I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

After working on the sand dunes for a day, the six teachers and students walked slowly home.

As he walked, Agudam started to tell Kurbanjan and Ilya about the past events of this land.

"From here to there, there used to be grass, and there are a few puddles, alas, it's gone now..."

"In the past few years, this wind and this sand have become more and more severe. When the wind and sand are strong, houses are torn down and livestock and poultry are buried alive. There is really no way..."

"Since three years ago, there were people in the village who couldn't help but leave. They really couldn't make it through..."

"I'm not leaving, I want to change this place back to what it used to be. Even if I can't do it in my life, I will let the children continue to do it..."

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It can be seen that Agudamu has a deep feeling for this land and the village. In his babbling words, some Kurbanjan and Ilya have heard it several times these days, but he still speaks very seriously. With.

A group of people walked into the village, and the village was full of deserted courtyards.

Some houses are left in ruins, some are buried by yellow sand, leaving only a little outline of the house.

It seems that it will not be long before this place will be completely transformed into the ruins of a village, just like other village ruins that can be seen everywhere in the Great Northwest.

"Agudam, back."

"Why come back so late today?"

"Tell us about the tree you planted. How did it go?"

Although there are fewer and fewer people in the village, there are only a few sporadic households left, but after all there are still people. When nothing is wrong, they will gather under the only surviving old Populus tree at the entrance of the village to chat.

Seeing the Agudamu family and Kurbanjang entering the village, someone greeted Agudamu from a distance.

Agudamu glanced at those people, nodded, and said nothing.

Kurbanjan and Ilya discovered when they first arrived that the relationship between the Agudamu family and these people in the village is not good. Even if they meet, they just nod their heads and never take the initiative to speak to these people.

For this, Kurbanjiang and Ilya asked Agudamu after their tea and dinner. Agudamu replied this way at the time: "They are all fools, they are not very ambitious. I said they want to plant trees here. Sha, change the village back to the way it used to be. Not only did they not help, they also laughed at me. I don't bother with such people."

"Agudamu, why is your kid's luck so good? There is a boss who is willing to pay for the land for you and pay you to plant trees. You don't want to introduce this kind of good thing to us, let the people in the village It's all soaked up."

Among the few people under the Populus euphratica tree, there was a man in his forties who was skinny and looked at Agudamu frivolously. He picked up the others to agree with him: "Yes, yes. Yeah, I don’t want to think about us if there are good things, it’s not right for you to do this.

Agudamu was booed by these people, so he couldn’t help but speak. After thinking about it, he said in a huff: "I am willing to plant trees honestly, so the boss is still willing to help me. If you have anyone willing, you can come first. I worked on the contracted field for a while, and when it’s almost done, I’ll talk to the boss again, how about?”

The thin man said with a smile, "Go and work in your field. Who is the tree planted? It's almost the same if your boss also pays us and helps us. It's not enough to work in vain."

Agudamu shook his head: "Nai Rentai, the boss wants to help people who are willing to plant trees. If you don't want to plant trees, don't you give you money for nothing?"

The skinny man continued to laugh: "If you plant a tree here, don’t you just plant it? Your boss might as well help us instead of throwing money into this sea of ​​sand. How could this be a waste of money? What?"

Agudam didn’t like to listen to what the other party said. His only belief in life is to plant trees to control sand. He wants to change this place back to the old green hills and waters: "You’re wrong, planting trees here will not be white. , The boss’s money will not be thrown into the sand for nothing."

The skinny man said with disdain: "You are stupid, just treat us as stupid? Do you think you can plant trees by yourself? Several nearby state-run forest farms have been barely maintained in recent years. The scope of Shahai has shrunk. You can see that the grass squares we made in the past two years are all ruined."

Although grass grids are a good way to control sand, one thing is that they are time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Moreover, after the grass squares are cut down, if the trees cannot be planted in time, the withered grass will sooner or later fall under the action of the wind and sand, so it will be re-attacked in a few years, which will increase the difficulty of sand control later.

Since the last time he failed to contract land to plant trees, Agudamu has been working in the state-owned forest farm, and of course he knows the situation in the state-owned forest farm.

Due to various reasons, the environment has become more and more severe. In recent years, planting trees in the vicinity has no effect on sand control. Not only has it not reduced the scope of the desert, but has also expanded it to a certain extent. Therefore, the state-owned forest farm hired people to lay the grass in the past few years. It is a fact that all the squares are abolished.

Aguda's wooden urn said angrily: "The difficulty is only temporary. I don't care about the state-owned forest farm. Anyway, I will continue to plant trees... Well, Nai Rentai, you are a scumbag, but you can't think of making others like you. Some things have to be done by someone."

Hearing this, the skinny man showed an unnatural anger on his face: "Agudamu, you said I'm a bogus, that's fine, I admit it, but I want to see how long you can hold on. Yes. An old saying goes well, saying that manpower cannot conquer the sky. If you don't even understand this, you are a fool."

Agudamu let out a cold snort, and said no more, carrying the shovel and walking to his courtyard.

Kurbanjan and Ilya followed, listening to the Agudam’s mother-in-law's explanation: "Our head He Nai Rentai grew up playing big Antar, and the two of them planted trees and contracted land together. It was said that we wanted to change this place back to its original appearance, but the land contracting failed later. Our owner and Nai Rentai both lost a lot of money and had to work together in the state-run forest farm... Our owner is a stubborn donkey and has to plant trees. Refusing to give up... Nai Rentai is different. While working, he started a wild product gathering business, specializing in finding oasis in the desert and digging for medicinal materials... Our master said that Nai Rentai's business like this will make the environment better. It has become worse, and has never been with him..."

To put it bluntly, Nai Rentai is doing something like a dirt rat.

Although it was making money, it was really destroying the environment and breaking the law. No wonder Agudamu looked down on this man, who wanted to restore the original environment.

"Our head fell out with the people in the village because of planting trees. Sometimes I really want to leave here, but if he doesn't listen to me, I can't help it. If you didn't come, maybe I would I'm going to take my children to work outside."

Kurbanjan and Ilya were deeply moved when listening to Mrs. Agudamu’s words. After thinking about it, Kurbanjiang comforted: "Sister Wurentuya, don’t worry, as long as you follow our contract. If you go to plant trees, at least you don’t have to worry about your salary for this year. When the small trees and Cistanche grow up, your life will be better."