Simulation: Great Power Technology

Along with other high-ranking members of the Pastoral Organization, Yang Wei was taken into a large transport plane. During the several hours of flight, the harsh noise and the near-subzero temperature made her almost collapse, but fortunately, the torture ended soon, and the plane finally landed. at an airport she didn't know about.

After getting off the plane, she saw the man who talked to her in the clubhouse again, Lin He.

"Where are they taking us?"

Yang Wei asked a little nervously.

Lin He looked out through the bus window, and after a long time, he hesitated and said:

"Judging from the terrain, we should be in a desert now. There are not many places in the country where there are such deserts, plus what they said before...I think they probably want to throw us away Go to the corps to control the sand."

"Sand control?? We?? Where is this place??"

Yang Wei had a horrified look on her face. In fact, when Qin Chuan said "Let you live an idyllic life", she had already vaguely guessed the other party's plan for dealing with her people, but in her In her thoughts, at most, she would be thrown into a labor camp to work, at most deprived of basic entertainment rights, or at most, by cutting food supply at most.

This kind of treatment didn't make her feel scared, but... sand control?

The desert is always associated with death. What is the difference between letting an inexperienced person like yourself fight against that arid and barren environment to the limit?

A voice from a certain movie suddenly appeared in her mind:

Death penalty or exile?

She didn't have a choice, someone helped her make a choice.

The death penalty is carried out in the form of exile.

Looking at her expression, Lin He replied:

"Looking from the topography outside, we should be near the Gurbantunggut Desert - the Junggar Basin Desert. You see, there is a typical Yadan landform area. The entire desert is full of wind erosion structures. ...This should be a scenic spot, near Tuolingmengpo, I remember that I have been here before."

"Sand control work has been done in this area for several years, and the environment is not bad. If we continue to go north and enter the desert hinterland... But don't worry, we will most likely be thrown to Shihezi 150. Tuanchang, at least not inexplicably dying here."

Lin He's expression had a hint of consolation. After hearing the word "150 group field", Yang Wei's expression finally relaxed a little.

Yes, even though she is full of stereotypes about the country, objectively speaking, she still thinks that the military is the purest place in the country - especially the military here.

"What will they make us do?"

"I don't know... just wait, it's nothing more than sand control, it won't be too difficult, but... our career is completely ruined."

"This area continues to go deeper, and it can be said that it has entered a no-man's land that is isolated from the world. Human nature and morality are rare here, and the death competition between creatures is the mainstream----but still Well, we're at the top of the food chain after all."

Hearing this, Yang Wei's relaxed mood became tense again.

She always thought that she was strong, noble, and could sacrifice for her faith and future at any cost, but until this moment, when she faced her own ending, she suddenly realized that she would also lose control of her emotions.

Could it be that he will spend the rest of his life in this uninhabited desert?

For her, it was a more terrifying reality than death.

During the next few hours of driving, her fingers did not stop shaking until she was taken out of the car by the staff, and she was in the desert and felt the icy air.

Yang Wei raised her head and looked around. What appeared in front of her was a station, surrounded by low-rise houses scattered with greenery. It was a glass greenhouse-style vegetable garden developed by the residents here.

The water source is obviously precious, because she saw the drip irrigation measures in the vegetable garden, which made her absurdly curious - after all, it was the first time she saw this when she grew up in a big city. A facility that exists only in books for her.

She was about to step forward to watch, but the staff who got out of the car immediately stood in front of her.

"Don't move, take your place!"

"From today, you will be incorporated into the Xinhu Farm Sand Control Station, which is the place under your feet."

"You will be here with the local military and civilians to complete the 200-kilometer project of people entering the sand and retreating. No one can leave until the project is completed."

"Your basic livelihood will be guaranteed by New Lake Farm, and you will still enjoy your basic civil rights until your final judgment is handed down."

"Except for freedom."

"Don't try to sabotage, or escape, otherwise, the charges against you will escalate."

"The duration of the project is 5 years. During this period, we will inspect you. If the inspection results are excellent, you will have the opportunity to be allowed to leave early."

"Now, I will hand you over to Xinhu Farm, and someone will bring you to familiarize yourself with the environment. We will meet again in 6 months."

After that, the staff turned around and left, leaving Yang Wei and the others looking at each other on the spot.

