In front of Dong Yixiang, there are high mountains and long rivers, deep and dense forests, and no human habitation. It is definitely the most primitive mountain forest.
Beyond here, there is nothing further ahead.
He doesn't know.
Hamao doesn't know either, because none of them have been there.
Pathfinding.
The most suitable route must be chosen before the official transportation. The uninhabited areas they have to go through include deserts, virgin forests, and deserts. The land environment here in Hamao can be said to be quite harsh, and no one has ever come close to it.
There is not much literature to draw from.
Suddenly, a shout came from behind: "Old Dong."
Dong Yixiang was stunned.
Looking back, Ding Er was less than twenty meters behind him.
this……
How is that possible? Why did he cross the border?
Ding Er continued to be excited, "Old Dong, I can accompany you for half a day's journey."
"What's the meaning."
Ding Er took out a fax from his pocket.
Just received it.
It was written by Bai Hao himself, with a map attached, and there were new marking lines on the map.
"Old Dong, I'm going to erect a stone monument. The originally disputed area has been redrawn. A small desert line to the north has been moved a little closer to us, and here, more than 200 square kilometers of Shire and Xili have been demarcated.
, I’m going to see it with my own eyes, and then choose a location for the new stone monument.”
Dong Yixiang punched Ding Er on the shoulder, then clenched his fist and waved it hard twice.
Then, the two put their arms around each other and sang the song they used to sing in training when they were young.
At this point, look at everything in front of you.
The scenery seems to have changed.
In the distance, you can see herds of wild cattle and sheep from time to time, munching their heads.
The blue sky is like a curtain, dotted with white clouds.
On a grassland, purple, red, blue, and white flowers compete for beauty. Walking there is like walking through a long gallery. From time to time, disturbed colorful butterflies take off, forming a series of mountains.
Colorful brocade.
The road is a bit dangerous, and the roads that can be passed by vehicles are steep and steep with cliffs and canyons on both sides.
Turning a corner, the scenery is completely different.
After climbing over a slope, there is a completely new scenery.
This place can be regarded as a no-man's land, because there are no people around, no one is disturbing, and even the flowers are living their own happiness.
Ding Er looked at it, silently thinking in his heart, even if the monument is moved outward, this area should be sealed to prevent others from harming it. It is beautiful, it is really beautiful.
In this way, the two of them separated until they reached a new boundary.
Going further west is the real virgin forest and the continuous mountains. No one knows what Ding'er will encounter. After Dong Yixiang arranged a short rest, he waved goodbye to Ding'er, and the mountains were soon submerged.
Ding Er kept watching, and suddenly a bird started to fly far away.
Ding Er smiled.
He knew that Dong Yixiang's approximate location was there.
After climbing over this mountain, you should reach the desert.
From the photos in space, we can still barely see the general terrain, what the desert is like, whether there are places where we can replenish water, whether there are sandstorms, quicksand, whether there are...
Ding Er shook his head a few times and stopped thinking about these things.
The more I think about it, the more worried I feel.
Other groups of people passed through the border in the normal way by road or railway, and then entered Hamao.
One day later, the first group of people to set out looked at the land in front of them, and their hearts felt as uncomfortable as seeing the yellow wheat that had been soaked by heavy rain in midsummer.
Large tracts of fields were deserted.
Rotten straw and tangled weeds.
In the distance, there are many half-built but unfinished houses.
A middle-aged man with fine hair who brought them over said, "More than ten years ago, someone proposed to promote agriculture and start building large farms. At that time, I was still
Young, I was in charge of the paperwork. The investment amount that year was two billion bears, and the investment in this farm was in the millions on the form."
"This..." The person leading the team didn't understand: "A few million bears a year was a lot of money in those days."
"Yes." The middle-aged man gave a bitter smile. "As they were handed out layer by layer, only less than 100,000 Mao Xiong coins were actually distributed here. The rest were said to be distributed in batches, but only a small amount is squeezed out every year."
Someone came over.
An old acquaintance of Bai Hao.
Bull struggle.
Niu Fendou asked, "Is there any problem with the tractor? When will it start?"
"Let's fix it."
Niu Fendou called out, "Plow a foot and a half deep, get moving."
After many young men shouted, the roar of a large number of tractors began.
The middle-aged man in Hamao looked at dozens of large horse-drawn tractors lined up in a row, and a large area of land was opened up in the blink of an eye. He said, "Back then, according to the plan, every one hundred hectares should be equipped with fifteen horsepower.
In fact, there are only two tractors installed here, and they often break down."
"Not just here, the tractors provided by the entire Hamao every year are not as good as compensation for scrapped tractors. The autumn plowing here is eighteen days on the form, and the longest is no more than twenty days, but in fact it has never been less than forty days.
For many years it has been about forty-five days. Wheat planting takes five days, but here it actually takes eleven days."
The leader of the construction column from the Tianshan side handed over a tin pot with wine in it.
It's not a gift, it's just like giving out a cigarette when chatting.
The middle-aged man in Hamao took the tin pot, opened it and smelled, "Davari, good wine."
"We brew it ourselves."
The middle-aged man continued, "Those people in Mao Xiong are very bad. Especially in recent years, they have used many tricks. Our farmers can't stand it anymore. It's like being targeted by a vampire, but they don't kill you immediately.
Instead, they will come and draw a bowl of your blood every month. Young people are beginning to flee. In the area I manage, at least 7 to 8 percent of people leave every year."
"Finally, when all the young people left the farm, in just a few years, 40% of the young people aged 20 to 24 left. Finally, when the elderly began to leave the world one after another, there were a large number of farms.
It has turned into what you see before your eyes. In the past two years, our workers have also begun to suffer from hunger. In the past, we had enough food."
The middle-aged man from Hamao took a sip of wine and pointed at the working tractors: "When I first started working, there were 120 tractor drivers for each of our 100 tractors. Now, there are less than 70.
Not to mention, there are many tractors that are no different than scrap metal.”
"Look at the depth of your plowing, it's almost half a meter deep. I haven't seen a tractor with enough power to support deep plowing in many years. You...have become...great."
You have become great.
These words are touching.
Mao Xiong was once the big brother of Xia Guo. Many people know that, especially those with mechanical knowledge, they say that Mao Xiong taught Xia Guo how to make tractors.
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