Earth Cultivator

Chapter 246 The Old Professor's Shock
"Well, the aroma is light but not scattered, the color is white and smooth, and the grains are full! Huh? The grains are thin, long, and oval, which is completely different from the shape of rice grains grown in the modern world!"

At the dining table, Old Professor Yang stared straight at the rice grains carved from white jade on the chopsticks, shaking his head and talking to himself.

Wan Litong on the side raised her two little feet, stuffed her mouth full of rice grains, and wrinkled her pretty little nose to look at Grandpa Yang.

After Mo Yuying put a few green vegetables in the bowl for her little granddaughter, she glanced at the old professor and said, "Hurry up and eat it! Can you fill your stomach just by looking at it like that? People in their decades, even Little Tongtong is worse!"

The old headmaster watched his old friend's face change rapidly under the old wife's scolding, he shook his eyebrows and gloated!

The old professor is depressed!

The two couples took turns to despise each meal!
Then he relaxed his wrist, opened his mouth and put the rice into his mouth.

After chewing for a while, the old professor's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Old Zhao, what kind of rice is this? I'm afraid that the taste is not comparable to the newly cultivated pearl rice!"

The old headmaster raised his gray brows and said: "You just took a bite! If you take a few more bites, you will be able to taste the tempting taste! Compared with pearl rice, I'm not talking big, and then cultivate ten generations of this The taste is also incomparable! Otherwise, how could Xiao Tongtong, who usually doesn't like to eat, sit and eat so obediently now!"

Wan Litong heard his grandfather mentioned himself at the end, what a clever little guy!With a slight roll of his eyes, he knew that grandpa was talking about his own little problem.

So the little guy gave grandpa a hard look first, and then after looking down at the snow-white and fragrant rice in the small porcelain bowl, she decided to fill her stomach first, and finally settle the score with grandpa!
Too bad, I was missed by my little ancestor!
Seeing his granddaughter giving him a pretty look, the old headmaster grunted worriedly in his heart.

Seeing that the old friend ignored him, the old professor asked anxiously, "Oh, you haven't told me what kind of rice this is? Where did it come from?"

It's you, old guy, who made me feel uneasy again at night!Hey, you make me uncomfortable and I make you uncomfortable too!

After muttering twice to himself, the old headmaster quickly restrained his emotions and replied solemnly: "This rice, called white jade, was accidentally obtained by one of my students from the mountains in the southwest. Listen to him, the people in that small village because of Because of eating this kind of rice often, everyone is healthy, and seven out of ten live to be over a hundred years old!"

The old professor became even more anxious when he heard the words: "Where is that small mountain village in the southwest? Since ancient times, there have been legends that indica rice comes from the deep mountains in the southwest. Maybe what your student encountered is the most authentic indica rice in the legend! No, hurry up. Give me the contact information of that student of yours, and I will ask him carefully! Oh, I might as well go there myself!"

Seeing the anxious look on his old friend's face, he wished he could fly to that non-existent small mountain village to inspect that indica rice. The old headmaster first laughed three times in his heart, and then tried his best to hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth and said seriously: " I'm afraid it won't work! Do you know what my student does? He is a special talent who enjoys the special allowance of a national academician, and he won't appear in front of people in normal times!"

The old professor almost scratched his head and said impatiently: "Oh, how can this be good!"

Seeing this, Mo Yuying couldn't bear it anymore.

The old man first gave the old principal a hard look, then looked at the old professor with a funny look and sighed, "I mean you are too! You have been fooled by Lao Zhao for decades, but you still haven't made much progress. ? Just believe what he says!"

Hearing this, the old professor opened his eyes wide and stared angrily at the old principal, gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "This old guy is lying to me again!?"

"Hahahahaha"

Seeing the angry look on his old friend's face, the old headmaster finally couldn't help laughing.

Wan Litong, who was on the side, saw his grandfather laughing so happily. After sweeping past Grandpa Yang's gloomy face, the little guy raised his neck and "giggled" lightly.

With a smile on the corner of Mo Yuying's mouth, he yelled at the old man: "Is this how you act as a grandfather? Don't be afraid of spoiling Xiao Tongtong!"

The old professor at the side still stared fiercely at the old headmaster with a gaze that looked like he was looking at an enemy.

If he didn't know that his old arms and legs were not suitable for strenuous exercise, he would have the heart to beat this old guy up!

After letting out a few mouthfuls of sullen air, the old professor continued to ask angrily, "Where did this rice come from?"

Mo Yuying pointed to a few vegetables on the table and replied softly: "It was Fang Yufan who delivered these vegetables."

