Chapter 112 Basic exercises, don’t do six, just sit down! (Fourth update, please vote for me!)

Chapter 112 Basic exercises, don’t do six, just sit down! (Fourth update, please vote for me!)

The preparation time for the last scene of the play was a little long.

However, the audience at the scene was not impatient at all. During the preparation period, the auditorium was buzzing with people talking about the plot of the previous scenes and the acting skills of the actors.

Seeing Chen Delu coming back from the backstage and quickly returning to his seat, Huo Renhong chuckled and leaned over.

"Dean Chen, is this your favorite student who went backstage to comfort you?"

"No, no, no, it's just that it's such a hot day. These kids are having a hard time acting. Come over and take a look."

"Haha... Look, the play hasn't even finished yet, but Dean Chen is actually feeling sorry for the students!"

Hearing Huo Renhong's teasing, the deans of several departments nearby also laughed.

"Don't you feel bad for this guy? The Film and Television Academy taught us a lesson tonight. The Film and Television Academy has been silent before, but now you are shocked by your skills, which makes people have to doubt you. Dean Chen has been brewing for a long time and wants to use the school celebration to show off his prestige!"

"Well... I'm thinking about something now. Lao Chenqian told me the truth, it was you who arranged for the student who played Song Yingxing to go to the scientific research achievements exhibition today at noon, right?"

"Hey, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air!"

Facing the jokes from several deans, Chen Delu's face turned into a tiger.

"This is really not arranged by me. Let me tell you the truth. Although I approved the establishment of this drama club, I haven't paid much attention to it since its establishment. To be honest, these children can build the drama club in such a short time. I am happy to have reached this level, but at the same time I am also surprised.”

"Look, what's not easy to admit? Your Film and Television School stole the spotlight today. They're all from the same school. What can we say?"

"Well, your School of Film and Television is the youngest department in our school. How can we, the big brothers, look down upon our little brother?"

For a moment, they didn't know whether Chen Delu's words were true or false, so several deans suspected that he was not guilty and made some jokes one after another.

At this moment, with a reminder bell, the curtain in front of the stage slowly lifted.

The final scene of the Tiangong Kaiwu Chapter of "China in the Classics" is here!

As mentioned before, from the scientific research in the third act to the creation of a book by Tiangong in the fifth act, the plot structure is all presented from the perspective of Song Yingxing’s memories in his later years.

And in this last scene, as Song Yingxing's memories end, the stage scene returns to the beginning, where the elderly Song Yingxing is in the countryside.

"Unexpectedly, that bow turned out to be an eternal farewell."

Standing on the right side of the stage, Song Yingxing, whose back was no longer straight and whose voice seemed to have been beaten by wind and frost, sighed.

He held the hoe with one hand, lowered his head sadly, and looked silently at the audience.

"In the fifteenth year of Yongli's reign, I resigned and returned to my hometown."

"In the sixteenth year of Yongli, brother Boju fled with his whole family because his family and country were broken. Their boat and chariot overturned on Junshan Lake... and they were killed."

"In the seventeenth year of Yongli's reign, my brother Song Yingsheng decided to die for his country because of his duty as a minister."

Speaking of the unbearable memories of his family and country, Song Yingxing, who was in his later years on stage, stooped.

On the empty stage, his body huddled up, looking so sad, so desolate and lonely.

The girl studying beside him silently supported his arm and helped him sit slumped on the ground.

"Brother Chang Geng!" "Third brother!"

Just when Song Yingxing in his later years was hiding his face in his sleeves and crying, a greeting suddenly sounded from the left side of the stage.

He suddenly raised his head and saw the two figures illuminated by the lights on the other side of the stage. He hobbled up from the ground in a very unfriendly but awkward posture for the elderly.

"Brother! Brother Boju!"

Looking at the two figures from a distance, he stretched out his hands.

However, the two figures took a step back and laughed.

"Brother Boju, look at how he is dressed. He must be working in the fields!"

"Alas, he has liked to learn from Shennong since he was a child. He has a dream of having plenty of food and clothing in the world. Hahaha..."

Looking at the two figures who were only a few steps away but seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, Song Yingxing's lips trembled in his later years and his voice became choked.

"Two brothers, I have seen you in my dreams every day since you were gone for more than ten years. I...I miss you so much!"

"Hahaha……"

Looking at the old man who knelt on the ground with a thud, the two brothers who still maintained their middle-aged appearance burst out laughing.

"Look at him, he's still this useless when he gets old!"

"My beard has turned white, and I cry so much, hahaha..."

"Okay, don't cry. Brother Chang Geng, it's worth getting to know you in this life! "Tiangong Kaiwu" is a good book, and I believe it will be passed down to future generations. Future generations will read your book The benefits, people in the world will surely not forget the benefits of me, Tu Shaoxuan. Hahaha..."

"Third brother, your life is not in vain if you write books and make speeches to benefit future generations! Although I didn't do it, I have no regrets in helping you complete "Tiangong Kaiwu"! Do you still remember what you said at the beginning? Gui Grain is worth the price of gold and jade, this book..."

Looking at his two brothers who were out of reach, Song Yingxing wiped away his tears and stood up from the ground staggeringly.

