After the plan was finalized, Qing Hao immediately reported the strategy to his superiors on behalf of the survey team. After a brief wait, they received a reply from their superiors, and the survey team immediately determined the location of the so-called "demonstration project", which is the Xuewaka Village, which is only 20 kilometers away from Doka Village in a straight line.

Large-scale river reconstruction plans will also be carried out there, and the same nuclear bomb explosion plan as in Doka Village can be used. However, in fact, due to the differences in terrain and hydrological environment, manual excavation in Sevaka Village is more cost-effective, so the so-called nuclear bomb explosion is simply a smoke bomb.

However, this information has been strictly confidential and no one except the core members of the survey team knew about it.

Early that morning, Zhang Fu packed his luggage and came to the entrance of Doka Village. The entire survey team was ready to go and was about to go to Xuewaka Village.

After nearly a year of hard work, a simple road had been built between Doka Village and Sevaka Village, but out of caution, they decided to leave as soon as possible.

After all, in this month, the probability of a sudden blizzard is very high. If you are blocked on the road, it will be a trivial matter to waste time, and various dangers will follow one after another. At that time, the additional rescue will consume more resources.

On the side of the survey team's assembly point, the village chief brought several villagers to see them off. When these villagers heard that the survey team was leaving, they probably felt that their struggle had played a role. At this time, they all had a gratified smile on their faces, and the hostility they had when facing the survey team members was wiped out.

"Come on, drink a bowl of wine before leaving, it's cold on the road!"

Zhang Fu smiled and took the wine handed over by the other party, drank it in one gulp and said:

"Kampot, look at your smile, why? You are so happy when you heard that we are leaving?"

The man named Kampot laughed and patted Zhang Fu on the shoulder and said:

"Are you unhappy? Nuclear bombs! Think about it, this is the mountain we have been watching for generations. Although it is not as high as a holy mountain, it is also emotional. If you throw a nuclear bomb on the mountain near your home, how happy can you be?"

Zhang Fu shook his head helplessly and replied:

"What's wrong with me? The mountain does not produce food and hinders traffic. If I were to say that, I would like to have a few more nuclear bombs to flatten it."

"Go, you just stand and talk without any pain in your back!"

Kampot snatched the bowl from Zhang Fu's hand, poured another cup on it and stuffed it into the other party's hand, and then continued:

"No matter what, it's better not to explode."

"We had a bad attitude towards you before, and I hope you understand that--we are not targeting you underground workers."

"It's not easy for you, I understand. After drinking this glass of wine, we will still be friends."

"If you don't drink it, won't it?"

Zhang Fu asked jokingly.

"It's true if you don't drink it! You Han people have poor alcohol tolerance, I know!"

Hearing this, Zhang Fu shook his head again. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then pushed it back into Kampot's hand, unable to find a trace of shame on his face.

"Since you said that, I don't have to drink it anymore. OK, put all the things away, we're going to get ready to go."

"When will you come back this time?"

Kampot's face had a complicated expression. He actually had feelings for the survey team, especially Zhang Fu, who was generous. During his inspections near Doka Village, Zhang Fu spent more than once to help the villagers solve problems. If it weren't for the fact that the things involved were really too sensitive, he would be willing to say a few words to the survey team just based on this affection.

"That's not necessarily true, maybe it's a year or two."

"You don't let us blow up the mountains, so the project here can only be postponed and deal with the matters in other places first."

Speaking of this, Zhang Fu changed his mind.

"However, it may be back soon..."

"How fast can it be?"

"Who knows? Two weeks a week? It may be one day or two days, just look..."

Zhang Fu did not continue talking, and Gongbu did not ask. He knew that some of the information he had was confidential, and he must not be able to talk nonsense to him, an ordinary person.

"Okay, then I hope you can come back soon---If you come back, does it mean there is a solution?"

“It’s theoretically.”

Zhang Fu replied vaguely.

In fact, he felt a little guilty at this moment. Although he had a different position from Kampot, the other party was at least sincere. Now, all the plans he made were actually... calculating them.

It's indeed a calculation.

He sighed in his heart, and suddenly understood the displeasure that flashed across his face when he discussed with Qing Hao and the village chief.

After a few greetings, Zhang Fu followed the team to the carriage that had been prepared long ago. They would first follow the simple road for a period of time, walk the first 5 kilometers, and then get off the bus and walk. If it goes well, they would probably reach Xuewaka Village before dark.

Kampot watched Zhang Fu and his group leave. After their figures completely disappeared from the snow, he turned around and said to the village chief:

"Captain, why do I feel uncomfortable?"

"Why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The village chief asked in confusion.

"It's...I thought at first that we won if they left, but now it seems that we didn't win either."

“Are we…too selfish?”

"All the things they do are for our entire country. After all, that's the best solution, right?"

"I've checked it online these days, but the nuclear bomb is not that scary."

"The people in the village feel dangerous, that's because they don't understand."

"Who will do anything good if it's necessary to make things happen like this?"

After pausing for a few seconds, Kampot sighed and said:

"It's really not easy for them. It's not easy for the country."

The village chief nodded silently and comforted:

“No one is easy.”

"It is understandable that you don't want to bomb nuclear bombs near the village; it's more reasonable for them to use nuclear bombs."

"You are all right, but you are wrong... The fault is that our villagers are still too low in their education."

"Yes...why, why don't I talk to the villagers?"

A trace of light flashed in Kampot's eyes, but this light made the village chief feel sour.

The Tibetan man opposite didn't know that the survey team's departure this time was not a part of planning and calculation.

He suddenly felt a little confused. Yes, he and the survey team were thinking about the overall situation.

However, is it really the best solution to achieve a brilliant goal with disgraceful means for the sake of the overall situation?

Ranwen

He turned around silently and walked towards the party and mass activity center in the village.

Kampot, who was standing beside him, had already pulled other villagers and began to talk about his ideas.

At this moment, they didn't know which direction the matter would go.

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