Throughout history, as long as the common people have food to eat, they will not rise up in rebellion.
Food is the most important thing for people, which shows the importance of grain.
In a sense, there is not much difference between humans and animals in essence. To put it bluntly, they all have mouths.
During the war years, the reason why the Dayan Army led by Emperor Yongping was able to compete for the Central Plains and eventually rise up to stabilize the country was that they relied on food.
If you have food to eat, there will be people working hard for you!
The prince obviously understood this very well. If hybrid grain could be created with his support and promoted throughout the country of Dayan, then his reputation in the hearts of the people would be something that King Yong could not shake!
Even if Prince Yong is favored by the emperor.
Therefore, when the Grand Tutor left the capital last time, to avoid attracting the attention of Prince Yong's palace, he staged a double act with the Crown Prince, where the old Grand Tutor broke into the Eastern Palace at night to speak up for his daughter, the Crown Princess. After angrily rebuking the Crown Prince for his obsession with beauty and music, and being so enraged that he vomited blood in public, he submitted a letter of resignation from the position of Grand Tutor the next day. Then, escorted by the Crown Prince's guards, he quietly left the capital and arrived at Dingjia Village.
The villagers of Dingjia Village had never seen such a grand scene before, so they spread the news among each other and soon led Weidong and his party to the old house of the Ding family.
The head of the village and the clan leader were very excited when they heard the news. The clan leader immediately opened the ancestral hall, invited everyone to the hall, and ordered the slaughter of pigs and sheep to entertain the distinguished guests who had come from afar.
Dingjia Village was suddenly filled with excitement, like New Year's Eve. The most excited person was the village head, who had been the first to take the lead in using all his family's land for experimental plots. Of course, at this point, they had no idea that the crown prince was behind this, nor were they aware of the identities and backgrounds of the Grand Tutor and Weidong. They simply assumed that Huo Jincheng was the financial backer.
When Weidong handed the 100,000 taels of silver to the Taifu, he took out another 30,000 taels of silver. He gave 10,000 taels to the head of the village as compensation for his active trial planting of hybrid grains; 10,000 taels to Ding Youtian and his wife as a reward for developing hybrid grains; and 10,000 taels to the clan leader to repair the ancestral hall.
The villagers were in an uproar. Ten thousand taels of silver! Many people had never seen a hundred taels of silver, but Old Ding had. He was among the crowd, watching Ding Youtian, so proud and triumphant, with mixed feelings in his heart.
The fourth brother received a reward of 10,000 taels, but now he couldn't catch up even if he flattered him. The triple profit from selling grain at a high price suddenly didn't seem so attractive to him.
He was so angry that his chest hurt. He couldn't bear to watch the excitement anymore, so he left with a sullen face.
The Grand Tutor asked Ding Youtian to speak for him, saying that trial planting of hybrid grains required collective efforts, and that anyone who offered suggestions for trial planting of hybrid grains would be rewarded handsomely.
Ding Youtian took the initiative and began to register a list of people who were willing to contribute to the trial planting of hybrid grains. Of the more than 40 households in the village, all signed up, except for the old Dingtou who had passed away earlier, San Gouzi who was recuperating at home, and the three families of Captain Ma.
When Old Ding found out about it later, he almost stomped his feet and regretted it so much that he kept saying to himself, "I left too early, too early." But there was still time, so he hurried home to find his second son and wanted to send him to sign up.
When he went back to ask, he found out that the second brother had gone to pick up Fang again. He turned around and rushed to the side yard to find the fifth brother. The fifth brother, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by him. When he saw the pig-headed look of the fifth brother, he was so shocked that his eyes widened.
"Damn it, I asked you to pick someone up, but you didn't. How did you end up in this state? Did someone from the Lu family beat you up?"
No way, Old Ding thought to himself, the brothers of the Lu family are so strong that they can barely kill mosquitoes. If they fight with the fifth brother of his family, wouldn’t that be asking for a beating?
"Were they beaten by their own people?" he asked again.
"No!" Lao Wu looked impatient. He hadn't slept well yet and had no worries in his sleep. He was woken up by his father. He suddenly thought of the debts he was burdened with, which made him so annoyed that he forgot that he was facing his father, the father he had always been afraid of.
Little did he know that Old Ding was also very annoyed at the moment. When he heard him say something against him, he became so angry that he took off his shoes and was about to beat him.
His hands were raised high, but he couldn't bring them down.
There is not a single intact part on Lao Wu's body, yet it's a good thing he can still sleep soundly.
"Tell me! How did you do it?"
Old Ding glared at him fiercely.
Lao Wu's eldest daughter and son were standing at the door watching. If Lao Ding hadn't rushed in and kicked open their parents' door, they wouldn't have known that Lao Wu had returned and were hiding inside to sleep.
"It fell, it fell." Lao Wu woke up from his sleep after being yelled at by Lao Dingtou. He grimaced, and his whole body ached even more after waking up from a sleep. He was also afraid that the cloth shoes in Lao Dingtou's hand would fall.
He leaned slightly into the bed, glanced at the cloth shoes in his father's hand, crossed his arms and said, "It was dark and I couldn't see clearly. I slipped and fell. It was a hard fall, a hard fall."
"Right now, my whole body hurts, it hurts..."
"Why don't you fall to death, you blind dog!" Old Ding threw down his shoes angrily, slipped into them, bent his legs and pulled them, then walked away.
What's the point of raising so many sons? None of them can be used at the critical moment, so he has no choice but to sacrifice his reputation and go there himself.
He went towards the ancestral hall, cursing in his heart.
When he got there, he realized everyone had gone to the edge of the fields. He cursed again and went to look for them at the other end of the crop field. In the distance, he saw a large crowd of people. He approached quietly and saw Ding Youtian and Jian Ning standing on the edge of the field with two old men. The village head and the clan leader were busy working in the fields with a group of villagers.
What's this setup?
They were busy as hell. Old Ding looked around but couldn't figure out what they were doing to the fields.
He stared with his eyes wide open and listened intently to the villagers' heated discussions. After a while, he finally understood. It turned out that Ding Youtian had come up with the idea, saying that the entire glass house could allow crops to be hybridized, and that an acre of land could yield over a thousand kilograms of grain.
Isn't this bullshit? Can you make a hybrid grain out of grain? A single plant should only have as many ears of wheat as it should, so why bother artificially forcing it to have more? If it could have more, it wouldn't have grown naturally. You can do it!
Old Ding had been digging in the fields for most of his life and considered himself an expert on farming. Ding Youtian was his fourth son. If he knew how to tend the crops, he would not have kicked them out.
Ding Youtian, who was always laughing and talking, put his hands behind his back and changed his mind, deciding not to get involved in this matter anymore. He wanted to slap everyone in the face with facts. Look, you guys are busy following Ding Youtian, but he, the old Ding, knew it was a nonsense and didn't want to join in the fun at all.
He no longer thought about the 100,000 taels of silver. The amount was too large, so large that he could not even form an idea in his mind.
Moreover, he concluded that it was impossible to produce hybrid grain. If he couldn't produce it, then the boss was a fool? How could he give you the silver notes for free?
Maybe even the 30,000 taels of silver notes that were given as rewards to the village headmen will be taken back by then!
Haha, he was just waiting, waiting to see the joke. At this time of year, he left his own fields alone and didn't fertilize them properly, but just messed around. It seems that there will be no crops growing in the fields next year!
Old Ding's mood suddenly improved. On the way back, he ran into Ding Pingshun, who came to his family specifically to deliver news. News came from Zhuling County that the government had stopped purchasing high-priced grain.
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