"Double!" The entire Baiyue tribe was stunned. Even if it grew a little, it was extremely fortunate for them. This was a full doubled, and it was not an exaggeration to call it a contemporary Shennong.

"Madam is amazing!" Wu Chenzi turned around and saluted Yan Lingji.

Yan Lingji was stunned for a moment. I just went to the fields to play in the water every day. What's wrong with me?

All the Baiyue people were stunned. They were not fools at these times. They all knew that the real work was Wuchenzi. Yan Lingji just went to play in the water, so why was it related to Yan Lingji?

"Maybe you think that all this is related to me, but I am just an executor, and it is the lady who really dominates everything behind it." Wu Chenzi explained.

"So that's it!" The Baiyue people all knew it instantly and asked them to admit that they were Wu Chenzi, the Central Plains people. Although they had to admit that they were guided by the Baiyue people themselves, it would be even better.

"???" Yan Lingji looked at Wu Chenzi in a daze, not knowing whether she should accept it.

"Honestly, yours is mine, mine is mine, there is no difference!" Wu Chenzi said in a voice transmission.

Yan Lingji then spoke to the Baiyue people: "Rice is the food that I Baiyue relies on for survival. It is my husband and I who have been pursuing this lifelong pursuit. I am very pleased to have such a yield."

"It's a pity that the most difficult thing about rice seeds is to survive early!" an old farmer sighed.

The best grains in the pre-Qin period are directly selected as the best rice, with full grains and sowing them as seeds in the coming year. Unfortunately, the survival rate is still very difficult, basically one in ten is not saved. Therefore, every time you sow, the biggest loss is when the grain germ is germ.

Yan Lingji looked at Wu Chenzi. She also knew this. She had experienced it when she was a child. Every year she chose the best and fullest seeds and couldn't bear to eat them, but not many people could truly survive and germinate.

Wuchenzi nodded, and the cultivation of crop seeds is also the most important thing. Even the seeds of Chinese, corn, potatoes, etc. in later generations need to be imported, because their own seeds are rarely produced by China. Even if the planted corn embryos are used as seeds, they will be completely abandoned if they can be passed on for three generations.

Academician Yuan’s greatness is not just that he has increased rice yield and resisted drought. The most important thing is that he has left seed cultivation technology in China. Rice seeds all over the world need to be exported to China.

"Don't worry, I've made arrangements!" Wu Chenzi said to Yan Lingji.

"You can rest assured that my husband and I have already had a corresponding plan, but it's a pity that we came late and missed the time to sow!" Yan Lingji said apologetically.

"The priest doesn't have to blame himself. We are already content with the ability to increase rice yields in this way, and I dare not think too much!" An old farmer hurriedly helped Yan Lingji up and said.

"It's too late for us!" Wu Chenzi also supported the old farmer and said.

"If there were no priests, it would be difficult for me to survive this disaster year. How dare I hope more!" the old farmer said with tears in his eyes.

"After all, we are late!" Wu Chenzi said. This was the first time he felt the importance of food to people.

"It's a pity that there are too many weeds!" Wu Chenzi said.

"There are so many weeds, that's because we are not taking care of the crops, and it has nothing to do with the priest or the sir." said the old farmer.

Weeds can be pulled out by manpower. The number of weeds can only be said to be because they are not diligent enough. They are really diligent. They go to the fields every day and pull out weeds. How can there be weeds for food?

"You don't even have a way to remove weeds, right?" Yan Lingji asked at Wu Chenzi.

"Yes, although weeds cannot be completely removed, they can remove most of them!" Wu Chenzi said,

"Fansheng Agricultural Book" is the first agricultural book in China. Before, he always thought that "Fuxin Yaoshu" was the first agricultural book in China. Later, he learned that "Fuxin Yaoshu" was just the first comprehensive agricultural book, and "Fansheng Agricultural Book" was the earliest agricultural book in China. However, even "Fansheng Agricultural Book" did not appear in the late Western Han Dynasty.

"The technique of fertilization and water temperature is not only the technique of our Qinghe tribe, but also the technique of my Baiyue. Therefore, I hope you can pass it to other tribes so that the people of Baiyue can safely survive this disaster year!" Wu Chenzi said to all the people of the Qinghe tribe.

"Sir, do you mean to pass these technologies to the entire Baiyue?" Chief Qinghe asked as he looked at Wu Chenzi and frowned.