His eyes flickered again, as if he had gone back to the barge he went to Beijing on when he was young, and to the day when "Tiangong Kaiwu" was written more than ten years ago!

"It has nothing to do with fame and progress... haha!"

Seeing the re-energized Song Yingxing, the two brothers on one side of the stage bowed to each other with smiles and joined hands before gradually disappearing.

After running a few steps forward, he saw his two brothers had disappeared. Song Yingxing, in his later years, stretched out his hand in front of him and lowered it.

He turned around silently and looked at the girl who claimed to be from more than three hundred years in the future with tears in his eyes.

"Girl...are you...really from more than three hundred years in the future?"

Facing his question, the girl nodded heavily.

"That……"

At this time, Song Yingxing hesitated.

"Then... in your time, did anyone still watch "Tiangong Kaiwu"?"

Facing his anxiety like a primary school student, the girl slowly took his hand.

"Sir, if you are willing, I will show you today what will be created by Tiangong in three hundred years."

"lead the way!"

As Song Yingxing happily agreed in his later years, the girl took him towards the time and space tunnel emerging behind her.

The audience was filled with tears, and the background behind the stage slowly changed.

"Dear passengers, the high-speed train from Nanchang West to BJ West is about to depart."

In a modern city station, a white Fuxing train speeds past.

"This, this is?"

Seeing the high-speed train whizzing by like an arrow, Song Yingxing on the stage was startled.

"Sir, this is the boat and carriage built by us Chinese three hundred years later! We call it the high-speed rail. From Nanchang West to BJ West, it is the section from your hometown to Beijing to take the exam. It only takes more than three days to get on it. It’ll be there in an hour!”

"Impossible, I walked this road six times! Each time it took half a year!"

Facing Song Yingxing's surprise, the girl smiled faintly.

On the big screen behind her, a passenger plane soaring in the sky appeared.

"This is not fast enough, sir, please look at this. This is a big plane built by the Chinese today. If you get on it, the same journey will only take an hour!"

"This, isn't this just flying in the clouds?"

Seeing his fascinated look, the girl smiled and shook her head.

"This is not soaring in the clouds and driving in the mist, this is soaring in the clouds and riding in the mist!"

As she spoke, the background had reached Jiuquan. In the launch base, a rocket is igniting and taking off!

"This is our Chinese man-made Long March launch vehicle! We can bring the lunar rover all the way to the moon."

"moon?"

Hearing this, Song Yingxing's eyes flashed.

"Is this where Chang'e lives?"

"Don't be disappointed if I tell you, there is no Chang'e on the moon. However, we brought back the soil there from the moon."

"Can this lunar soil be used for farming?"

As Song Yingxing asked anxiously on the stage, the audience burst into tears, and the live broadcast room fell into a rare silence during the plot, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The Chinese people have been persistent in farming since ancient times!

Seeing the scene of the lunar rover collecting lunar soil, Song Yingxing clenched his fists excitedly.

"In ancient times, there was Qu Yuan's "Tianwen", and later generations went to the moon and asked the sky. How magnificent and wonderful!"

In response to his praise, the girl smiled reservedly.

"Sir, is there anything else you want to see?"

Faced with this problem, Song Yingxing rubbed his hands and licked his lips with the shyness and expectation of a primary school student.

"I...I also want to see...Naoli more than three hundred years later!"

"I got it."

Smiling, the girl took his hand.

At this time, the lights on the other side of the stage came on. Squares of rice fields growing gratifyingly appeared in front of all the audience.

Seeing those rice with tall stalks and solid ears, Song Yingxing ran over quickly.

"These rice, each of these rice plants has more than a dozen ears of rice, and the grains are so full. How is this possible! What kind of rice is this?"

Facing his ecstatic gaze, the girl smiled faintly.

"This is a third-generation high-yielding hybrid double-cropping rice developed by a scientist named Yuan Longping. We are currently working hard to break through the goal of three thousand kilograms per mu."

"Three thousand pounds?!"

This number completely shocked Song Yingxing. The rice plant he was holding seemed to become heavy at this moment, and he couldn't help but hold it up with both hands.

"At that time, our yield per mu was five to six hundred kilograms, which was considered a high yield! This Yuan Longping is really amazing! Can I, can I meet him?"

Just as he was talking, a tall and thin figure appeared on the other side of the "rice field".

Facing the girl's signal, Song Yingxing walked up nervously. He wiped the mud on his hands and took the hand of the tall and thin old man.

At this moment, on this stage, two scholars who spanned more than three hundred years of time and space completed a handshake that was like a creation.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

On the stage, the figures facing each other three hundred years apart in time and space directly penetrated the tear ducts of the audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room!

"I cried to death, two people fighting for the common people, shaking hands across time!"

"Two great people, two people whose actions have nothing to do with fame and progress! Salute!"

"This is inheritance! Carrying forward the past, generation after generation, there will always be those who dedicate themselves to the country and the people to make our country better. This is the spirit that our Chinese civilization can continue to this day!"

"Ahhh! Conferred God, this play, this scene, will always be a god in my heart!"

