Transmigrator's Guide to Conquering Another World

By the edge of the field, the workers quickly placed a few baskets of rice in front of Shi Yin.

Shi Yin politely thanked them, picked up the microphone, and was about to speak.

However, perhaps because the microphone had been placed too long or too close to the speaker system,

as soon as the girl said the first word "Da," a sharp screech erupted from the speakers, startling everyone present.

Interestingly enough, this kind of situation seemed standard for a leader's speech.

It didn't matter if it was post-90s or from north, south, east, or west.

Who hasn't experienced this kind of microphone screech that sweeps across the field during a principal's speech in school days?

Coincidentally,

as the screech rang out, hundreds of representatives quieted down almost simultaneously, unexpectedly calming the noisy scene.

Seeing this, Shi Yin cleared her throat, picked up a handful of rice ears from the basket, and said:

"Everyone, please quiet down and listen to me for a moment, okay?"

After speaking, she scanned the room and happened to see the village chief old man, then handed him the microphone:

"Old man, you should have cultivated quite a bit of land, right?

Could you tell us the most ears you've seen on a single stalk of rice? And what's the most common number?"

The old man, who had served as the village chief, had his social circle limited to just a few miles, with knowledge only slightly above ordinary.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to flee as a refugee.

Therefore, when suddenly faced with a 'big figure' like Shi Yin asking questions, the old man became a bit uneasy, his voice noticeably lower:

"I've seen up to four ears, one main ear and three tillers, most commonly... two or three."

Hearing this, Shi Yin nodded and turned back to the crowd to ask:

"Is everyone else seeing the same?"

People nodded or responded sporadically.

Once she had a rough idea, Shi Yin began selecting people from the crowd:

"Old man, that big brother, and that big sister over there... and... and... Could those I've pointed out please step forward?"

Shi Yin selected a total of fifteen people from various positions, including the village chief old man and Tian Baoceng.

Tian Baoceng and the others exchanged puzzled glances but obediently walked up to Shi Yin.

Once they were in front, Shi Yin pointed to the baskets of rice and said:

"The rice in these baskets is the new variety we will be promoting for everyone to plant.

You may count the number of rice ears in these baskets, and others can assist by counting together on the side.

Those who can't see from the back, don't worry; we have images on the screen, and you can start now."

Tian Baoceng and others hesitantly picked up handfuls of rice.

Although a bit uneasy, they were quite curious about what was special about this new rice.

As soon as Tian Baoceng held the rice, he was stunned.

Even without counting carefully, a casual glance assured him that the handful of rice he held contained no fewer than seven ears!

Apart from that, the grains on these rice ears were full, showing no signs of shriveling.

Tian Baoceng skillfully pinched with his hand, and a crystal-clear, plump grain of rice popped out.

Seeing this, he took a deep breath and began counting slowly and seriously:

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... eight, one, two, three...."

With each count, Tian Baoceng's breathing grew heavier, and in the end, his fingers were trembling!

As a farmer, how could he not know what this meant?

The heavier breathing wasn't limited to Tian Baoceng; others felt the same.

These representatives, in particular, were like people climbing a mountain with a burden, panting like oxen, their hands clinging tightly to the rice.

A middle-aged man with graying hair, about thirty, collapsed to the ground while counting, tears pouring uncontrollably from his eyes:

"Father, Second Brother, Third Brother, you died unjustly. If only we had this rice back then, you wouldn't have needed to sell yourselves to the Qian Family, nor would you have had to eat that clay!"

Teardrops as big as beans fell to the ground, bursting into tiny water droplets and evoking fragmented memories of the past among everyone.

Among the more than four hundred people present, who didn't have a few family members who had died of famine?

While counting rice, it felt like climbing Shu Dao, counting the endless bitterness of the past.

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After more than ten minutes, the village chief old man was the first to put down the rice.

His face looked like a human-shaped pie chart, carrying three parts bitterness, three parts shock, three parts joy, and one part embarrassment:

"One hundred forty-three rice plants, at least seven rice ears, most commonly nine to ten...."

