But today, with the presence of the great judge, Angel, and with such a major achievement at stake, they all had angry looks on their faces.

After soliciting opinions from many people, the agronomy master surnamed Fang simply arranged a few tables and chairs.

He and several doctors from Jiujiang County Agricultural College were at the top, and then he found a doctor who came from Longxing Prefecture to understand the two corresponding situations and sat in the middle. He found the leaders of the three different opinions and then began the review.

Zhang Mingtu and another middle-aged farmer-like master of the farm stood below, needing to respond to questions from the three parties and give answers.

Only when the three parties make consistent judgments can its authenticity be confirmed.

This is a fixed process that has been passed down in Daxia for many years. In Zhang Mingtu's opinion, it is somewhat similar to the paper review in his previous life.

Ruihai didn't have much opinion on this. The angel's face was as gloomy as water, and there was not much expression on his face.

Zhang Yuntu was smiling from beginning to end and did not seem to be panicking. He had a slender body and had practiced many top-notch magical skills. His temperament was as gentle as water, and he had a firm and indelible strength.

Although he was just a general of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, facing the scrutiny of so many important figures, he did not show any signs of confusion and remained calm and composed.

This demeanor alone made many people present nod in their hearts.

On the other side, the middle-aged farmer was watching his nose and his heart, and the plan they had jointly deduced during this period flashed through his mind like lightning.

He was already feeling quite flustered, but generally he remained calm.

After all, he was chosen by the Third Prince and deserved such a great honor. His attainments in agronomy can be called a master, but he has always been unknown. After all, before he made major achievements in agronomy, he had no reputation at all and no one in the world knew his name.

He reviewed the relevant top agricultural works, Qimin Elements, and other related works in his mind, but still could not imagine where the problem would be with this good variety and where it could turn around.

"The production reached 800 kilograms. However, these two unstable species have appeared throughout history, but they quickly faded from view and disappeared in the long river of time. What qualifications does the other party have to make a comeback?"

"Even if I was temporarily at a disadvantage today, it was at most because the other party found a small flaw in my academic work and revealed some of my weaknesses. My achievements are no longer as significant as before.

"I will still have an outstanding reputation. Even if they think there is a problem with this matter, there should be some dispute. After this round of resolution, I can still leave."

The middle-aged farmer was also making countless calculations in his mind, and his determination was even more firm.

"Besides, even if they temporarily have the upper hand, how can a twenty-something new farmer compare to me? Even if they achieve even a little bit of excellence, I can absorb their results and transform them into my own strength. With the support of the Third Prince and the angels, the advantage is mine."

After several rounds of psychological preparation, the middle-aged farmer also smiled.

Don't panic when faced with such a scene.

"Well, the various disputes and issues regarding improved varieties have officially begun to be reviewed."

The farming master surnamed Fang sat in the main seat and first asked the farming master who looked like a middle-aged farmer.

"The yield of improved varieties is not stable. The first generation can reach over 800 kilograms, while the second generation can only reach half that or even less. What is your answer?"

"There were some errors in my research, and the bloodline is not stable. I will make further improvements later."

The middle-aged farmer's expression remained unchanged. This was the best answer he could think of at the moment.

Master Fang nodded, and so did several other judges. There were special recorders nearby who recorded the relevant situations.

At this time, Master Fang turned his head and asked Zhang Mingtu, "The two production rates are not stable. The first generation can produce over 800 kilograms, while the second generation can produce half as much or even less. What is your answer?"

"My answer is that my master has already solved the relevant problem. It is the principle of hybridization. As long as a certain synthesis path is followed, such a good variety can be created."

Facing so many people, Zhang Mingtu calmly took out several ordinary rice plants and asked many judges to check them together first, and then they all confirmed that there was no problem.

Push the Yi Wood magic circle and allow the female and male plants in it to pollinate, thus creating a new rice seed.

After doing all this and cultivating new rice seeds, he took out some of the rice seeds from the territory and showed them to Duoduo judges for review again, and then looked at them in the eyes of the middle-aged farmer opposite who could not understand but was very frightened.

The Yimu magic circle activated the rice seeds, causing them to take root and sprout, producing a high-quality plant with plump, golden grains.

The whole audience was silent, and the next moment there was thunderous applause.