"So we have a lot of seeds, they are all choking. The country wants to regulate this time, but there are too many varieties involved. Many of them are too busy and there is no difficulty in spending much money."

Yu Zhen was a bit surprised at this.

However, he did know that in recent years, many seeds have been marked with the words "no seeds allowed", which is probably a monopoly method for seed companies.

So he said to Mr. Qi: "Since that's the case, that's fine. If you want to rent a land, just go back and discuss it with the old secretary."

"Then I'll thank you Village Chief Yu."

At this time, everyone came to the watermelon field.

Because of the nourishment of spiritual energy, in order to increase yield, Yu Zhen changed the traditional planting method, set up a shelf for the watermelon, and left three to four melons on a seedling.

It is still early to ripen, but the watermelon is already six or seven kilograms in size. It is estimated that it will grow to ripen, and the smallest one can reach more than twenty kilograms.

The villagers were afraid of pulling the melon vines off, so they had planted wooden stakes and wooden boards, holding the watermelon firmly.

Professor Wells looked at the watermelon seedlings as always.

Fortunately, it was not mature, otherwise he would have to say: The taste is good, but it is too small.

But Yu Zhen obviously underestimated his persistence. After watching for a while, he began to comment again: "Leave three or four melons on a vine. This kind of planting method looks good, but in fact, this can easily lead to pulp, white core, etc. More importantly, because the nutrition cannot be supplied, a single individual cannot grow too big."

Qiu Yun translated: "It's very good to plant, but it's too small."

Yu Ma endured it all the way, but in the end she could no longer bear it.

My son asked you to visit the farm and gave you a lot of face. As a result, you didn’t say a good thing, and you were always picking on it from beginning to end, right?

When we arrived at our territory, we dared to be so arrogant in front of our master. It was really arrogance!

Yu Ma stepped forward and asked, "Professor, do you know what this is called?"

"Isn't this a watermelon?"

"Maybe it is called watermelon in your place," Yu Ma said, "but here, it is not called watermelon."

"What's that called?"

"Hmph," Yu's mother snorted coldly and said calmly, "For us, this thing is called grapes."

Yu Zhen:...

Wells:...

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Chapter completed!