"Damn it, I cried to death. I suddenly remembered a question on Zhihu before. It said that the people who worked in digging canals in ancient times were only provided with white porridge and pickled mustard. Will they rebel? The most upvoted answer is this, resist, you Are you crazy? They can dig a canal to Siberia!"

"Yes, in ancient times, porridge represented refined grains after shelling, and pickled mustard represented high-quality salt. Where could the people at the bottom of ancient times eat these things!"

"Brothers, let me tell you something that no one likes to hear. It only took more than ten years for our country to get rid of hunger. Thank you to the God of Agriculture, Grandpa Yuan!"

On stage.

Beep!

Received amazing points, 10116 points!

Hearing another stunning value-for-money reminder, Li Youzhi let go of Yuan Longping, played by Wang Hui.

This guy's lines are not good, so he can't say too much, otherwise it will be easy to mess up the performance.

Letting go of the lanky old man's hand, he returned to Tu Susu's side.

Looking at the thriving rice fields, there was envy and even greed in his eyes.

"It's great. I really want to live in your era! You...this is the real creation of heaven. Do you have any other ingenious skills? I, I want to see it again."

ha? !

On the stage, Tu Susu was stunned when he heard Li Youzhi suddenly say this.

That's not how the script was written, Hun Dan!

Don't deviate from the script casually!

At least give me time to react, at least give me a look!

Just when Tu Susu was in chaos, Li Youzhi on the stage looked towards the audience.

Staring at him with eyes full of intellectual curiosity, Bian Yongchang, the dean of the College of Agriculture, who was moved to tears by the drama on stage, stood up suddenly.

"Mr. Song!"

piaobright!

Hearing Bian Yongchang's call from the audience, Li Youzhi pretended to be stunned, slowly walked off the stage, and bowed slightly to Bian Yongchang.

"I wonder who you are sir?"

"Mr. Song, I am Bian Yongchang, dean of the College of Agriculture at Rongcheng University. Our college is currently optimizing the fourth generation of digital planting and precision agriculture technology."

Hearing Bian Yongchang's excited report, Li Youzhi looked confused - this was really doubtful, after all, he was a scumbag.

"Dean Bian, I wonder what this precision agriculture... is?"

"It uses global positioning systems and remote sensing technology to program and control drones and ground machinery to carry out point-to-point sowing, irrigation, fertilization, medication, and harvesting of farmland crops! Once this technology is applied, hundreds or thousands of acres On the farm, only two people are needed to complete all the work from spring sowing to autumn harvest!”

"Mr. Song! And our gene editing project! After research by our Academy of Biological Sciences, we used genetic technology to increase the lodging resistance of corn by 8 percentage points. When our results are applied to the market next year, it is estimated that we can improve our province by at least Three million tons of corn production!”

As soon as Bian Yongchang finished speaking, the dean of the School of Biological Sciences stood up and introduced him.

Disease-resistant body-activated plant immunity technology, Bacillus engineering bacteria technology to treat pests with bacteria, low-cost and easily degradable slow-release fertilizers...

As each dean stood up and excitedly introduced scientific research results related to agricultural science, Li Youzhi's eyes became brighter.

It wasn't until he finished listening to the last dean's story that he nodded heavily.

"That's great. I really envy your era."

He clasped his hands and bowed solemnly to the dean and department heads with glaring eyes.

"Thank you, thank you for doing something I couldn't even imagine!"

Just as he was bowing down, his old hands held his arms.

As soon as Li Youzhi raised his head, he saw Huo Renhong, whose eyes were flashing. He didn't know when he was already standing in front of him.

"Sir, we cannot accept this courtesy from you."

After helping Li Youzhi up, Huo Renhong turned and looked at all the teachers and students present:

"The achievements of scientific research are not achieved overnight, and knowledge has its inevitable inheritance. The so-called long-lasting history is precisely because of people like Mr. Song Yingxing, who carry on the work from generation to generation, and because of the continuous struggle of our hard-working and brave people, today's prosperous world is possible!"

Huo Renhong turned around, his eyes flashing.

"Sir, do you know what the motto of our school is?"

Facing his confused gaze, Huo Renhong straightened his waist.

The more than a thousand teachers and students present also stood up silently.

"Think naturally and adapt to changes!"

"Understand the secrets and put them into practical use!"

"Relieve the difficulties of people's livelihood!"

"Become the pillar of the country!"

The uniform school motto resounded throughout the hall.

The sound that shook the world traveled all the way along the door of the concert hall.

Passing through the green grassy playground, passing through the bustling cafeteria, and passing through the earliest campus gate of Agricultural University.

At the entrance of the school, a statue looking up into the distance has been mottled by time.

The statue is dressed in a Ming Dynasty Taoist robe and holds a scroll in its hand.

On the cover of the book, the four characters "Tiangong Kaiwu" are written clearly.

In the unfolded chapter of the book, a line of small characters was specially marked with red paint by the school, which is particularly conspicuous.

"If you think naturally, you can adapt to changes. If you think mysteriously, you can be practical."

That's the... first paragraph of "Tiangong opens things, Nai Li Pian"!

PS: A chapter of more than 4,700 wordsDon’t say it’s too short!