Cultivate a male god: After listening to persuasion, I became a top-notch

Chapter 112 Basic exercises, don't be six, sit down! (Four more, ask for a monthly pass!)
For the last scene of the play, the pre-screen preparation time was a little long.

But the audience at the scene was not impatient at all. Taking advantage of the gap between preparations, the auditorium was buzzing, talking about the plot of the previous scenes and the acting skills of the actors.

Seeing Chen Delu coming back from the backstage and quickly returning to his seat, Huo Renhong smiled and leaned over.

"Dean Chen, are you going backstage to comfort your favorite student?"

"No, no, it's such a hot day, these kids are working hard, go and have a look."

"Haha...Look, the show hasn't finished yet, but Dean Chen is feeling sorry for the students!"

Hearing Huo Renhong's teasing, the deans of several departments beside him also laughed.

"Don't you feel sorry for this guy, the Academy of Film and Television gave us a lesson tonight. The Academy of Film and Television has been silent before, but now there is a surprise, which makes people have to doubt you Dean Chen has been brewing for a long time, and wants to use the school celebration to show off!"

"Hmm... I'm thinking about one thing now. To tell the truth, old Chen Yu, the student who played Song Yingxing went to the scientific research achievement exhibition at noon today, and you arranged it, right?"

"Hiss, how can you defile people's innocence out of thin air!"

Facing the jokes from several directors, Chen Delu's face turned pale.

"It's really not my arrangement. Let me tell you the truth. Although I approved the establishment of this drama club, I haven't paid much attention to it since it was established. To be honest, these children can set up the drama club in such a short period of time. I am happy to reach this level, but at the same time I am also surprised.”

"Look, what's wrong with admitting it? Your film and television academy stole the limelight today, and they're all from the same school. What can we say?"

"That's right, your School of Film and Television is the youngest department in our school. We big brothers, why can't we look down on the little brother?"

For a while, they didn't know whether Chen Delu's words were true or not, and the deans were suspicious, and joked a few times.

It was at this time that the curtain in front of the stage was slowly pulled up with the sound of a reminder bell.

The last scene of "China in Classics" is here!

As I said before, from the third act of scientific research to the fifth act of Tiangong's creation of books, the plot structure is presented from the perspective of Song Yingxing's memories in his later years.

And in this last scene, with the end of Song Yingxing's memory, the stage scene returned to the beginning, where the old Song Yingxing was in the countryside.

"Unexpectedly, that bow turned out to be a farewell forever."

Standing on the right side of the stage, Song Yingxing, whose back was no longer straight and whose voice seemed to have been beaten by wind and frost, sighed.

Holding the hoe with one hand, he lowered his head dejectedly, and silently looked at the audience.

"In the 15th year of Yongli, I resigned and returned to my hometown."

"In the 16th year of the Yongli calendar, brother Boju fled with his whole family because his family and country were broken. The boat and car overturned the whole family in Junshan Lake...and died."

"In the 17th year of the Yongli calendar, my brother Song Yingsheng resolutely died for the country because of his righteousness as a courtier."

Speaking of the unbearable past events of his family and country, Song Yingxing, who was in his later years on stage, hunched over.

On the empty stage, his body shrank into a ball, looking so sad, so desolate and lonely.

The girl studying at the side silently supported his arm, helping him to sit on the ground slumped.

"Brother Chang Geng!" "Third brother!"

Just as Song Yingxing covered his face with his sleeves and wept bitterly in his later years, a greeting suddenly sounded from the left side of the stage.

Raising his head suddenly, he saw the two figures illuminated by lights on the other side of the stage. He staggered up from the ground in an awkward posture that was extremely unfriendly to the elderly.

"Brother! Brother Boju!"

Looking at the two figures from a distance, he stretched out his hands.

However, the two figures took a step back and laughed loudly.

"Brother Boju, look at his outfit. He must have gone to work in the fields!"

"Well, he likes to learn from Shennong since he was a child. He has a dream of affluent food and clothing in the world. Hahaha..."

Looking at the two figures who are only a few steps away, but seem to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, Song Yingxing's lips trembled and his voice choked up in his later years.

"Brothers, in the past ten years since you left, I see you in my dreams every day, I...I miss you so much!"

"Hahaha……"

Seeing the old man kneeling on the ground with a plop, the two elder brothers who still maintained their middle-aged appearance burst out laughing.

"Look at him, when he gets old, he's still like this good-for-nothing!"

"My beard is white, and I love to cry so much, hahaha..."

"Okay, don't cry. Brother Chang Geng, getting to know you once, this life is worth it! "Tiangong Kaiwu" is a good book, I believe it will be handed down to future generations. The benefits, presumably the world will not forget the benefits of me, Tu Shaoying. Hahaha..."

"Third brother, in life, writing books and making words to benefit future generations is not in vain! Although I didn't do it, I have no regrets in helping you complete "Heavenly Creation of Things"! Remember what you said at the beginning? Five grains are worth less than gold and jade, this book..."

Looking at the two elder brothers who were out of reach, Song Yingxing wiped away his tears and stood up staggeringly from the ground.

