I build an oasis in the northwest

Chapter 147
Kusugu is a place in Outer Mongolia. The animal husbandry industry here is extremely developed. Most people make a living by raising cattle and sheep. The dairy industry here is extremely developed, and it is a famous GDP province in Outer Mongolia.

But that was only ten years ago.

More than ten years ago, the land here was fertile and the grass was beautiful. You could feed your cattle and sheep whatever you wanted, and you didn’t have to worry about finding grass for grazing.

Therefore, in order to make money, every household is working hard to increase the number of livestock, thinking about raising more, exporting more, and making more money!
The local government only looks at GDP, so when it sees that an increase in the number of cattle raised can increase GDP, it will naturally not stop it, and even directly promulgate policies to help herdsmen.

But everyone just wants to raise more and keep more, but no one has ever thought that grass plants will one day be eaten.

In their opinion, if the grass is eaten this year, it will grow and sprout again next year, so there is no need to worry about not having enough food.

until ten years ago.

When people came back that winter, they were surprised to find that this land was a gift from nature in their hearts. The grass vegetation in the Zaheer Grassland this year was actually sparse and no longer as dense as in previous years.

In order to feed their cattle and sheep, people had no choice but to move away, but they still always remember this place in their hearts and sincerely hope that it can return to its normal state.

Agura is one of them.

He is a local herdsman in Kusugu and grew up in the Zaheer grassland since he was a child.

When he was very young and had not even learned to write, he learned how to wield a herding rope, and was affectionately called a "natural-born sheepherder" by his family!
This morning, he got up on time as usual.

The light in the room was dim, but Agula turned on the light as usual, got up, picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water.

"Ok?"

Feeling the strong earthy taste in his mouth, he looked down at the cup.

Sure enough, there was a layer of sand floating on the water.

It turned out that before he drank water, he forgot to wipe the cup to remove the sand.

In recent years, due to the reduction of grassland green plants and serious soil desertification, every time the wind blows, it will bring up a lot of dust.

So every time you go out, if you don’t want to shake off a pound or two of sand when you get home at night, you must remember to wrap yourself up tightly every time you go out.

After going out, the doors and windows of the house must be closed tightly to prevent dust from entering the house.

But even so, the sand would still get in little by little from unknown gaps in the house, covering the entire house, accumulating layers of dust.

So when you live here, you have to deal with this dust every day. Every day or two, the house must be cleaned and everything is wiped with a rag.

But even so, the house still cannot be cleaned no matter how hard it is cleaned.

Because of the harsh environment, people suffer from severe respiratory diseases every year. In addition to government subsidies, most people are unwilling to continue living here, but choose to move away and live elsewhere.

Only people like Agula, who are committed to restoring the Zaheer Grassland to its former appearance, and volunteers from international environmental protection agencies are willing to continue to live in this place.

Agula looked at the water in the cup, thought about it, and in the spirit of not wasting it, he drank it all.

In his opinion, it's all dirt anyway.

So what's the difference between what's drunk into the stomach and what's inhaled through the nose?
Anyway, it will enter the body, and no one will die anyway. Anyway, the government will arrange a physical examination every year.

But in the end, remembering what David, his work partner from the Environmental Protection Agency, said after seeing him drink the water that day, and the alarmism he portrayed, Agula thought for a moment, raised his hand and poured out the water, and then took it again. Got a clean glass.

After drinking water, washing up, changing clothes, and covering herself tightly.Agura opened the door.

I saw that although it was clear and sunny outside, the sky was not blue at all. On the contrary, at first glance, I could only feel that it was foggy, as if I couldn't see anything clearly.

There was also a layer of sand accumulated on the threshold. As the door opened, the sand poured into the room, making this place extremely dirty.

But Agula had long been accustomed to it, so he calmly picked up the broom and swept them all out.

There is no way, after anyone has to experience such a thing every day, he will definitely get used to it.

