Upon hearing Zheng Ya say that a thousand tons of grain were stored in Lingquan Blessed Land, Old Sun excitedly ran into his study to make a phone call.
Zheng Ya was left completely bewildered. His master's wife brought him a fruit platter and said, "Little Zheng, come and have some fruit. Don't pay any attention to that unreliable master of yours."
"Uh, Master's wife, Master isn't being irresponsible!" Zheng Ya said with a smile as he accepted the fruit platter that his master's wife brought him.
The two of them started chatting and never stopped.
When Old Sun returned to the main hall, he was annoyed to see the man chatting and laughing so easily: "You brat, hurry up and meet the convoy at the door and get the grain!"
"What are you pulling for? How old are you? You're still so clumsy. You don't look like a master at all."
"Does it seem to me you've really come back to life?" The master's wife stood up and scolded him, not being polite at all.
Old Sun, his face flushed red, said, "Oh dear, what trouble have you caused?"
"We, master and apprentice, were discussing the crucial issue of solving the nation's food supply problem. How did it come out so differently in your mouth?"
"Master and Mistress, it's alright. I am a martial arts grandmaster. Transporting grain and seeds for the country is a small matter. I'll be leaving now!" Zheng Ya got up, bid farewell, and left.
The elderly couple saw him to the door and said, "Go on your way into the mountains. Your master will call your wife and tell her where you are. Go and do your work with peace of mind!"
"Alright, thank you for your trouble, I'm off!" Zheng Ya said goodbye and went to greet the convoy as it sped towards them.
The jeep's fuel tank was almost empty, so it couldn't be driven.
Zheng Ya was too lazy to drive, so he boarded the Dongfeng truck at the head of the convoy. The driver was an older man, and in the middle sat a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase. He pushed up his glasses and extended his hand, saying, "Hello, Comrade Zheng Ya. I've heard many legends about you. It's great to finally meet you in person."
"Hello, please excuse my rudeness!" Zheng Ya shook hands with him and started chatting, only to find out that he was a secretary sent by a higher-level leader.
They didn't ask what level it was.
He was quite talkative, mentioning that Zheng Ya had recently sent a telegram to lure enemy agents out of the capital, who then reached the mountains where Zheng Ya killed them, saving countless people and the country from a crisis.
In the end, they all praised Zheng Ya as a divine figure.
Does it possess the ability to turn the rotten into the miraculous?
This left Zheng Ya both amused and exasperated. Without explaining his supernatural abilities, he managed to get away with it by claiming it was the power of a martial arts master.
The burly driver drove onto the mountain slope and broke out in a cold sweat: "Comrade Zheng Ya, you didn't give me the wrong directions, did you?"
There's no road here at all! If our convoy goes in and can't turn around, we'll be stuck and unable to get out!
"Yes, Comrade Zheng, it's getting dark. If the convoy drives into the mountains and gets stuck, we might run into a pack of wolves or wild boars, which would be a real problem!" Secretary Song said worriedly.
The sunlight at five o'clock in early winter was too dim to see anything in the dense forests of the mountains. Even with the headlights on, it was impossible to see the paths in the woods. It was as if we were driving into a primeval forest, pitch black and eerie.
Little did they know that this was a path opened up by Zheng Ya, and the path was camouflaged by bushes, so there was no trace of a newly opened path.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Zheng Ya deliberately said, "Don't worry, we'll arrive in just five more miles."
There's a gentle, gravelly slope of over two acres at the end of the road, enough space for the convoy to turn around; you don't need to worry at all.
"Alright then, Mr. Wang, thank you for driving and taking a break. Keep going!" Secretary Song didn't doubt Zheng Ya's words.
I just felt that a martial arts master like Zheng Ya would definitely not take the dense forest path, and would most likely fly around in the treetops to get there.
So Zheng Ya took the straight road, but he might have given the wrong directions in the dense forest, which wasted time!
