"Uncle, I, I have let your expectations down!" Qin Kongdao.

"Do you think that if you have a grain yield of several thousand kilograms per mu today, you will be worthy of me?" Qin Mo asked back.

Qin Kong lowered his head and refused to speak, obviously thinking so.

"I remember that a few years ago, the fields around the capital only harvested three or four hundred kilograms per mu, and now the yield per mu is more than 700 kilograms, which has almost doubled.

This extra grain means that you can feed twice as many people, and you have not included crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Even if you get the grain seeds of potatoes and sweet potatoes from overseas, without you developing poison detoxification technology or systematically producing crop manuals, can you have a full warehouse of grain?

These are things that need to be eaten. If you suddenly make a rice that produces thousands of kilograms per mu, I won’t dare to eat it!

In just a few years, you have made such a big career. To be honest, it is far beyond my imagination.

I thought back then that it would be long before you could cultivate better grains within twenty years.

But you are even more powerful than I thought.”

Speaking of this, Qin Mo paused, "You three are equal to my Qin clan, the three teams of the Ming Dynasty, and I am very at ease with you three, so I don't have to worry about people's livelihood, food, and industrial development."

His eyes swept to the other two.

Qin Wei and Qin Le were both moved by it.

Qin Kong's eyes were even more moist, "I can't bear the praise of my uncle!"

"I said you can afford it!" Qin Mo patted his shoulder, "I will give you a task to cultivate more drought-tolerant and saline-tolerant grains based on the existing grains.

When a country encounters a severe drought or faces a major disaster, rice that can grow rapidly will be ripe twice a year or even three times a year.

If you do this, your life will be over!

But this is a long-term task, you don’t think it will be done in three to five years. It’s not that beautiful.

Just like Ah Wei, so far, he has not even cultivated the first batch of complete talents.

Ten years of raising people, hundred years of raising trees.

How can we succeed in cultivating talents so easily?

That was born out of a whole ten years of youth.

For example, Xiaolai, if you ask him if the R&D is now at a bottleneck, it is like a steam engine to an internal combustion engine. The model has been clearly formed, but it still cannot be used.

That is all done with constant trial and error.

It may take three to five years, or thirty or fifty years to make a breakthrough in technological breakthroughs.”

Qin Wei nodded, "Uncle said, "I'm talking about it, the students I teach have not graduated yet!"

Qin Le also smiled bitterly and said, "Most of these are guided by my uncle. If my uncle hadn't pointed us in the general direction, we wouldn't know how long it would take to do it from scratch.

And the silver I burned over the years is probably tens of thousands of taels.

Now, it has indeed reached a bottleneck in R&D.

Just like the plane that my uncle said, the model has already come out, but the internal combustion engine has no trace yet.

Even if the internal combustion engine comes out, it will take countless debugging to find out if the plane can fly.

This process cannot be successful overnight.

I have done it for ten years, decades of fighting to the death!"

Qin Kong looked at them and nodded silently.

"You guys are OK, don't put this in front of me!" Qin Mo hooked his shoulder and said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry, let alone you be anxious. Just remember that every step you take now is laying the foundation for the future, which is enough."

"Uncle Xie!" Qin Kong breathed a sigh of relief.

After saying goodbye to the three of them, Qin Mo came to the bookstore again. There were a lot of weeds next to the house he built with the old man.

Although there are people cleaning here on weekdays, they don’t dare to go too deep.

Because there are too many things that Li Yuan likes.

The tree house has not lived in for a long time, and it is a bit mottled. "Xiao Gao, go and get some paint, brush these tree book houses again, and there are weeds, so I have to pull them out. That little old man is a little obsessed with cleanliness!

If you don’t have enough staff, go to the clan to find someone!”

As he said that, Qin Mo took off his shoes and cleaned them carefully.

Gao Yao called a lot of people, and those who pulled the weeds were painted and those who painted the paint. In the afternoon, the front and back of the house were neatly arranged.

Qin Mo sat on the floor, and tea was cooking on the short table next to him.

The peach blossoms in the backyard have withered and fruits have been born.

The big tree sprouts and leans out.

A warm breeze blew, blowing away the fatigue. He had a book in his hand, which contained so many things.

It is about his youth, and it is particularly detailed, as well as Li Shilong, Prince Jian, and everyone around him has made comments one by one.

The book was neatly placed on the desks in the study, for fear that Qin Mo would not see it.

Then, at the top, a note was pressed with paperweight, with four large words written on it: "Writing material!"

"Old man, I'm so greedy. I've written a book called "The Legend of the Heroes of Zhou Qian" and "The Legend of the Two Dragons of Da Qian". I'm still asking me to write it? It's a bit shameless!"

Qin Mo said: "If you write too much a subject, readers will get tired of it. They will say that I have no new ideas. They are so clever!

Now, after returning to Beijing, I heard that those people were scolding me!"

Qin Mo closed the book, drank tea, put it under his armpit, and hurriedly left and entered the palace as if he had made some decision.

Li Shilong was having a meal when he saw Qin Mo coming, and hurriedly said, "Jing Yun, you are here just right, have a meal with me."

"Okay!" Qin Mo did not refuse, and sat opposite Li Shilong at that time. The dishes were served. It was not a delicacy, but all were home-cooked dishes.

With Lao Liu's body, eating too much of these things will be difficult to digest.

Qin Mo didn't dislike it either, and the wind blew the rest of the clouds and started eating.

"Dog thing, can't you leave some for me?" Li Shilong couldn't help but speed up the chopsticks. The chopsticks were so fast that he didn't plan to keep them for him at all.

The father-in-law and son-in-law stared at each other, as if they were a game.

Qin Mo finished squeezing the boss's bowl in less than ten mouthfuls.

"Oh, ancestor, please wait, don't choke!" Gao Shilin quickly handed over a bowl of mung bean soup.

Gurgle.

Qin Mo finished his mouth in three or two, and then he fell back with satisfaction. A long burp resounded throughout the Tai Chi Palace, "It's great~"

Li Shilong also ate a round stomach, then poured it back, and he was also a long burp, and he did not admit defeat at all. "It's all your fault for being a dog, I'm not full!"

"There are no pastries there, it's all yours. I won't argue with you!" Qin Mo took the floss and picked up his teeth.

Li Shilong's face turned green. He usually only had a bowl of food. He had eaten three big bowls for the first time and had already been overwhelmed.
Chapter completed!