"Mrs. is the saint of fire of Baiyue, not only from the Qinghe tribe, but also from the Qinghe tribe. These technologies are brought to Qinghe, but also from Baiyue!" Wu Chenzi said seriously.

If the leader of the Qinghe tribe dares to stop him, he will dare to kill people directly. What he wants is the wealth of the entire Baiyue, not the Qinghe tribe.

"I will send people to pass these technologies to other tribes. As for whether they believe it or not, I can't guarantee it!" said the leader of the Qinghe tribe.

Wu Chenzi nodded. After all, not everyone dares to accept the attempts of things and the five internal organs, but there are always people who believe it. As long as they believe it, it will bring effects. Then, it will be transmitted to people and will always be transmitted to the entire Baiyue.

After the summer busy, Wu Chenzi had nothing to do. He took Yan Lingji and Shao Siming to travel around the Qinghe Tribe, but the people of the Qinghe Tribe became extremely respectful when they saw them. Hunters would give them priority to the meat they returned from hunting.

"I've seen the leader!" On this day, Wu Chenzi saw a haggard young man in a deep mountain.

"Are you?" Wu Chenzi searched all his memories and didn't remember that he had the impression of this person.

"I am a disciple of the three generations of elder Mu Xuzi of Taoist dynasty, Qing Hezi!" said the young man.

"Are you Qinghezi?" Wu Chenzi remembered, but Qinghezi was a big fat man, and he looked like two people like the haggard man in front of him.

"The head remembers me?" Qinghezi said in surprise.

Wu Chenzi nodded, he couldn't remember the figure and voice, but he would never forget the eyes that were always clear.

"How come you are here? I remember that you are following the prince of the Qin clan of the Qin clan." Wu Chenzi said that most of the disciples who implemented the fifth heavenly human Taoism order were led by Taoism, but the Baiyue branch was derived from the Tianren Yinglei of the Qin clan of the Qin clan.

"Young Master Yinglei is dead!" Qing Hezi whispered.

"Die?" Wu Chenzi was stunned. The other disciples of the fifth day of human decree order were given priority to protect the royal family of Qin. When Yinglei came out, he was already a god. How could he die?

"After we entered Baiyue, we were besieged by wolves. In order to protect us, Mr. Yinglei retreated alone into the wolves with the intention of killing the wolf king. In the end, he was outnumbered and died at the mouth of the wolf pack. We gathered again, and continued to carry out the execution figure with Senior Brother Qingxizi as the leader." Qinghezi said.

"Qingxizi!" Wu Chenzi nodded. Qingxizi was one of the four candidates for the head of the Taoist Human Sect, but Qing Jizi, who is also the candidate for the four candidates, has died.

"Baiyue is too big, we have too few people, so the head of the sect is the only fellow disciple I have ever met in these years!" Qing Xizi said.

"How long have you been separated?" Wu Chenzi asked in silence. Baiyue is indeed too big, but there are only more than 300 disciples sent to Baiyue, and Qin Ruishi and the royal princes, only five hundred. If you throw them into Baiyue, you can't make any waves at all.

"We separated in the first year after we came out. Although there was occasionally news coming back in recent years, there was no more news." Qinghezi whispered.

Wu Chenzi knew that no longer had any news, he could only disappear and disappeared. This was what they expected and unexpected.

"But we did not disappoint the expectations of the head and the masters. Even if we died, we made an agreement to bring together the information we had and leave a mark!" Qinghezi said.

Wu Chenzi closed his eyes and held back his tears. Perhaps the last message before his death was not to ask for help, but to leave the place where the mountain, river, hydrological information he collected was kept.

"Thank you for your hard work, I will take you home!" Wu Chenzi said solemnly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the leader, I won't go!" Qing Hezi said with a smile at Wu Chenzi.

"Why?" Wu Chenzi looked at Qing Hezi and found that Qing Hezi was covered in blood, and her whole back was in chaos. It was obviously bitten by a wild beast.

"I can hold on until now because I feel the breath of my fellow disciples, so I waited again. The head of the sect asked me to retrieve the information I have collected over the years." Qinghezi stretched out his hand and pointed at the distant mountain and said.

Wu Chenzi looked at Qing Hezi. It was better to say that Qing Hezi's body had pointed it at that position before he came.

"No, I will definitely take you back!" Wu Chenzi said frantically. The scroll of life was running, and all things were rejuvenated to the extreme. Unfortunately, he was unable to save Qinghezi after all.

