Wei Fu's eyes were shining brightly, and he walked up to Ye Mo as if he was seeing a savior.

"What's the situation now?" Ye Mo didn't talk nonsense.

"Mr. Sun is at the experimental field now, let's go and have a look!" Wei Fu led the way, walking along an asphalt road to the back of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

After walking for ten minutes, we reached the goal of endless golden wheat fields, covering more than a thousand hectares.

The wheat is floating in the wind, and the ears of wheat are big and full, golden and bright. When the wind blows, waves of wheat sweep across it, shining in the sun. The scenery is beautiful.

"Master Ye, this wheat field covers a total area of ​​1,200 hectares. It is planted with the latest wheat developed by Expert Sun. The total investment is nearly 8 million! But now, it is the autumn harvest season. These wheats are peeled off.

There are grains, but there is nothing inside." Wei Fu introduced, with a sad look on his face:

"After planting and harvesting this wheat, it was originally used to support Africa. But now, this plan has been shelved, and eight million dollars have been wasted! If this matter spreads, it will also affect Expert Sun's reputation!

Master Ye, you must come to our rescue!"

"If it's within my ability, I will definitely help." Ye Mo nodded.

The two of them walked to the end of the field.

An old man wearing white work clothes and with white hair was sitting there, with a sad and troubled expression, and his eyes were blank, looking at the wheat field.

There were several grains of wheat placed in front of him. The grains had all been peeled away, but there was nothing inside.

"Mr. Sun, I brought Master Ye here!"

Wei Fu walked up to the old man, spoke in a low voice, and then introduced:

"Master Ye, this is Mr. Sun Qiansun, an expert from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. He enjoys the academician allowance of the Daxia Kingdom. He has devoted his life to the field of agriculture. He has published many agricultural papers internationally and won many awards!"

"In the last century, Sun Lao published the paper "Special Wheat No. 2". The wheat cultivated in it saved tens of millions of people in Guangzong during the famine period, and thus won the Guangzong Hero Medal! Such an honor.

, Mr. Sun has not been trapped by fame and fortune, he still devotes himself to agriculture and constantly develops new wheat products to benefit mankind."

"I've met Mr. Sun." Ye Mo said to Sun Qian, this kind of person has made great contributions to the country and the people, and is worthy of admiration.

"Are you the Master Ye that Wei Fu mentioned before?" Sun Qian turned around and looked at Ye Mo with a somewhat cloudy gaze.

"Exactly." Ye Mo said.

"You are quite young." A hint of wonder flashed in Sun Qian's eyes: "Wei Fu invited me to see the lotus in Heishui Lake before, but I was helpless. At your age, you can make the lotus in Heishui Lake bloom.

There are people outside, and there are mountains outside the mountains!”

Sun Qian was very emotional.

Ye Mo was surprised, Sun Qian didn't have the airs of an expert from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

"Master Ye, do you think the wheat in my experimental field can be saved?" Sun Qian looked at the wheat field, as if looking at the child he had worked hard to cultivate and grow up, full of love:

"Each of these wheat plants is full of my hard work, and they are all my children! Now there are no wheat grains, which makes me feel like my child has died. I... feel very sad!"

"And the children in Africa who have been devastated by famine are still waiting for this batch of wheat to fill their stomachs!"

At the end of the sentence, Sun Qian had tears in his eyes and his breathing was slightly heavy.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sun, I'll take a look first."

Ye Mo flicked his fingers, and a touch of spiritual power penetrated into Sun Qian's body, helping him calm down, and then walked into the experimental field.

Looking at Ye Mo's back, Sun Qian shook his head helplessly.

He had no hope that Ye Mo could save Maizi.

After all, these wheats are not lotus flowers.

There are only a few thousand lotus plants in Heishui Lake.

But these 1,200 hectares of wheat fields produce tens of millions or hundreds of millions of wheat grains. Even if Ye Mo has some skills, there is no way he can save them.

There are too many!

And until now, Sun Qian still hasn't found the reason.
Chapter completed!