Changsun Chong thought for a while and said, "It's the second year of Zhenguan. Last year, the drought last year, and the locust plague is coming again this year. I have told Changsun Wuji that locusts can be eaten, and Li Er also accepted this suggestion. I want to make a fuss in the Tang Dynasty in the future. What do you think I'm going to do next?"

"Hua Wu, turn on the big screen!" the old man with white beard said.

A very large screen appeared directly on the wall not far ahead. Click the second year of Zhenguan, and some historical materials appeared on it.

"I also know some of these history. I want to ask how to make the people suffer less now! Li Er and the ministers below are still relatively pragmatic. When I first arrived in the country, I didn't know where to start." Changsun Chong himself didn't know that there were so many people here, so he couldn't let them be idle, so he thought of a way together.

The white-bearded old man thought for a while and said, "The insect storm outside is probably gone in half a month. What you lack the most now is food. Why don't you just change some super seeds and go back to plant them?"

Changsun thought about it, and remembered that Changsun Wuji slapped him in the bowl because he wasted some food, and had a few fish bones on his face.

If there is food and the people live a good life, he will do his best to win the attention of all the big guys and have more opportunities to get the good things.

"Then how super is your super seed?" Changsun Chong asked curiously.

A man named Hua Wu caught a handful of rice and said, "That's it!"

Changsun Chong pinched a few and put them in his hand to look at them, shook his head, and said, "I said, "Master, your rice is very average, it grows similar to rice in the 21st century. Why is it called super rice?"

"Young man, the rice yield per mu is at least 1,000 kilograms!" The old man was proud.

"What's so amazing about this? The hybrid rice produced by Yuan Longping is no less than this!"

"This rice is two crops a year!"

"It's not unusual, it's so hot that there are more than three hundred and three hundred a year!"

"I mean these rice are planted near Chang'an. They do not carry paddy fields or dry fields. Even if the land is barren, they can still be two crops a year. The first harvest of 1,000 kilograms per mu is harvested. There is no need to continue seeds. A second crop of rice will grow on the original rice stubble. They are not afraid of insect pests. They can harvest two thousand kilograms a year. This is not considered super rice!" The old man with white beard was angry when he was retorted by Changsun Chong, and he blew his beard and stared at him. There was only half a pocket of such a precious thing in the whole space. In this guy's eyes, he was nothing.

After hearing this, Changsun Chong, how could he listen to this old man’s statement? He is a typical fool farming!

Changsun Chong liked to eat rice and thought the rice was good, so he said, "Okay, I'll change your super rice. I took two incense burners today and replaced your rice!"

Hua Wu grabbed a handful of rice from his pocket, weighed it, took half of it, wrapped the remaining half of the super rice seeds, and handed it to Changsun Chong.

Changsun Chong's facial muscles twitched, and he was so fooling. He took two good things and could only exchange for half a handful of super rice seeds.

"You are a deal with the overlords. These two good things have changed into super rice seeds. You are too bullying!" Changsun Chong held two incense burners and was about to change them. If these two things are missing at home, I don't know how to explain tomorrow!

If you can't find a good reason, you might be beaten by Changsun's father. Dou thought that taking it out and paying back the money to drink wine would be a must-have to beat you up!

"Hey, young man, don't leave!" The white-bearded old man chased after him with a cane.

"What are you doing? You didn't do business intentionally, then you'll get over it!" Changsun Chong was unreasonable.

"Young man, you misunderstood. According to our measurements, you can only exchange for a handful of rice. If you don't believe it, I will give you a few more grains and pack them separately. When it comes outside, it will automatically disappear and there will be nothing." The white-bearded old man sighed.

"What's going on?" Changsun Chong was puzzled. Seeing the old man say this, it didn't seem like a lie.

"Hua Wu, is it correct to measure the energy exchange ratio between the super rice you just caught and the two incense burners?" The old man with white beard placed the incense burner in a glass box similar to the size of a microwave oven, and the energy value of 5,800 points was displayed.

Then take out the incense burner and put it in the rice, which is 5,800 points.

Changsun Chong was puzzled and looked at the old man with white beard in confusion, saying, "This is a time energy analyzer formulated based on the law of conservation of four-dimensional energy! In our apocalyptic space, we must exchange precious antiques for time energy, and exchange things that cannot be provided with energy inside. We must have equal value of energy in order to truly convert the time energy needed by the apocalyptic space lock."
Chapter completed!