His gaze flickered again, as if he had returned to the barge that went to Beijing when he was young, and returned to the day when "Tiangong Kaiwu" was written more than ten years ago!

"It has nothing to do with fame and fame...haha!"

Seeing the revived Song Yingxing, the two elder brothers on the side of the stage smiled and joined hands to pay respects, and gradually disappeared.

He hurried forward a few steps, and saw the two elder brothers who had disappeared, Song Yingxing in his later years stretched out his hand in front of him, and lowered it.

He turned around silently, and looked at the girl who claimed to be from more than three hundred years later with muddy tears.

"Girl...you...really come from more than three hundred years later?"

Facing his question, the girl nodded heavily.

"That……"

At this moment, Song Yingxing hesitated instead.

"Then... "Heavenly Creation" was still... in your era, did anyone still read it?"

Facing his anxiety like a primary school student, the girl slowly took his hand.

"Sir, if you want, I will take you today to see the... created by heaven 300 years later."

"lead the way!"

With Song Yingxing's willing consent in his later years, the girl led him to the space-time tunnel that appeared behind him.

Amidst the tears in the auditorium, the background behind the stage slowly changed.

"Dear passengers, the high-speed train from Nanchang West to BJ West is about to depart."

In the station of the modern city, a row of clean and white Fuxing Express passed by.

"This, this is?"

Song Yingxing on the stage was taken aback when he saw the high-speed train roaring past like an arrow.

"Sir, this is a boat car built by us Chinese ourselves 300 years later! We call it a high-speed rail, from Nanchang West to BJ West, which is the section from your hometown to Beijing for the exam. It only takes more than three hours to sit on it. It's here!"

"Impossible, I have traveled this way six times! Each time it takes half a year!"

Facing Song Yingxing's astonishment, the girl smiled faintly.

On the big screen behind her, a passenger plane soaring in the sky appeared.

"That's not too fast, sir. Look at it. This is a big plane built by the Chinese today. If you sit on it, the same journey will only take an hour!"

"This, isn't this just flying through the clouds?"

Seeing his fascinated look, the girl smiled and shook her head.

"This is not so much flying through the clouds, this is flying through the clouds!"

As she said, the background has come to Jiuquan.Inside the launch base, a rocket is igniting and taking off!

"This is our Chinese-made Long March launch vehicle! We can bring the lunar rover all the way to the moon."

"moon?"

Hearing this, Song Yingxing's burning eyes flashed.

"Is it where Chang'e lives?"

"Don't be disappointed, there is no Chang'e on the moon. However, we brought back the soil there from the moon."

"This lunar soil, yes, can it be used for farming?"

Following Song Yingxing's anxious inquiry on the stage, the audience was tearful, and the live broadcast room, which was completely silent during the plot, fell into a rare and quiet live broadcast room, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The Chinese people have been obsessed with farming since ancient times!

Seeing the scene of the lunar rover collecting lunar soil, Song Yingxing clenched his fists excitedly.

"There was Qu Yuan's "Heavenly Questions" in ancient times, and later generations went to the moon to ask the sky. It is magnificent and wonderful!"

In response to his praise, the girl smiled reservedly.

"Sir, what else would you like to see?"

Facing this question, Song Yingxing rubbed his hands, and licked his lips with the shyness and anticipation of a schoolboy.

"I...I still want to see... Nai Li after more than 300 years!"

"I got it."

Smiling, the girl took his hand.

At this moment, the lights on the other side of the stage came on.A square of paddy fields with gratifying growth was presented in front of all the audience.

Seeing those rice with tall stalks and thick ears, Song Yingxing ran over quickly.

"These rices, each of these rice plants has more than a dozen ears of rice, and the grains are so full, how is this possible! What kind of rice is this?"

Facing his ecstatic gaze, the girl smiled faintly.

"This was developed by a scientist named Yuan Longping. It is the third generation of high-yielding hybrid double-cropping rice. It is currently working hard to break through the goal of [-] jin per mu."

"Three thousand catties?!"

This number completely shocked Song Yingxing.The rice plant in his hand seemed to become heavy at this moment, and he couldn't help holding it with both hands.

"At that time, our yield was five or six hundred catties per mu, which was considered high yield! This Yuan Longping is really amazing! Can I see him?"

Just as he was talking, a tall and thin figure appeared on the other side of the "rice field".

Facing the girl's signal, Song Yingxing walked up anxiously. He wiped the mud from his hands, and grabbed the hand of the tall and thin old man.

At this moment, on this stage, two scholars who have spanned more than [-] years of time and space completed a handshake like a creation.

The two looked at each other, looking at each other, speechless for a long time.

On the stage, the figure facing each other after 300 years of time and space directly penetrated the tear glands of the audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room!

"I'm crying to death, two people who are fighting for the common people, shaking hands across time!"

"Two great people, two people who have nothing to do with their achievements! Salute!"

"This is inheritance! From generation to generation, there will always be those who have dedicated themselves to the country and the people to stand up and make our country and nation better. This is the spirit that our Chinese civilization can continue to this day!"

"Ahhh! Fengshen, this drama, this scene, will always be a god in my heart!"

