Chapter 11: Exchanging for Super Rice Seeds (Part 1)

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  Faced with starving refugees, after learning that locusts are edible, the news spread quickly and people started catching them. When they couldn't finish eating them, they would boil, dry, and grind them into powder for preservation, which also served as a food source.

  Since eating locusts, very few people have starved to death, and disaster relief has achieved phased success.

  Changsun Wuji took advantage of the past few days to get familiar with the living habits of the Tang Dynasty and also understood the current situation in this household. In these few days, Changsun Wuji was even busier than before because he had a way to solve the locust problem, and he didn't have time to take care of him at all.

  Dong's family was busy calculating their losses at home, and their days were getting harder and harder.

  Chang Sun Chong thought of going to the End Times Space several times, but didn't know how to get in. Thinking that those people liked antiques very much, he took a few from his room and wondered if what that old white-bearded man said was true or not?

  Wow, Zhang Sun rushed to take a look at the valuable antiques in the room, touching this and that. Calculating from the age of these things, they already had more than two or five hundred years of history when they entered the End Times space!

  Chang Sun Chong and the little buns, Xiao Baozi, left after taking down the bronze three-legged elephant nose incense burner with cloisonné and two agate censers from the Treasure Pavilion. Holding them in his arms, he waited for a long time but still didn't see any movement, Chang Sun Chong almost thought it was just a dream.

  Dazed and confused, he fell asleep, with a ball of light enveloping Zhangsun Chong's body.

  It was that same lewd and thin uncle from last time who rushed up first, seeing Zhangsun holding two incense burners in his arms, grinning from ear to ear and saying: "Young brother, a man shouldn't waste his youth, come on, go to my shop, I guarantee you'll have a wedding every day and be the groom every night!"

  Chang Sun Chong remembered this threatening uncle and said, "This uncle, I'm only 14 years old by Chinese age reckoning now. You want me to indulge in debauchery every night, are you trying to get me to exhaust my vitality and die prematurely?"

  The lewd uncle wanted to speak again, but was pushed away by the big man beside him, saying: "Dirty Zhang, the elder wants to see him, get out of the way!"

  The dirty old man suddenly looked like an eggplant that had been struck by frost, tucking his tail between his legs, and could only watch with great envy as Zhang Chong followed the big fellow to Lao Lao's home.

  The old man with a white beard was exactly the same as the one I saw last time. Seeing the Longsun rushing into his hands, the three-footed blue and white porcelain incense burner, the red stone inlaid censer, he suddenly lit up his eyes and said: "Young brother, you're here! This is the letter your parents gave you, I risked the danger of the end of the world to bring it back for you. Fortunately, you little boy didn't forget us!"

  Chang Sun Chong hurriedly grabbed the letter as soon as he heard that there was a reply from his parents. Inside, there were two letters: one written by his mother with beautiful handwriting and another written by his father, except for the last signature which looked like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, the rest of the words looked like they were written by an elementary school student. But his father only had an elementary school education, so it was understandable.

  After reading two letters, Zhangsun was in tears and secretly made up his mind to steal more antiques so that he could bring his parents and grandfather over as soon as possible and have a family reunion.

  Chang Sun wiped away his tears and said, "This can't be blamed on me. Last time I went out, you guys didn't tell me how to get back in. Luckily I'm clever and figured it out myself, and even brought two antiques with me while waiting for you."

  "Heh heh, young man, now let's make a deal. You have these two incense burners, what are you willing to trade for them?" The old man with the white beard said, itching with impatience, eager to snatch the two incense burners and replenish the time energy of the post-apocalyptic space.

  Changsun Wuji thought for a moment and said, "Now it's the second year of Zhenguan, last year was a severe drought, this year there is a locust plague. I have already told Changsun Wujie that locusts can be eaten, and Li Er also accepted this suggestion. In the future, I want to make a name for myself in the Tang Dynasty, what do you think my next step should be?"

  "Hua Wu, open the big screen!" The old man with a white beard ordered.

  A very large screen suddenly appeared on the wall in front of me. It pointed to the second year of Zhenguan, and some historical materials appeared on it.

  "I also know some of these histories, I want to ask how can we make the people suffer less now! Li Er and the ministers below are more practical, when I first arrived in the country, I didn't know where to start." Changsun was confused himself, with so many people here, he couldn't let them idle around, they had to think of a solution together.

