"What's wrong?" Yang Mengchen, who had just awakened from rebirth, saw Grandpa Yang so distraught for the first time.
"Jiujiu, quick, look at these rice paddies!" Grandpa Yang, with trembling hands, picked up a few stalks of rice: "It was all fine yesterday, but today when I came over, they were covered in bugs, and the same goes for all the rice fields in the village. If we can't get rid of these pests soon, I'm afraid there will be no harvest this year."
Yang Mengchen crouched down to take a look and saw the rice panicles swarming with tiny insects about thirteen millimeters long, pale green in color, with small triangular shields and three white spots on the front edge—clearly Tingidae: "Has this kind of pestilence happened before?" These Tingidae primarily feed by piercing and sucking the juices of the rice panicles, causing empty grains and reduced yield, and in severe cases, complete crop failure.
