well. This is indeed possible."

"It's not possible, it's just like this!"

Zhao Kun continued: "Bees are the medium of pollen transmission, and there are other mediums in nature, such as wind."

"The pollen blown by the wind may also be scattered on other flowers."

"Um……"

Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, raised his hand and said, "Go on!"

"Then let's talk about crops, also known as hybridization."

Zhao Kun looked at Ying Zheng: "Since nature allows bees to spread pollen, even the wind can do it, why can't hardworking people complete this job? For example, artificial pollination?"

"You mean, when the crops are blooming, let people get the pollen down and meet each other?" Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes.

"good."

Zhao Kun nodded and said: "The essence of hybridization is to select two crops that need to be bred and conduct artificial pollination, so that the offspring produced will have the advantages of the two plants."

"It's like an ordinary-looking but burly man and a handsome-looking but short woman forming a husband and wife?"

"Father, it's okay, this example is slow and appropriate!"

Zhao Kun gave Yingzheng a thumbs up, and said: "Back to the crops themselves, such as wheat with disease resistance but low yield, and hybrids with poor disease resistance but high yield."

"The result is disease resistance and high yield, right?"

"Father is wise!"

Zhao Kun flattered him casually: "The so-called hybridization is as simple as that."

"It's really easy to say."

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Kun with a smile, and said quietly: "But it's such a simple thing, only my son can discover it, and can explain the corresponding reasoning, which shows that my son is talented and extraordinary in doing things."

"so far so good."

Zhao Kun scratched his head and smiled, "I don't even look at whose son I am."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng snorted and said with a smile, "You just took wheat's disease resistance as an example. If the disease resistance does not meet the standard, no matter how high the yield is, it will be useless."

"That's it."

"Then it follows that the disease resistance and high yield of new varieties are not so easy to obtain?"

Zhao Kun thought for a while and said, "An experiment is needed."

"The experiment is fine, but what counts as a high yield?" Ying Zheng asked.

"At least it must be higher than the original crop yield."

Zhao Kun put down the pen in his hand and replied: "The same is true for disease resistance. It needs to be compared with the previous one. Only in this way can we see room for improvement and carry out the next experiment."

"According to your estimation, how much will the production increase be?"

"About fifty percent."

"Fifty percent?!" Ying Zheng was surprised.

Zhao Kun crossed his arms: "This is just a conservative estimate."

"Am I serious?"

"When did the emperor see that I lied to you?"

"This"

Yingzheng hesitated for a moment, and said, "If it wasn't for being out of shape, Father would have believed in you, but this matter is no small matter, and Father still couldn't believe it without seeing the actual harvest."

The ancient people's affection for food is like modern people's affection for mobile phones.

The development of science and technology, especially the appearance of Grandpa Yuan, changed the world and solved the problem of food and clothing.

Except for war-torn countries and places that cannot be covered by technology, modern people have basically bid farewell to the era of starvation.

But farming societies are different.

Throughout history, even in the Tang Dynasty when all nations came to court, famines caused by natural disasters appeared from time to time.

What's more, in other dynasties, it was normal for the people to not have enough to eat, and the days when they could have enough to eat were called prosperous times.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if the Qin Dynasty had high-yield grains such as sweet potatoes and potatoes, it still could not meet the conditions for living and working in peace and contentment.

After all, sweet potatoes and potatoes cannot be used as staple foods for a long time.

And sufficient rice can enable the country to establish a strong military force and expand abroad.

Because of this, Yingzheng now cares more about the rice than the army.

When Zhao Kun said that he could increase rice production by [-]%, Yingzheng asked him to start research immediately, and he also put on a strict father's posture, not allowing him to play around, forbidding his technology to leak, and not asking farmers for help.

It was just brutal.

Zhao Kun felt that Ying Zheng had stripped him of his human rights.

But Yingzheng told him that if he could increase rice production by [-]%, it would be a great contribution, even if he died, he would die without regret.

Under both hard and soft tactics, Zhao Kun had no choice but to shoot himself in the foot.

However, he is still planning to use the people from the peasant family. It is impossible for him to want this kind of self-styled pattern.

As long as people from the farm family can be used by him, they are professionals.

In the future, we will vigorously develop agriculture, and they will be indispensable.

Regarding this point, Ying Zheng just reminded him that the specific tasks had to be handled by Zhao Kun.

His task is actually simple, as long as he writes out the theory of hybridization, there will be someone from the court to take over.

But for such a simple matter, Zhao Kun felt scratched.

To be honest, it is extremely simple to explain the theory of hybrid rice, but to write it systematically involves too many disciplines, even if you copy the encyclopedia, it will take days and nights.

You know, in this era, there is no computer typing, only handwriting.

It was originally Grandpa Yuan's business, but now it has become his business, and it has to start from BC.

Sin! ! !
(End of this chapter)