The farming master surnamed Fang shrank his child's hole and created Yimu essence out of thin air without making any seals or relying on any related formation plates, and he used it with such precision that this skill alone could make him a farming master.
The words he wanted to say were suddenly stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them at all.
The same was true for the farming master who wanted to take credit for himself. When he saw Zhang Mingtu's operation, he immediately realized that the person in front of him was indeed extraordinary, at least his achievements in farming were extremely outstanding.
The others didn't quite understand, but the people present were all top-notch people at observing people's expressions. The two most professional experts didn't say anything and immediately stopped talking.
Only the captain of the Jinyiwei from Longxing Prefecture who had discovered the Nong family master showed confusion and anger on his face. He directly mocked him, "Who do you think you are? You suddenly come here and say you are the disciple of some master."
"You're just a peasant. Get out of here! Don't embarrass yourself here."
Zhang Mingtu glanced at the captain. He was about forty years old and his cultivation in the Zhenyuan realm was not outstanding. His future should be bleak. Therefore, he was sent to do such a thing. He must have been abandoned on his own initiative.
He simply ignored the other party's words, which made the Jinyiwei captain so angry that his face turned ashen.
They were about to come over and take action, but the farming master named Fang took the initiative to step forward and looked at the bunch of rice seeds in Zhang Mingtu's hand with surprise.
"how so?"
“Why has production dropped so much?”
"It's clearly the same seed, how could it be so unstable? This is impossible!"
His eyes were fixed on the ripening seed in Zhang Mingtu's hand. Compared with the plump grains before and the weight that was almost enough to crush the bending pole, the ripened seed was now much less than before.
So the output is still considered excellent, but it can only reach 400 kilograms at most, which is just average.
On the other side, the middle-aged farming master who looked like a farmer also changed his expression drastically.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, you are taking ordinary seeds."
Zhang Mingtu did not argue, but smiled at the master surnamed Fang and said, "We have just harvested so much rice and it's still sitting there. It won't be difficult to verify it. Just give it another try."
"I'll do it!"
The farming master surnamed Fang took out a handful of seeds he had just harvested from his arms without hesitation. He planned to keep them as a souvenir.
The Yi wood magic circle on the robe was activated, and the vigorous life essence flowed into the seeds, allowing the seeds to take root and sprout quickly.
What happened was extremely shocking to him. It was obvious that the high-quality seeds in the entire field could produce a large-scale harvest just now, but now the seeds that were ripened in this round only produced half of the original yield.
He looked completely dazed, staring at the seeds in his hand, suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyes.
Zhang Mingtu ignored the distraught Master Fang Xin and turned his head to ask the middle-aged farmer-like master with a smile.
"Since the master claims that this improved seed was developed by him, I wonder if the master could explain why the improved seed is like this, and why the yield is so greatly reduced in the second round of planting?"
The face of the middle-aged farmer-like master had turned ugly. Master Fang Xin from Kyoto stared at him with burning eyes, wanting to get an answer from him.
Many people surrounded him, all of them were prominent figures from Jiujiang County, and they were also looking forward to his response. Ruihai's eyes were as sharp as lightning and knives.
The pressure of the entire venue was on him, making sweat ooze out of his back, and he had no idea how to answer this question.
He had never imagined that there would be any problems with this good variety, as the official good variety that had been verified before had a terrifyingly high yield.
As long as the angels can suppress Rui Hai, as long as he can take the credit for this round and promote the improved varieties normally, his family will have countless wealth and glory. It was obvious that they were about to succeed just now, but in the end they still ended up in a great failure.
It’s all because of the so-called Jinyiwei General Flag in front of him, it’s all because of this damn guy.
He wanted to skin alive the Jinyiwei general flag in front of him, but facing the gazes of many people around him, he gritted his teeth, swallowed his raging anger, and forced a smile on his face.
"It must be because my previous research is still imperfect. There are still some areas of the improved breed that I haven't thoroughly studied, and its bloodline hasn't yet completely stabilized, so there are some mistakes."
He reluctantly gave such an explanation, and thought that at least this would allow him to get away with it and settle the score later.
But Zhang Mingtu, who was sitting opposite him, curled his lips slightly and said with a smile, "But my master didn't say that. He said he had studied it thoroughly and there was no problem."
The middle-aged farmer was stunned.
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