"Damn it, I'm crying to death. I suddenly remembered that there was a question on Zhihu before, saying that the ancient corvee diggers who dug canals were only provided with porridge and mustard. Would they rebel? The most praised answer is like this, Resist, you Crazy? They can dig a canal into Siberia!"

"Yes, in ancient times, porridge represented fine grains after shelling, and pickled mustards represented high-quality salt. The people at the bottom of the ancient world could eat these things!"

"Brothers, let me tell you something that everyone doesn't like to hear. It's been more than ten years since our country got rid of hunger. Thank you Grandpa Yuan, the god of agriculture!"

On the stage.

beep!
Receive amazing value, 10116 points!
Hearing another reminder that the amazing value was credited, Li Youzhi let go of Yuan Longping played by Wang Hui.

This guy's lines are not good, so you can't say too much, otherwise it will be easy to perform badly.

Let go of the tall and thin old man's hand, and he returned to Tu Susu's side.

Looking at the thriving rice fields, there is envy and even greed in his eyes.

"It's so good, I really want to live in your era! You... This is the real creation of nature. What other ingenious skills do you have? I, I want to see it again."

ha? !

On the stage, Tu Susu was taken aback when he heard Li Youzhi's sudden words.

That's not how the script was written, Hun Dan!
Don't break free from the script, hey!
At least give me a time to react, at least give me a look! Hundan!

When Tu Susu was in chaos, Li Youzhi on the stage looked towards the audience.

Stared at by his eyes full of thirst for knowledge, Bian Yongchang, the dean of the Agricultural College who had been moved to tears by the plot on stage, suddenly got up.

"Mr. Song!"

piao~~bright!
Hearing Bian Yongchang's call from the audience, Li Youzhi pretended to be taken aback, walked off the stage slowly, and saluted Bian Yongchang slightly.

"I don't know what Mr.

"Mr. Song, I am Bian Yongchang, Dean of the Agricultural College of Rongcheng University. Our college is now optimizing the fourth-generation digital planting and precision agriculture technology."

Hearing Bian Yongchang's excited report, Li Youzhi showed doubts—this is really doubts, after all, he is a scumbag.

"Dean Bian, I don't know what this precision agriculture... is?"

"It is to use the global positioning system and remote sensing technology to program and control drones and ground machinery to perform point-to-point sowing, irrigation, fertilization, medication, and harvesting of farmland crops! Once this technology is applied, hundreds of acres, thousands of acres On the farm, only two people can complete all the work from spring sowing to autumn harvest!"

"Mr. Song! There is also our gene editing project! After the research of our School of Biological Sciences, using genetic technology, the lodging resistance of corn has been increased by 8 percentage points. When our results are applied to the market next year, it is estimated that it can improve our province by at least 300 million tons of corn production!"

Just as Bian Yongchang finished speaking, the dean of the School of Biological Sciences stood up and introduced.

Anti-disease body activates plant immunity technology, Bacillus engineering bacteria technology to control insects, low-cost and easy-to-degrade slow-release fertilizer...

Li Youzhi's gaze became even brighter as the deans got up and excitedly introduced the scientific research results related to agricultural science.

He didn't nod heavily until he finished listening to the last dean's narration.

"That's great, I really envy your era."

He clasped his hands together, bowed solemnly to the deans and department heads who were staring at them.

"Thank you, thank you for doing things I didn't even dare to think about!"

Just as he bowed down, the big old hands dragged his arms.

As soon as Li Youzhi raised his head, he saw Huo Renhong whose eyes flickered, and at some point he had already stood in front of him.

"Sir, we cannot accept this gift from you."

Helping Li Youzhi up, Huo Renhong turned and looked at all the teachers and students present:

"The results of scientific research are not achieved overnight, and knowledge has its inevitable inheritance. The so-called long history means that people like Mr. Song Yingxing have passed on the past from generation to generation, and our hardworking and brave people have continued to struggle, and today's prosperity is possible!"

When Huo Renhong turned around, his eyes flickered.

"Sir, do you know what the school motto is?"

Facing his confused gaze, Huo Renhong straightened his waist.

The more than 1000 teachers and students present also stood up silently.

"Think naturally and adapt!"

"Enlighten the mystery and use it for practical use!"

"Relieve the difficulties of people's livelihood!"

"Become the pillar of the country!"

The uniform school motto resounded through the hall.

The sound that shook the universe traveled all the way through the gate of the concert hall.

Pass through the green grassy playground, pass through the bustling cafeteria, and pass through the earliest campus gate of Agricultural University.

At the gate of the school, a statue looking up into the distance has been mottled by the years.

The statue is dressed in a Taoist robe of the Ming Dynasty and holds a scroll in its hand.

On the cover of the book, there are four large characters of "Heavenly Creation".

In one chapter of the scroll, a line of small characters is specially marked with red paint by the school, which is particularly conspicuous.

"Think naturally, but can adapt. Think mysteriously, but can be practical."

That's... the first paragraph of "Heavenly Creation, Nai Li Pian"!
　PS: A chapter of more than 4700 words~ Don’t say it’s too short!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)