"He... has left!" Yan Lingji said with red eyes as she looked at the crazy Wu Chenzi.

The scroll of life can bring back life, but that is still there in a breath of life. What remains here is just a obsession with Qing Hezi during his lifetime. Until his death, he always points to the place where the information he has collected over the years is resided.

"No, no, I will definitely survive!" Wu Chenzi continued to display the scroll of life.

"The head, there is no need to do so. From the day we came out, we already knew that this day would come!" Qing Hezi looked at Wu Chenzi and stopped his movements and said.

Wu Chenzi sat dejectedly on the ground. He didn't know what kind of obsession could make Qinghezi able to make the divine mind exist for so long. At least he could guarantee that he would not be able to do this when he died.

"Go, Master, the bamboo slips can't be kept for too long. Baiyue is too wet. I don't know how much more recorded information can be saved!" Qing Hezi continued to look at Wu Chenzi.

Wu Chenzi's eyes were red. At first, it was Qingfengzi, but Qingfengzi was still alive, and then Qingjizi, but Qingjizi was dead. Now another disciple died in front of him.

Qing Jizi kept his consciousness until his death and did not hurt Huaxia alone. Now Qing Hezi never forgot his mission until his death.

He walked dullly to the place where Qing Hezi pointed, pushed open the huge rocks in front of the cave and the bamboo slips full of the cave, recording the mountains, rivers, hydrology and humanistic style that looked around for hundreds of miles.

"The Baiyue people are extremely xenophobic. Even though I tried hard to ask them to build water conservancy, no one listened to me. The Baiyue rivers were not managed, either short or turbulent, and could not be used. If water conservancy was built and the rivers were gathered, the river would be smooth and the fish and shrimps would be abundant, and they would be enough to nurture one place..." The bamboo slips record detailed information about countless rivers, mountains and rivers, and proposed ways to govern, so that the rivers would gather, form a big river and nurture one place.

"I..." Yan Lingji didn't know what to say. The Taoist disciples she met before were all surveying and drawing rivers and mountains in the Central Plains landform, which was not very touching to her.

However, Qing Hezi recorded the mountains, rivers and hydrology of the Qinghe tribe in Baiyue, and looking at the bamboo slips, she could imagine the scene when Qing Hezi begged the people of Baiyue to build water conservancy but no one believed him.

"Don't say anything, at least we're here, it's not too late!" Wu Chenzi looked at the bamboo slips and said with a tight grip.

He brought all the bamboo slips back to Qinghe Tribe. Wu Chenzi looked at the Baiyue people and sighed, saying that it was impossible to have no breath. If Qinghe Tribe could hear Qinghezi's words, perhaps Qinghezi would not have to walk alone in the poor mountains and rivers, measure the world, and eventually die at the mouths of hundreds of beasts.

"Did a Taoist disciple come to Qinghe tribe and ask you and others to build water conservancy?" Yan Lingji looked at the priests and the people and asked.

"It's true! But because he is from Central Plains, we can't believe him!" said a priest.

"If you can't believe it, you can't believe in the Central Plains people, then you can't tell whether everything he does is harmful to our clan?" Yan Lingji asked sternly.

The priests were silent because they were Taoists and worried that they would be abandoned by the people, so they chose to drive Qinghezi away.

"He is dead, are you satisfied?" Yan Lingji said to the priests.

In Baiyue, the priests have great power, and these people who cultivate water conservancy are all under the power of the priests.

"Impossible. I saw him in Woniu Mountain a year ago!" said a priest.

"You also know that it was a year ago. Did he harm the people of Baiyue? Have you ever eaten every porridge and every meal?" Yan Lingji became even more angry. If it weren't for the selfishness of these people, how could Qinghezi die?

"A man from Central Plains will die if he dies. Why is the high priest like this!" the other priests persuaded.

"Is that true? If you die, you will die. Do you know what he left for us?" Yan Lingji said with a sneer.

"What are left?" asked the priests.

"Mr. Qinghezi left behind for the people of Qinghe. You are not qualified to see it. If you still have a trace of conscience, follow Mr. Qinghezi's last wish and complete his unfinished work!" Yan Lingji said, controlling her emotions.

So, the next day, the bamboo slips left by Qinghezi were made public, and the entire Qinghe tribe was silent. The people spontaneously brought incense and candles to Woniu Mountain to see Qinghezi off.
Chapter completed!