This time, with no outsiders in the courtyard, Su Jiaoniang, having figured out what Feng Yuwei had been doing outside, jumped down from the tree with her maid.

The simpleton paused for a moment, then dropped the steamed bun in his hand to the ground.

He watched warily as two more people suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

He frowned deeply at the sight of a woman and a girl. If it had been a man who jumped in, he would have knocked him unconscious with a single punch.

But it was a woman who jumped in.

He didn't know where to hit.

He was also afraid of making the person cry.

A woman's tears can be a real headache!

When Feng Yuwei saw Su Jiaoniang, he glanced down at the steamed bun and gave a bitter smile. He didn't want anyone to see him in such an unseemly state.

"You sneaked out to do good deeds without even taking Xiaoya with you!" Su Jiaoniang said with a hint of reproach in her eyes!

Feng Yuwei chuckled: "This little girl shouldn't have to suffer."

"Who says she shouldn't suffer? She grew up in a poor family in the village and has experienced all kinds of hardship. Besides, let's talk about remembering the bitter past to appreciate the sweet present!"

After Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, Xiaoya nodded vigorously.

Feng Yuwei wanted to say something more.

The old gentleman inside pushed open the door and came out.

"Teacher!" Feng Yuwei immediately stepped forward and reached out to help the old man.

Su Jiaoniang looked at the old man opposite her. His hair was gray, his face was sallow, but he was in good spirits and smelled of herbs.

"Teacher, this is a student I took in from outside. She likes calligraphy and painting. This is the student's mother, Madam Su. Thanks to Madam Su's kindness, I am able to earn a considerable income." Feng Yuwei introduced Su Jiaoniang and Xiaoya to the old man.

After saying that, he looked at Su Jiaoniang.

"This is my master, his surname is Ning!"

"Hello, Mr. Ning!" Su Jiaoniang greeted him.

Xiao Ya followed Su Jiao Niang and bent down, clasping her hands in a gesture of respect.

The old man nodded with a smile.

He waved to the little girl.

The little girl ran over happily.

The old man rummaged through his clothes and finally pulled out a cricket cage made of yellow grass.

It was something I just learned from a few children.

That was the tuition fee given to him by a child.

The little girl stared at the cricket cage, making an "Ee!" sound.

Turning back to Su Jiaoniang, she said, "Mother, I want to catch crickets to play with!"

"Go!" It's autumn, the season when insects are at their peak.

The little girl is holding the cricket cage; she has to use it. If she can't, wouldn't that make the old man sad?

The little girl ran outside.

The silly fool followed.

What if this little girl is kidnapped while she's out alone? She's such a cute little girl!

Su Jiaoniang followed Feng Yuwei into the room.

The house smelled even stronger of herbs.

But every corner was cleaned very thoroughly.

It seems that the people living here know how to live.

"Teacher, this Lady Su has seen the high-yield grain I mentioned before!"

As Feng Yuwei spoke, his gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang was speechless. It turned out that Dou Yushan was not the only one in the area who was worried about the country and its people. There were quite a few people hiding in the streets who were concerned about the country.

Su Jiaoniang nodded: "I have indeed seen it, and I've even eaten it. It tastes very good!"

Mr. Ning did not interrupt Su Jiaoniang.

Although in his opinion, this was all utter nonsense.

How could there possibly be such a high yield per acre?

It's definitely a scam.

“Those rice varieties are hybrids of wheat or millet. You may not know what hybridization is, but you will soon find out. Dou Yushan is currently researching hybrid rice. With his intelligence and previous successful experience, he will definitely be able to produce 3,000 grains per seedling within three to five years!”

Seeing Su Jiaoniang bragging so much without thinking,

The old man didn't believe it, but he wouldn't expose him.

Just think of it as students inviting someone over for entertainment.

Su Jiaoniang could tell that the old man didn't believe her, but she wasn't in a hurry.

He slowly pulled two blades of grass from outside.

Pointing to the grass, he said, "Hybridization involves selecting two plants for pollination and seedling cultivation!"

How to stabilize good genes and how to prevent problems in the pollination process.

Su Jiaoniang seemed to be on the front lines of agriculture, rural areas, and farmers, and she told them everything she knew.

Feng Yuwei was a talented man, so the person who could be Feng Yuwei's teacher must not have been too unintelligent. At most, he was just old and his thinking was a bit outdated.

But there are advantages to being such a person.

For example, they have a lot of knowledge, experience, and life experience.

"For example, people, sir, you've seen twins, some children inherited traits from their fathers, some from their mothers, and so on..."

As Su Jiaoniang spoke, she felt as if she were a biology teacher.

Fortunately, she had a solid foundation in high school knowledge.

Fortunately, she was educated.

Otherwise, if one traveled through time, one wouldn't know how hybrid rice was cultivated.

How difficult must life be then!

Thanks to the compulsory education provided to future generations.

Thanks to the great man's words, "Study for the rise of China."

She benefited from reading. Although she died rather young in that time and space, her soul experience was rich and fulfilling. She has no regrets about being born in China!

If there is an afterlife, she would still want to be a person from that era.

Su Jiaoniang smiled as she thought about this wonderful opportunity.

Looking at Mr. Ning and Feng Yuwei, who seemed lost.

She didn't continue speaking.

Give them some quiet space so they can continue thinking.

She walked towards the kitchen.

Just now, Feng Yuwei only ate a steamed bun, and he did it with the same hands he used to carry manure. A scholar can not only read books, but also carry manure. He would not look down on people from the lower class.

If Feng Yuwei had lived in later generations, he would probably have been an outstanding junior leader.

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