In addition to the soldiers with guns and live ammunition, there were only those dusty sand control personnel around them.

No one knew what they were supposed to do, and no one stepped forward to guide them. Everyone just stood in the cold wind for half an hour. When Yang Wei felt that her body was almost unconscious, she finally had a leadership-like job. Personnel came from a distance and took them to a temporary accommodation.

The next day, Yang Wei and her party followed the farm into the real desert and began to do the sand control work that was torture for them.

The current time is early February. According to the normal work plan, this time has not yet reached the season of planting trees, but this does not mean that their work has become easier. The construction work is the part with the largest workload.

This work team implemented the old-fashioned model. Yang Wei was arranged to be with a middle-aged man named Wu Xuan who looked to be in his fifties. Although he knew the identities of Yang Wei and others, he was out of control. The simple kindness still took the initiative to take over the work of Yang Wei when she was exhausted and collapsed.

And this also made Yang Wei's affection for him rise a lot. She sincerely thanked the other party, and the latter sighed and said:

"Don't thank me. To be honest, this is the first time that an outsider like you has come to this place... Let's make a good renovation, do it for one year this year, and do it for a year next year, and wait until the year after. Our project is almost over.”

"When the time comes, you can go back where you came from. It depends on the leadership's meaning. It's not a big mistake you made. As long as you can educate it well, you will still be our own people."

Yang Wei was stunned for a moment.

She never thought that the man opposite would feel that she and him were "her own".

"Thank you. I don't actually think we've done anything wrong, though—but thank you for your kindness."

"How can you be thrown here to be remodeled if you didn't make a mistake?"

Wu Xuan asked Yang Wei suspiciously.

Yang Wei sighed and replied:

"It's just a different route...it's the same as that time."

Wu Xuan's brows furrowed, and he said solemnly:

"It's not a small problem that the line is different. If you follow the anti-people line, then we are not the same people."

"Of course not. On the contrary, we want to save people - but there are some problems in the way, maybe we are too radical for people to accept it."

Hearing this, Wu Xuan involuntarily became a little curious. He filled the last handful of soil into the embankment wall, then sat down and took out a cigarette case and asked:

"Do you smoke?"

Seeing Yang Wei shaking his head, he lit a fire for himself and continued:

"Tell me about your route."

An excited look appeared on Yang Wei's face. She was keenly aware that this was an excellent opportunity. If she could start with the people on this farm and transform them on a ideological level, then it is very likely that this place would become a Pastoral's next secret base.

It was born under the eyes of the official, the base that nurtured the future of mankind.

Thinking of this, she couldn't wait to sit down beside Wu Xuan, trying to calm down her emotions, and then starting from the invasion of the adjacent dimension, she explained the concept of the pastoral step by step.

During this process, the man always kept his ears open. When Yang Wei finally stopped, he asked in confusion:

"So, the purpose of your organization is to lower the standard of living of ordinary people, and then let smart people solve the crisis?"

"So to speak, but the reduction in living standards is temporary..."

Before she could finish her words, Wu Xuan interrupted:

"What did ordinary people do in this crisis?"

"...live your own life."

"Live your life?"

Wu Xuan laughed and then asked:

"Do you know what life means to us?"

"Like I said, pastoral songs, men ploughing and women weaving, lowering desires..."

"Pastoral pastoral songs? Are you also worthy of talking about pastoral pastoral songs?"

The expression on Wu Xuan's face suddenly became angry, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued to ask:

"Do you think our life here is an idyllic life?"

"Of course not, so it is for this reason that we are trying to persuade the government to give up such a huge project that consumes a lot of manpower and makes you miserable."

"Sand control is not a necessary action. Even without this desert, wouldn't you still be able to live? Could it be that all the 9.6 million square kilometers of land in this country are deserts? Can't you find another livable place? ?"

Hearing this, Wu Xuan's expression changed from anger to sadness. At this moment, he finally understood the reason why the woman in front of him was thrown over for transformation.

After taking the last puff of cigarette, he pressed the cigarette end to the ground, put it in his pocket, and asked:

"Do you know how many people are affected by desertification in China?"

"You don't need to answer, I can tell you, it's 120 million people."

"Among these 120 million people, more than 80% of the population are poor, that is to say, more than 40% of the poor in the whole of China are concentrated in the Northwest Sha District!"

