Returning to My Hometown to Engage in Breeding: My Old Seeds Became Popular All over the World

I lost my job after graduating from Agricultural University and couldn't even pay the rent. On the first day after returning home, my cousin patted me on the shoulder and said, "What's the use of studying? It's better than my son driving an excavator." I silently opened the oil paper bag left by my grandfather - inside were old seeds from sixty years ago. I had a high fever that night and woke up to the super brain data vision. Others rely on heaven and earth to grow vegetables, but I rely on "gene modification" to grow vegetables. Eliminate the bitter taste code, activate the sugar gene, and ripen a crop of vegetables in seven days. At the market, the old lady took a bite and her eyes turned red: "I have been looking for this taste for forty years." The first long-term order was signed that day. Later, my strawberries were sweeter than my first love, corn could lower blood sugar, and tomatoes made people in the city line up to buy them. Later, an international seed industry giant came to the door and said: "Make a price for your technology." I pointed to the thousands of acres of fertile land behind me: "These old seeds were passed down from my grandfather." "They belong to this land and to every agricultural student who believes that 'reading is useful'."