Chapter 156: Mr. Kneeling

The country of rain, the border.
"Gudong Gudong."
Yamada Takashi holds the kettle.
Pour clear water into the belly guts.
If the sky is wide here.
Will be surprised to find out.
It's just that I haven't seen it in a few days.
A lot of vicissitudes appeared on Yamada Taka's face.
Put down the kettle.
Takashi Yamada wiped his mouth.
Ever since I met Lin Bei at the ball shop.
He took the card of Yile Ramen.
Rush to the country of rain non-stop.
After several days of long journeys.
at last.
Today, I arrived at the border of the Rain Country.
Looking at the border not far away.
Yamada Takashi's expression became tense.
It is said that.
The country of rain is a very chaotic country.
The monarch is cruel.
The people don't have a living!
In such a country.
He is an ordinary person.
It must be more cautious.
but.
Yamada Takayuki crossed the border of the Rain Country.
Immediately stunned.
because.
This is completely different from what is described in the rumors!
Rumored.
The country of rain is always rainy.
The grains are not abundant.
The people are not full of food, and there is no smile on their faces.
But in the eyes of Takashi Yamada.
A strange gray-white boulder.
Divide the world into two pieces.
On both sides of the boulder.
It is a very regular rice field.
The rice fields are full of abundant rice.
Farmer in the rice field.
All the laughter and glamorous clothes.
"how could this be?"
Yamada was stunned and looked around puzzled.
In his memory.
This should not be the case in the country of rain.
Stunned...
A middle-aged man who had just finished his farm work smiled and said:
"Brother, are you coming to our country of rain for the first time recently?"
"Ok."
Yamada Takashi nodded blankly.
"I knew it."
The middle-aged man chuckled, "In fact, let alone you, even us people are shocked."
"These days, it's like living in a dream."
Yamada Takashi looked puzzled.
The middle-aged man grinned and explained patiently.
The road under your feet is called a cement road.
"With this road, we could only pull the goods once a day. Now, we can pull twice with a light delivery."
The rice in the field on the side is called hybrid rice.
"This hybrid rice can be fully ripened four times a year, and each time it can produce 800 jin."
Such a large output.
How can people not have enough to eat?
As for.
Why doesn't it rain in the sky.
The middle-aged man really can't tell.
But even the heart.
The middle-aged man has also called Yamada Taka silly.
this world.
For Takayama Yamada.
It suddenly became very strange!
I don’t understand what cement roads and hybrid rice are.
Maybe it's because I'm afraid my explanation is not in place.
The middle-aged man scratched his head and smiled:
"all in all."
"This is called science!"
"science."
Yamada Takashi was stunned.
"Ok."
The middle-aged man nodded and grinned: "I heard that this science was made by a gentleman surnamed Lin."
"Mr. Lin!?"
Takashi Yamada swallowed.
suddenly.
I remembered what Lin Bei had said to him at the beginning.
Could it be...
Mr. Lin said that the power that can change the world.
Is this science?
Don't wait for Takashi Yamada to think about it.
"Young man, do you know Mr. Lin?"
"Ok."
Yamada Taka nodded gently.
Although he has no evidence.
But he thinks...
Mr. Lin is Lin Bei!
Unexpectedly...
He just nodded.
Middle-aged man.
Suddenly grabbed him excitedly and yelled:
"Come on, everyone, someone here knows Mr. Lin."
As soon as I heard this.
It takes less than a minute.
Hundreds of farmers.
It's like a zombie.
Enclosed the third and outer three floors of Yamada Takari.
Takashi Yamada gave a wry smile.
Feeling regretful.
God knows.
How did Mr. Lin provoke these farmers?
"Gudong."
Takashi Yamada swallowed.
Could it be.
I, Takashi Yamada, will die here today, right?
At the time when Yamada Taka was almost desperate.
"kneel!"
All of them are like cutting wheat.
Hundreds of people.
At the same time, he knelt down deeply towards Takayama Yamada.
"..."
Yamada Takashi was stunned, his eyes widened in confusion:
"What are you guys?"
"Brother don't mind."
The middle-aged man who had spoken earlier choked up while wiping his tears: "We are kneeling, it is Mr. Lin."
"Mr. Lin?"
"Ok."
The middle-aged man choked up and said, "If it weren't for Mr. Lin, we would never have enough to eat and wear warm clothes."
"We can't find Mr. Lin."
The man wiped his tears and knelt down again.
"I hope you, brother, can convey it on your behalf!"