"Do you know what kind of life they used to live?"

"There is no water, no food, 365 days a year, and more than 200 days are windy and sandy weather. The first thing you do when you wake up in the morning is not to wash, but to clean up the sand that has been blown over by the wind and accumulated at the door, because if you don't clean it up, it will be continuous. Two sandstorms come, and it's very likely that you won't even be able to open the door the next day!"

"You ask me why they don't move out. This is really why they don't eat minced meat. How to move? What to move?"

"Moving requires money and takes risks!"

"A family that has just barely solved the problem of food and clothing, what ability do they have to take the risk of moving?"

"In 2002, I was in Maowusu. At that time, I was still a stunner. Seeing the extremely difficult living standards of the people there, I asked the same question as you. Do you know how they answered me? "

"They said they could barely survive if they stayed in the sandy area, but if they moved out of the sandy area, they would die."

"Do you know why? Have you ever heard of a story called the descendants of the shepherd boy?"

"The descendants of the sheep herder, all he can do is herd sheep, and he has absolutely no extra resources and energy to try to cross his own class and try to change his destiny as you said!"

"Because in that land, the total amount of resources is only so much, to feed their bodies, it is impossible to feed their spirits."

"This is a spiral of poverty, and no individual can break this spiral by his own strength."

"But should they be content with poverty, with what you call a life of low desire?"

"You may have heard the story about a little girl's grandmother who cooked her a bowl of instant noodles on her birthday. The reporter advised her not to give children such unhealthy things, but what was the answer?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I only eat it once a year on my birthday."

"What you see as unhealthy is already the most nutritious food they can get."

"You don't really think that the so-called pastoral songs are about planting the land, singing songs, and worrying about food and clothing? You are too naive."

"Pastoral idyll is about thinking about where the next day's food comes from before going to sleep every night, about taking a bath with a cup in the wind and sand, and killing yourself in the sand to find the sheep lost in the wind and sand!"

"Have you ever seen a real pastoral garden? Have you ever seen a child go barefoot because his son was clamoring for meat, and his father couldn't afford to buy pesticides and poisoned the whole family? Are you bloody? Have you ever seen people in the sandy area look at your off-road vehicle with flinching, eyes that are obviously curious but don't dare to approach?"

"You didn't, you just looked at these people from above, and said coldly, 'You have to save resources and buy time for the real elites'."

"You forget, they are human too."

Having said this, Wu Xuan let out a long sigh and then continued:

"In the past 20 years, we have transformed 80,000 square kilometers of sandy land and planted more than 30,000 square kilometers of various types of trees, a considerable part of which are cash crops."

"At least 40 million people have been lifted out of poverty because of what you call the 'unnecessary' giant sand control project, and 10 million children have been able to go to school because of the rising economic level of the region."

"After the desert is turned green, animal husbandry, planting, tourism...all measures to revitalize the economy have a foundation, and the talents here have the hope of breaking the poverty spiral."

"Now, go to Mu Us - no, you don't even need to go to Mu Us, it's just where we are standing, walk 20 kilometers south, and you will know the difference between a desert and an oasis!"

"And you dare to say in front of me that such a project is unnecessary?"

"In my opinion, it's not only necessary, it's not even enough - that's why we have the Tongtianhe project."

"Yes, I can understand your thinking, and I can understand that your starting point is also to solve the crisis of the invasion of adjacent dimensions - at this point, you are indeed more noble than those who are purely for profit. "

"But you are as arrogant as they are."

"You want ordinary people to live a life of low desire? What about yourselves?"

Looking at Yang Wei who was speechless, Wu Xuan lit a cigarette again and said:

"A life with low desires cannot solve our crisis. On the contrary, only by advancing with strong desires can we gather the strength of all people, so that this society will not collapse under a crisis, so that everyone can have hope. ."

"We are willing to choose hope, and you have no right to make decisions for anyone who has hope."

Yang Wei stared blankly at the angry Wu Xuan. After a long time, she looked away and silently picked up the shovel beside her.

At this moment, there was a crack in the logic of elitism in her heart. This crack is not deep, but maybe this is the beginning of the collapse.

What she didn't know was that, thousands of miles away, in the cell where she once stayed, after 40 hours of hard work, the spider in the corner had formed its web.