  The old man with a white beard thought for a moment and said, "Now the locust plague outside will probably be gone in another half month. What we lack most now is food. Why don't you exchange some super seeds and go back to plant them?"

  Chang Sun thought about it and remembered that Chang Sun Wuji had wasted some food, so he slapped him to the ground with a palm, and his face was still pierced by several fish bones.

  If there is food, the people's lives will be better, and he will have done his part to get the attention of the big bosses and have more opportunities to get good things.

  "What's so super about that super seed of yours?" Chang Sun asked curiously.

  A man named Hua Wu grabbed a handful of rice and said, "It's this one!"

  Chang Sun Chong pinched a few and looked at them in his hand, shaking his head and saying: "I'm telling you, old man, your rice is pretty ordinary, it's about the same as the rice from the 21st century, what makes you call it super rice?"

  "Son, this rice yields at least 1,000 kilograms per mu!" The old man said with a proud smile.

  "What's so great about this? Yuan Longping's hybrid rice is no worse than this!"

  "This paddy field produces two crops in one year!"

  "No wonder it's hot here, three crops a year is no surprise!"

  "I'm talking about planting these rice paddies near Chang'an, not picking and choosing between paddy fields and dry fields. Even if the land is poor, it can still yield two crops a year. The first harvest yields 1,000 kilograms per mu, without needing to replant seeds. A second crop of rice will grow on top of the original stubble, unafraid of pests. Two crops a year can yield 2,000 kilograms, and this isn't even considered super rice! The old man with the white beard was infuriated by his grandson's rebuttal, puffing out his chest and glaring with wide eyes. In this guy's eyes, it seemed like nothing was precious at all."

  Chang Sun Chong listened and thought, "What a typical foolish farmer this old man is!"

  Chang Sun Chong liked to eat rice, thought the glutinous rice was good and said: "Alright, I'll exchange for your super glutinous rice. Today I brought two incense burners, I'll exchange them for your glutinous rice!"

  Hua Wu pulled out a handful of rice from his pocket, weighed it, took half of it down, wrapped the remaining half handful of super rice seeds and handed them to Zhangsun Chong.

  Chang Sun Chong's facial muscles twitched, damn it, he got two good things and could only exchange them for half a super water rice seed.

  "This is a tyrannical transaction! I'm giving you two good things, and all I get in return is one super water rice seed. You're taking advantage of me too much!" Chang Sun Chong hugged the two incense burners tightly, ready to refuse the trade. If he didn't have these two things at home tomorrow, who knows how he would explain it!

  If no good reason is found, it's likely that Zhangsun Lang and Dou will think that the money was taken out to drink and have fun, and a severe beating can't be avoided!

  "Hey, hey, young man, don't go!" The old man with a white beard, leaning on his cane, chased out.

  "What's wrong with you guys? If you're not going to do business seriously, then forget it!" Zhang Sun angrily scolded.

  "Hey young fellow, you've got it wrong. The stuff you brought, according to our measurements, can only be exchanged for a handful of rice. If you don't believe me, I'll give you a few more grains, separately packaged, and when you get outside, they'll automatically turn into nothing but dust." The old man with the white beard sighed as he said this.

  "What's going on?" Zhangsun Chong was puzzled, seeing this old man say so, it didn't seem like a lie.

  "Hua Wu, let's measure the energy conversion ratio between the super rice you just caught and the two incense burners to see if it's correct?" The old man with a white beard placed the incense burner in a glass box about the size of a microwave oven, which displayed an energy value of 5800 points.

  Then take out the incense burner and put it in the water rice, which is also 5800 points.

  Chang Sun was baffled and looked at the old man with a white beard, saying: "This is a time-space energy analyzer based on the four-dimensional energy conservation law! In this post-apocalyptic space, we must use precious antiques to exchange for time-space energy. We can only exchange things that can no longer provide energy inside for equal-value energy to come in, and truly convert it into the time-space energy needed by the lock of the post-apocalyptic space."

  "Alright, I'll believe you this time." Chang Sun Chong took the paper package filled with rice seeds and a few grains of rice, and walked out of the space. Indeed, the few grains of rice in his hand gradually turned into ashes at a visible speed.