Guagua: [Our emperor really is a good man!]
Song Yaoyao: [Guagua, I really want to show the people of this ancient world what modern agriculture looks like.]
Everyone: Princess Jiahe, go ahead and play it! Let us broaden our horizons too!
To their surprise, a moment later, everyone saw an endless expanse of farmland on the screen above Song Yaoyao's head.
An endless expanse of farmland
What shocked them was the vehicle driving through the fields.
Wasn't the vehicle going to crush the crops?
The thing flying overhead must have been an airplane. They had seen one in the previous video.
But why was this airplane flying so low?
And why was it spraying mist? What was that mist made of? It was all falling onto the crops. Wouldn't it harm them?
As everyone was puzzling over this, Guagua's voice rang out:
[Host, how does watching these modern machines at work feel? Doesn't it soothe both body and mind?]
Song Yaoyao: [It really is advanced.
Seeing all this makes me feel as though I'm still in the modern world.
Guagua, is that vehicle a weeding machine? And the airplane must be spraying pesticides, right?]
Guagua: [Exactly. That vehicle is a modern weeding machine, and the airplane is indeed spraying pesticides.]
Song Yaoyao nodded.
Everyone in the imperial court was stunned. So this was modern farming?
They could even weed fields and spray pesticides like this? What an eye-opener!
Guagua: [For farmers, planting season is the busiest time of every year. They leave early and return late every day.
Even so, whenever rainy weather comes, they have no choice but to stay home and wait for the weather to clear before rushing to catch up.
With high-tech farming machines, all these problems unravel as easily as bamboo splits beneath a blade.]