Mr. Wang said suspiciously, "Okay, I'll drive carefully."
I really don't know why Comrade Xiao Zheng set up the planting base in this remote mountain forest. Isn't that troublesome?
It's inconvenient to get in and out, so why bother?
"Haha, when it comes to this issue, you've overlooked the importance of soil quality and water quality."
After all, it is about cultivating high-quality seeds, not ordinary planting, so the requirements for soil and water quality are not high.
Although I am a martial arts master and have cultivated internal energy that can promote plant growth, I am not omnipotent.
Internal energy stimulates plant growth, which is equivalent to a highly efficient fertilizer.
They also rely on high-quality water and soil to provide nutrients for the plants.
"I found the blessed land ahead and experimented with planting and stimulating growth. It took me five or six years to figure out how to stimulate the growth of seed plants. The blessed land has made a great contribution." Zheng Ya tried his best to cover up the lie, but he only fooled Secretary Song and Master Wang.
The two praised him for his extraordinary intelligence, saying that his wisdom was over a hundred years ahead of his time and that the Chinese people were fortunate to have met such a talent.
As they were talking, the convoy drove onto a gentle, gravelly slope and stopped in front of the mountain peak; there was no road left.
Master Wang, using the lamplight to see the mountain, exclaimed in shock, "No way, Comrade Zheng, are you kidding us?"
"What's wrong, Master Wang? Haven't we arrived at our destination?" Secretary Song looked bewildered. What happened?
Master Wang slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no! Xiao Zheng said the grain is planted in the basin, on the other side of the mountain ahead, right, Comrade Xiao Zheng?"
Are you asking us to carry grain seeds over mountains and valleys?
"Ah, is that really so?" Secretary Song suddenly realized, feeling a chill run down her spine as if she had been electrocuted. How was she supposed to complete this task?
Carrying grain seeds over mountains and valleys is not something that can be done by a single convoy or twenty or thirty people.
The key issue is that in this remote, desolate mountain area, trying to contact higher-level leaders to send reinforcements is simply wishful thinking.
If we make another round trip, we can get a large force to support us.
But wouldn't that be a complete waste of time?
The twenty-eight people got off the bus and gathered together to discuss the matter, all saying that the task was difficult to complete.
Carrying grain seeds up a mountain peak over 100 meters high, it would be exhausting for one person to make three round trips a day. How long would it take for just 28 people to fill a cart with grain seeds?
With a headache, Master Wang approached Zheng Ya and said, "Comrade Zheng, I'm afraid we won't be able to complete this mission..."
"That's not necessarily true. None of you asked for my opinion, so how do you know I didn't consider this aspect?" Zheng Ya was pleased that they didn't complain about his actions.
If a different group of people came in, they might scold him terribly.
Knowing that carrying grain and seeds would be difficult in this terrain, why didn't you say so earlier?
If you had said so earlier, you could have picked up people along the way to carry the grain seeds, and it wouldn't have caused any delay!
Being stuck in this dilemma is just ridiculous.
However, none of the twenty-eight people mentioned these words, which shows that they are very well-mannered. They are indeed people assigned by their superiors and have high moral character and awareness!
Secretary Song became excited upon hearing this: "Good for you, Comrade Zheng! I thought you, a martial arts master, had forgotten such a trivial matter!"
It made me too embarrassed to even speak.
Tell me, how do you get the grain seeds from the other side of the mountain onto the truck?
"Haha, watch closely, open sesame!" Zheng Ya, in high spirits, shouted as he planned for the stone wall to open.
With a rumble, the stone wall opened the door to the cave, revealing piles of grain seeds under the car headlights.
Secretary Song jogged up and exclaimed, "My God! So many grain seeds! This is wonderful! The people will no longer go hungry..."
"Wow, there's so much grain seed!" The twenty-eight people rushed into the cave one after another, exclaiming in surprise as they looked at the cave filled with grain seed...
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