Beside him, Tian Baoceng nodded in agreement, echoing:

"I have about the same yield here, at least eight ears, and at most one stalk with eleven."

The sense of shock and complex emotions were not only felt by Tian Baoceng and the elderly village chief.

To be precise, nearly all the farmer representatives present had already fallen silent — don't forget, the scene where the fifteen representatives were counting the ears was being broadcasted live to the back rows.

The previous doubts and conspiracy theories had long vanished.

Instead, there were trembling bodies, clenched fists, and eyes slightly reddened due to excitement.

This basket of rice was obviously not spiritual material and couldn't be planted in Spirit Fields.

Aside from Spirit Fields, no ordinary fields, whether high-grade or top-quality fertile land, could possibly produce rice with this number of ears.

As for Huaxia People preparing special props to deceive...

To quote Tian Baoceng, is it worth it?

The more ears of rice there are, the higher the yield rate.

That is, the more grains that can be produced from a single stalk of rice.

If this type of rice can be planted widely, then the Huaxia People's claim of a yield of three hundred jin per mu is entirely possible!

Seeing that the farmer representatives' emotions were no longer full of skepticism, Shi Yin's inner self made a firm 'yes,' and then he spoke up:

"Fellow villagers, everyone has counted the ears, right? Isn't it much better than your usual harvests?"

This time, the farmer representatives didn't answer as sporadically as before. Each one was extremely excited, chiming in:

"Yes! Much higher than what we used to plant!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"Miss, can everyone receive these rice seeds?"

Shi Yin gestured downward to calm everyone:

"Everyone, please calm down. This strain of rice is a new variety we introduced from Ziqiong City, and every household can receive it.

Each stalk of rice is guaranteed to have at least seven ears. As long as everyone follows our guidelines for planting, each mu can yield at least three hundred jin!"

Upon hearing this, the farmer representatives immediately began discussing again.

Introducing new seeds from Ziqiong City was, of course, an excuse devised to appease the farmers.

Truth be told, this reason actually has certain flaws.

That is, why would Ziqiong City sell you such a bug-level crop that increases yield?

But these flaws arise at a macro level, meaning you need experience in managing cities.

Given the farmers' representatives' knowledge, it's virtually impossible for them to question this in the short term.

This is the limitation of public understanding and perception.

Not only ancient farmers face such situations, Huaxia in the seventies and eighties was similar, wasn't it?

At that time, due to a lack of understanding of foreign countries, the general perception of European nations among most ordinary people was:

People casually change fridges and TVs, throwing dozens in the landfill, and many overseas students support themselves by picking up this 'trash' and some even use this to get ahead with four modernizations...

And the traditional lathes and milling machines.

Back then, the eighteen pioneers blindly trusted the foreigners' excuses, missing the opportunity to approach them with Maho800P, saving them several million dollars.

Meanwhile, neighboring Neon took advantage of this and profited 13 million dollars.

What several million dollars meant in '79 need not be explained, right?

If it was like this locally in the seventies and eighties, what more to say for the refugees in the Damo Realm.

A large city, located more than two thousand miles away, which had Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in its ancestry, having such seeds is completely in line with their longing for such a super city.

So, upon hearing that the seed came from Ziqiong City, farmer representatives almost immediately accepted this reason:

Oh, so this is from Ziqiong City, no wonder it's so awesome...

The same figure of a yield of three hundred jin per mu, with a gap of just over forty minutes.

The farmer representatives' expressions had changed from doubt to expectation.

Now that things had reached this point, the remaining steps were quite straightforward.

Shi Yin continued to take the representatives around, introducing them to the remaining building layouts, and concluded this sightseeing tour two hours later.

According to the original plan.

In just another Damo Day, all supporting facilities for the affiliated villages would be fully completed.

By then, the refugees would formally sign the migration agreement, thus obtaining rural household registration.

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