After everything was done, Agula walked out of the door and walked towards the Environmental Protection Association.

Even though he is no longer a herdsman now, in his heart, he has always had a deep desire, that is, to cure the sandstorms in the Zaheer Grassland and restore it to the lush and lush grassland it once was. .

At that time, he must pick up his shepherd's rope and become a shepherd.

By then, he will definitely raise a lot of cattle and sheep.

Therefore, in Agula's view, the current low salary and low income are just his own investment. When he can graze again in the future, that will be the time for him to start making money and get rich.

To this end, he reports to the Environmental Protection Association every day.

In fact, this Environmental Protection Association is not called an association, but an organization jointly established by the Mongolian government, international organizations and non-governmental organizations.

Here, there are many capable people who will study various sand control and sand prevention plans and put them into practice.

Planting, planned locations, and planting options all change frequently, so every morning.The first thing a volunteer like Agula has to do is to check in at the Environmental Protection Bureau, receive his or her tasks for the day, and then start the day's work.

Not long after he walked out, he met his colleague, a tall foreign man with a thick beard - David.

David lazily said hello in his half-baked Mongolian: "Good morning!"

"Morning." Agula replied.

Because the two of them came out early, they were not in a hurry on the way to work. Just like that, the two of them chatted slowly on their way.

Agula was the first to open the topic: "I heard from Gauss that the leaders of our Environmental Protection Bureau bought particularly good forage and it will arrive today. David, do you know what kind of grass it is?"

David suddenly revealed his talkative nature, pointed at himself proudly, and said with a smile: "Of course I know, I heard that it is bluegrass, it is very expensive, and it is a new variety of bluegrass that is sold by the plant!"

"Ah!" Agula was completely intrigued and couldn't help but ask again and again.

David wanted to continue talking, but when he saw the Environmental Protection Bureau right in front of him and several people standing outside looking in from time to time, David, who liked to join in the fun, stopped talking and quickly walked to a few doors. Beside people.

Following their example, I peeked inside furtively, my ears pointed, trying hard to hear the sounds inside.

But he saw nothing but the office door, and heard nothing but the occasional whisper.

He deliberately lowered his voice and whispered: "Hey, what are you listening to here? Are you listening so absorbedly?"

The people at the door looked at him and smiled. They all knew David's character, so they said directly: "It's nothing. I just heard from Gauss that a new grass plant arrived today. I can only dig this plant one by one by myself." Sowing it in the soil is very troublesome." "That's right, isn't it all grass? Just sprinkle it into the ground and it will grow if it can grow. If it doesn't grow, just re-sow it. Why do you have to do so much trouble?"

"It doesn't matter, it's just trouble, as long as you don't let me sow the seeds."

"The most important thing to control desertification is grass seeds. As long as we spread more seeds and fertilize more, it will be fine. It's still so troublesome!"

Although most of the people here are volunteers, working hard to restore Zaheer to its former lush vegetation.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The operation of the Environmental Protection Bureau is not so much a government organization and allocation of funds, but actually relies entirely on the ideals and enthusiasm of its members. Most of the organization's operations are funded by themselves.

To put it bluntly, everyone who comes here comes with ideals and enthusiasm, and they are excited to make their own contribution to the greening of their home planet.

But when I actually arrived at the place, I saw the reality and the current situation. As time went by, my enthusiasm was dampened by the reality, my ideals were flattened, and I finally chose to give up and leave.

With this coming and going, the turnover of personnel is extremely large.

The colleague who may be working with you to plant trees today may be gone tomorrow.

For such a long time, there are only a handful of people who can persevere with the same enthusiasm for several years.

So when Agula, who was walking behind, heard this, he looked at each other and Hong Dege, a local herdsman who was also from the Zaheer grassland, smiled bitterly in unison, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"It seems that this troublesome grass planting will have to be assigned to these locals again."

It's no wonder they thought this way, mainly because it's always like this.