"It's him?" The old professor frowned, "It's strange, where did he get this rice? It's impossible for such high-quality rice to appear in the market! Is it impossible, absolutely impossible!"

At the end, a touch of shock quietly surfaced on the old professor's ruddy old face.

"What's impossible?" Seeing the change in the old friend's face, the old principal couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and straighten his waist and said, "The rice was indeed sent by that student Fang Yufan!"

The old professor was still talking to himself.

"Old Yang!"

The old headmaster narrowed his eyes slightly, and following his deep shout, a forceful aura rushed towards the old professor through the air.

"Old Yangtou, are you okay?" Mo Yuying looked at the old professor with worried eyes and said, "You are already in your decades, so what else can you worry about!"

"Hehe, I'm fine!" Seeing the two old friends looking at him with concern, the old professor said with a chuckle, "Sister Mo is right, she is half buried in the loess, what else can you not think about?" Yes! But"

A deep sense of incomprehension, doubt, and enthusiasm quickly flashed alternately in his pupils.

"Old Zhao, do you still remember the Muhe I'm cultivating? Hehe, the seeds of this Muhe were all provided by that student Fang Yufan! In this way, this student must have something that we have been cultivating for a long time. Never thought of it!"

The old professor had a look of relief.

The old principal asked rather puzzled: "Isn't it just a meal! Why did you get involved with a student?"

"It doesn't matter!" The old professor raised his voice and said, "You don't know the value of this kind of rice, and you don't know that there is no such rice in the market now, no, there is no such kind of rice in the whole world!"

The old headmaster had a flash of inspiration: "You mean this kind of rice is the legendary Muhe rice?"

"Huh? That's not right! Didn't Fang Yufan give you all the seeds back then? Then where did he get the rice? That day he gave away a full dozen catties!"

The old headmaster looked puzzled.

A flash of shock flashed in the eyes of the old professor when he heard this and said: "This is also my strange place! I have also studied rice planting for nearly 20 years, and I can still distinguish between new rice and old rice. And I can [-]% Definitely, the rice we eat now is cooked from new rice!"

The old headmaster said in confusion: "You mean, this rice was newly cultivated by that kid Fang Yufan? But this season is not suitable for the growth of grain at all!"

The old professor frowned and said in a low voice: "I am also wondering about this question. But according to ancient records, if the temperature is right, Muhe can be ripened four or even five times a year."

At this moment, Mo Yuying on the side shook her head.Well, the two old guys are in the mood again!

After softly instructing the little granddaughter to finish the food, she tapped the bowl with chopsticks and raised her eyebrows and said, "Hurry up and eat! You two can talk about whatever you want after eating!"

The old headmaster winked at his old friend when he heard the words, and then the two picked up the chopsticks and quickly pulled the rice grains into their mouths.

"Eat vegetables!"

Mo Yuying raised her eyebrows and shouted sharply.

Under the night, Shi Bao walked lightly into the staff accommodation area.

After knowing from his brother-in-law that Fang Yufan had someone above him, the boulder weighing on his heart finally fell to the ground a little bit.

"Tomorrow, I will ask Xiaoer and the others to find everyone for me! Well, the school can also start at the same time!"

While planning in a low voice, Shi Bao stepped up the stairs.

But when he walked to the door of his own room on the third floor, he heard a faint voice coming from inside.

The expression on his face changed first, and after pondering for a while, Shi Bao unhurriedly took out the key and opened the door.

Above the night, a silver moon gradually rose up.

On a flat grass in the small Taoyuan, Fang Yufan sat on a recliner with his parents and watched the moon in the sky.

Facing the moonlight, Jiang Shiqiong suddenly sighed.

"Mom, why are you sighing so well?" Fang Yufan asked in a very puzzled manner.

Fang Zheng just turned his head to look at his son and said, "Your mother must have remembered the days when our family sat together and ate mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?"

Jiang Shiqiong looked at her husband and son with a deep tenderness in her eyes and said with a smile on her lips, "Isn't that right! At that time, although your father made little money, the family lived happily!"

Fang Zhenggang was unhappy when he heard this: "Where is the money I earn less?"

Fang Yufan put his arms around his father's shoulders and said with a smile: "Hehe, Mom, you hurt my father's heart by saying this! Dad has taken care of this family a lot! But parents, don't worry, I won't worry about it in the future. My son won't make you careless anymore! Besides, aren't we happy now?"

Seeing her son embracing her husband, Jiang Shiqiong sighed softly, "Yes, I am very happy now!"

In her heart, she sighed faintly: It's really like a dream!

(End of this chapter)