In a bright room, there is only a table and two chairs. The snow-white wall reflects the backs of the two people sitting on the chairs.
At this moment, they are performing a question-and-answer session.
"name?"
"You still have to ask this?"
"As usual, don't waste time, just speak quickly."
"Song Jiayu."
"age?"
"Is this still necessary?"
"If you don't tell me, I'll beat you up!"
“…Twenty-two.”
In November of 1963, Song Jiayu had already celebrated her 22nd birthday. Opposite her was Xu Qinghuan, who had disappeared for a year. This guy gave such a big surprise as soon as he came back. He was really great!
She was so angry that her teeth were itching.
"Can you explain your abilities more clearly?"
Song Jiayu has become much more serious about the ability of wood-type supernatural powers. The reason why she was found and questioned by the state secret department this time was because of the noise she made in order to test the level 4 wood-type supernatural powers.
And why did she want to expose herself?
In China on Earth, the drought that lasted from 1960 to 1963 seems to be happening again in this parallel world.
Starting from March 1963, there was little spring rain, which lasted until July and August. The wheat planted in the village was basically empty shells.
People won’t starve to death this year, but what if there is still drought next year and the year after?
Don't say she is a saint.
Born as a human being.
Do you want to see people starving to death?
Or die from eating too much Guanyin soil with a big belly?
Or selling children for a little food?
In the face of human tragedy, she has the ability, so why can't she help?
"This ability of mine can make food grow and mature rapidly within five minutes."
"In order to use it properly, I divided it into different levels, starting from level 1. At that time, I could produce 20 vegetable seeds at a time."
"At level 2, it can produce 100 cabbage seeds at once."
"After reaching level 3, I've experimented with producing a thousand wheat seeds at once."
"My current level is 4. This time, when you discovered me, I was in the mountains and produced a total of 10,000 sweet potato seeds."
This time, a small piece of potato seeds grew into sweet potato seedlings and produced eight to ten sweet potatoes, more than 50,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, which provided some food for the people of Lushan Village and several nearby villages. Combined with the food stored at home, every household tightened their belts. They were a little hungry, but they would not starve to death.
Xu Qinghuan, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, looked at the unlucky thing strangely, and said with his eyes: You were hiding so deeply before?
Song Jiayu smiled broadly, two dimples forming at the corners of her mouth, and responded with her eyes: "Not as deep as yours! Lao Xu! Just leave when I say leave!"
After seeing that resentful look, Xu Qinghuan shuddered, coughed twice, and continued to ask: "Besides making crops grow, what other effects does it have?"
"Its greatest effect is that it can help produce crops. The food may taste better than those grown in the soil, and it also has higher nutritional value." Song Jiayu said calmly.
In fact, she can now produce two kinds of food.
The first type is what Xiang Lao Xu mentioned, ordinary grain, which is promoted by the wood-related ability to reach the growth limit of the seeds.
For example, a wheat seed, with the care of an old farmer, sufficient rain and sunshine, and fertile soil, can produce 160 grains of wheat. So the wheat produced by the wood-type ability is 160 grains of wheat.
The second type was developed by Song Jiayu after research. It is a spiritual food with wood energy. This type requires all efforts to transfer the wood energy into the seeds. During the five-minute growth process, its internal structure is improved and finally matures. Its appearance is not much different from ordinary grains.
But the inside is completely different. Take Jiang Baizhou for example. This sickly body, when the wood ability is between level 1 and 3, needs to eat vegetables grown by the wood ability every day to prevent his body from getting sick and maintain his vitality.
After reaching level 4 and mastering two methods of inducing labor, a spiritual food with rich wood energy can completely improve the physical condition of a sickly person bit by bit. Even if you don't eat it for a week, your body will not get sick.
Why not talk about the second one?
Song Jiayu didn't want to see any tragedy happen, or watch people starve to death in front of her. This was her kindness, and she was doing it for the country and the people.
But she is not a fool. A rare person who can produce food will become a treasure of the country and receive the highest level of protection from the country.
A strange person who can create magical food to cure diseases...it's crazy to think about it!
Can it cure diseases?
Can it help you live longer?
Does living a long life mean immortality?
By then, will she still be Song Jiayu?
Tang Sanzang, known for his immortality meat, had the protection of Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, yet he was still captured by monsters countless times. What about her? In this era, who could withstand bullets? Bombs? Atom bombs?
"When did this ability of yours appear?"
"The day I met Jiang Baizhou."
“Is it still growing every day?”
"Expressed as a percentage, after level one, the growth rate is 2%, after level two, the growth rate is 0.5%, after level three, the growth rate is 0.1%, and at level four, which is now, the growth rate of my day is 0.05%."
“…”
"I've finished asking questions. Do you have anything to say?"
This is Xu Qinghuan’s last question.
At this moment, Song Jiayu stood up and saluted. With a serious expression, she spoke firmly, "I, Song Jiayu, am willing to give this skill to the country. Together with those who research grain varieties, I will create grain yields of tens of thousands of kilograms per mu, create a richer variety of grains, and build a world granary."
Xu Qinghuan applauded his friend and whistled, "What a great ambition, Comrade Song Jiayu! After not seeing you for a year, I'm impressed by you."
"No, I haven't forgiven you for leaving without saying goodbye. And Grandma Xu, humph, just wait and see. I think Grandma Xu's ancestral slap in the face can't wait!"
Song Jiayu pouted. She hadn't seen Lao Xu for a year, but he looked younger and stronger. Now he had even infiltrated the country's secret department, and his thighs had become even stronger.
Xu Qinghuan: ...
Damn it! Why are you bringing up such a topic?
"Okay, sit here. I'll pour you a cup of tea. As for Jiang Baizhou, he's just like you. He just needs to pass the review."
Xu Qinghuan walked out of the room. The unfortunate thing's mouth became even more poisonous. It was a slap in the face inherited from her ancestors. She had been beaten when she secretly went back to visit her this time. Although she had sent letters to her grandmother during the past year, but... she was beaten, but she couldn't let Song Jiayu know, because this girl would laugh at her for the whole year.
In an identical room next door, Jiang Baizhou was interrogated by a man wearing a Zhongshan suit and glasses.
"name?"
"Oh!"
"Give me some face."
"Jiang Baizhou."
"age?"
"hehe!"
"If you continue to be so uncooperative, I will really beat you up!"
"Go ahead and beat me up! Lao Gu and I have been looking for you for six fucking years!"
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