Despite the Environmental Protection Agency’s reputation, in reality, these organizations are just trying to survive with support.

After all, Inner Mongolia is not a famous place, and the Zaheer Grassland is not even ranked in the world, so the volunteers who are willing to visit this tree are only a minority among the minority.

Therefore, in order to allow this group of people to stay here longer, persevere longer, and plant more trees, the non-local volunteers who come here are generally not assigned particularly heavy tasks.

Sons of local herdsmen like Agula and Hondege are at the forefront of the selection of such workers.

No, as soon as the door of the office was opened, they were called in first.

The leader sat behind the table, unable to conceal his joy. He pointed at the thousand bluegrass plants placed next to the table and said with a smile: "This is what the leader saw at the Xiaguo seedling exhibition. I heard that the survival rate and rooting rate are They are all very high. As long as it takes three days after planting, you don’t have to worry about wind and sand.”

When he left, Aruhan took a thousand bluegrass plants with him in order to try out the finished product.

As for the bluegrass that will be released later by Sanmu Forestry, it is still blocked in China, waiting for shipment.

"This batch of grass is very expensive. They sell it per plant. When you plant it, you must be careful not to damage the roots. Otherwise, if you miss one plant, a lot of money will be wasted."

The leader couldn't help but sigh a few times.

Ugh!
At that time, Aruhan was surprised when he heard that one plant cost [-] cents. After all, the Environmental Protection Agency's funds were tight, and it had to use limited funds for aerial seeding, fertilization, etc., as well as volunteers' remuneration. Money for saplings, money for fertilizers and other various expenses.

It can be said that each item is a big expense.

So when he heard that the grass cost fifty cents, he almost screamed in surprise and wanted to ask how valuable this grass was to be sold at such a high price.

For an organization like theirs, every money must be used wisely and must not be wasted.

"What?! Sell it per plant!"

Agula didn't have any reaction yet, but Hongdege was shocked and screamed out in surprise.

According to this calculation, the price of buying ten bluegrass plants can buy one pound of bluegrass seeds.

Here, this kind of behavior will be scolded as a prodigal.

However, after being surprised, Hongdege confirmed uncertainly: "Leader, this seedling is so expensive. If it doesn't survive in the end, and it's not as good as you said, then we won't be held responsible."

"Yes! We all know what Chelsea Grassland is like. If the survival rate of grass plants could be improved so easily, we wouldn't have been here for seven or eight years, but less than one-tenth of the grassland vegetation has been restored. "

Agula also expressed his opinion.

Although he only focused on building and restoring grassland vegetation, and learned most of the methods of sand control from experts sent by the Xia Kingdom, in fact, because he was no longer interested in this, he really didn’t know much about it. .

But Agula can still figure out one thing.

That's one thousand pounds of grass seed, which can be sown on more than ten acres of grassland sand.

But one thousand bluegrass plants cannot even grow an acre of land.

And the price is still so expensive!
After all, it was expensive and a waste of money, and it wouldn't cover much land.

Especially after knowing that there are still [-] bluegrass plants in the future, Agula feels uncomfortable every time he settles the accounts.

too expensive!
How great it would be if all this money could be invested in aerial seeding of grass seeds!

But they are just employees after all, so naturally they can only do what the leader says.

So although there was some hesitation and dissatisfaction in their hearts, Agula and Hongdege suppressed all emotions and listened quietly to the leader's introduction and planting methods.

After the other party divided the planting areas again, Agula and Hongdege walked out of the office helplessly holding a large basket filled with bluegrass.

"Is this the particularly expensive grass?"

"It looks no different from ordinary bluegrass!"

"There's no difference. Isn't this one any better than the ordinary one?!"

"Hey, Agula, I heard that planting this batch of grass is very troublesome. It needs to be planted one by one, and it is also very troublesome to fertilize and water."

"Hongdege, where is the planting area divided by this grass plant?"

At this moment, an expert from the Rigorous Country happened to come over.

(End of this chapter)