Jin Bo hurriedly went out to look out and saw someone driving a few sheep in the distance, walking towards the village.

When the Shaoping rack was on fire and started roasting the hare, the man had already entered the village. Seeing smoke rising from here, he came over to check it.

That was an old man, and he couldn't tell his age.

When he saw that there were only two young men, no tools or hunting rifles, they only carried backpacks on their own, and they felt relieved.

"Young people, what are you doing here? Are you tired of living a good life in the city?"

Jin Bo asked replies without answering: "You don't seem to be surprised by our arrival at all?"

"In the early years, there were more kids like you here, but fewer of them in the past few years."

Shaoping stood up and let the old man go to the fire, "Did there be many people coming in the past? Why are there fewer people now?"

"There are many, many. From here to Hongjianao, they were all people. They were so popular at that time. If they could do it until now..."

The old man stopped and said nothing, as if he was going to immerse himself in those years.

Jin Bo opened the kettle and handed it over. The old man refused and took out his leather bag.

"You just came from outside, it's not easy to bring some clean water. Save some use, I'll use my own."

Jin Bo asked strangely: "Is there no water available here?"

"Yes, you outsiders can't get used to drinking for a moment."

"Can you... give me a taste?"

The old man handed it to Jin Bo. As soon as he reached his mouth, a mud soup mixed with the smell of leather was rushing straight into his nose. But he still leaned closer to take a sip, and then handed it to the old man, never drinking it again.

The old man laughed, "You can catch rabbits with empty hands, as powerful as wolves on the grassland."

"Old man..." Shaoping handed over a white steamed bun, which was the dry food he prepared for the trip. "Are you a grassland man?"

"My hometown is from WSQ in the north. I came here when I was young and got married. Speaking of which, it has been forty or fifty years. My name is Heribu. What do you call me young?"

"My name is Sun Shaoping, his name is Jin Bo." Shaoping pointed to his peers who seemed to be suppressing his disgusting companions. "We all come from the province to investigate the situation of sand control, find heroes, and summarize experience."

Shaoping said and handed over a letter of introduction.

The old man looked at the red seal on it and handed it back.

"I'm right, you are not poachers, nor are you stealing medicinal materials."

"Grandpa Heribu, are there many people like that now?"

"More! Alas... they are all so poor that they can't help it."

Shaoping went over and stopped talking about this matter, but instead asked: "You just said that there were a lot of people here before, why are there no one now? As far as I know, isn't it possible to contract sand control here?"

"Yes, it was possible to contract before, but later it was taken back to the team. Later, many young people came and worked with everyone. But it was not long, and they couldn't stand it one by one, and they all left. After that, the locals moved away... In fact, it was impossible not to leave, there was no food."

“Don’t the government have subsidies?”

"No one in the city can eat enough, and even if there is, you can't get here... People retreat and advance, and the situation is much worse. If you stop halfway through the work, it's better not to do it... Now the people here are like me and cannot leave."

No wonder no one records what happened here.

"So, is it still controlling sand now?"

"How can people not be treated? If they want to live, they have to control sand. A newly planted crop can be covered with a layer of sand in a few days. The sand forces people to retreat and there is nowhere to hide. How can they survive if they don't treat it?"

"Wouldn't there be many heroes? Can Grandpa He Ribu talk about it? Let's talk about the people here, the things here, including how to control sand and live, we all want to hear..."

"What kind of heroes are not heroes? Planting trees here is entirely for survival..."

Jin Bo was flipping over the rabbit there, Shaoping and the old man each had a steamed bun, sitting next to the fire, and heard the story.

I heard from the old man that their family still planted more than a thousand acres of sand-born tree species such as willows and poplar trees. Most of them were planted in the early years, and some of them have been replanted one after another over the years.

Sand willow has the characteristics of "flat roots and strengthening", which can produce fire, and leaves can also be used as forage for sheep, so people survive slowly.

"In the past, sand control was to level the piles, dig them with people, and rinse them with water. If conditions permit, it could also attract heavy water. After the water filled with mud, you could plant grass and plant saxal trees, and fix the sand first..."

"Now there are fewer people and I can't move those things, so I'll find a way to fix them first. The most effective thing in front of me is to use grain grass to build grass grids, and temporarily fix the sand before the rainy season. Since the rainy season, you can plant grass, plant artemisia samadhi, and plant saxaul trees along the grass grid..."

"Halaxacum trees are good things. As long as there is water, they can take root in three minutes. They grow very big in one rainy season and survive completely. Those Cistanches that are often stolen by people grow on their roots..."

Shaoping handed the steamed buns he had baked to Heribu, and replaced them with him and then baked them himself.

"Grandpa Heribu, what plants are planted here for sand fixation?"

"That's too much. In addition to the wormwood, saxal trees, poplar trees just mentioned, there are also tyrant grass, poplar, flower sticks, camel thorns, red willows, sand holly, white thorns, lemon strips, sand dates, sand jujubes, sihe wood, and the resurrection grass..."

Jin Bo asked curiously: "Nine Death Resurrection Grass? What is that?"

"It's the cypress," Shaoping replied for the old man: "Its roots can separate from the soil by themselves, curl up like fists, move with the wind, and flourish when encountering water. When it reaches the right place, its roots can drill into the soil again to find moisture...it can be viewed and used as medicine."

"The young man knows a lot," the old man praised, and then said: "However, here are the main plants of saxal trees, lemon strips, monarch grass, white thorns, and occasionally a few poplar trees, flower sticks, and sihe trees."

Jin Bo tore the roasted rabbit open and handed it to the old man a rabbit leg, saying, "Merky strips are good things, they can make honey, feed sheep, and burn fire. Our village also planted mond strips, and they planted a lot."

"Oh? Where is your village?" the old man asked.

Jin Bo replied: "Huangyuan City, from here to the southwest, is not too far away. You can control sand here and we can control soil there, and we can't spare time."

"No wonder! Lemon sticks are indeed a good thing."

Shaoping asked: "Why don't you plant some daylily and pumpkin-like cash crops?"

The old man replied: "Source, but you have to plant it in places with better conditions, including water, soil, and wind and sand. It was not possible at first. I will plant a little bit of small plots now, so I can exchange it for money..."

Jin Bo said: "Is there any group sand control group now? It's the kind that many people do together."

The old man thought for a while and said, "I heard that there is a place in the north called Bulang River. It seems that it is not far from the city, and it is full of women..."

Shaoping suddenly remembered a name and asked, "Bulanghe Women's Militia Desert Control Company? Is this the name?"
Chapter completed!