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Chapter 1736 Changes
The excitement eventually faded, and the reporters who had come for the spectacle left.

They experienced local cuisine, witnessed some ethnic activities, and learned about the sins of the former nobles and the hardships of the serfs.

We also went to the Bolamula uninhabited area and saw the increasingly rare Tibetan antelopes, wary wolves, lone snow leopards, marmots standing guard, wild yaks snorting heat from their nostrils, and lively wild donkeys...

Of course, they also saw many animal skeletons among them, which had become broken bones all over the ground due to natural processes and were being gradually decomposed by nature. Wang Yan once again told them about the importance of protecting the ecology.

In the early stages of economic development, environmental damage is often the price to pay, leading to lax regulations and oversight, and even more so, lax governance by individuals. Only after development reaches a certain scale does attention begin to be paid to these issues.

As the saying goes, "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame." The same applies to a nation. Only when it develops and becomes wealthy can it consider environmental issues. This can be considered putting people first.

The reporters returned home with their findings, and it's foreseeable that Mazhi County and Bolamulla will be trending on social media for some time to come...

Shao Yunfei stayed as he wished, taking his camera everywhere every day to take pictures, interviewing members of the patrol team one by one, and also interviewing herdsmen in the vicinity.

Everyone was fairly friendly to him, except for Bai Ju, who disliked him intensely and whose disdain was written all over her face.

Others were happy to see them fooling around, treating it as a way to pass the time. Otherwise, it would be the same every day, with little new happening.

Wang Yan didn't stay long. After the reporters left, he led his team into Bolamula again to conduct geological exploration.

How do you feel about Bolamulla?

The team set up camp, and Wang Yan sat on a stool drinking milk tea, asking Zaxi next to him a question.

“There’s not much difference, except that it’s closer to the mountains and closer to the sky.” Little Tashi spoke words of great wisdom.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Did you think it wasn't as dangerous as your father used to say?"

The danger you perceive might come from criminals. Think about it, Bolamula is such a large area; finding people is very difficult. Although I've encountered poachers every time I patrol the mountains since I arrived, it still takes me ten days or so to find their tracks.

Last time we rescued your father and the others, we just happened to find tire tracks; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to find them at all.

Nature itself is dangerous enough. Look at our journey today; we've gotten stuck three times and endured freezing rain once. It's hard for one or two people to survive here. And if we get stuck… there are wild animals too—leopards, incredibly fast. Wolves, in packs…

We have three vehicles on this trip, plus a truck carrying fuel and supplies for backup; otherwise, we wouldn't be able to go very far. More people means more power.

Zaxi thought for a moment: "Are you trying to teach me a lesson?"

“Of course,” Wang Yan said. “Your parents trust me so much. I only mentioned that I would bring you along for the exploration, and they entrusted you to me without hesitation. I certainly can’t let you come here for nothing.”

I told you a lot on the way here today, most of which were things your father told me when I first went into the mountains with the patrol team.”

"He never talks to me that much..."

Wang Yan laughed: "Your father does want to talk to you, but he doesn't know what to say. He cares about your studies, but you find him annoying. He cares about your feelings, but you feel like he doesn't know anything. He's not home much, so how can he talk to you?"

Tashi thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "You're right. I could tell that Father wanted to speak many times, but he opened his mouth and then closed it again."

"That's called wanting to say something but holding back."

The knowledge entered his mind, and Zaxi didn't resist it. He asked, "Is going to university particularly good?"

"I heard you don't seem to like studying very much, so going to university might not be a good option for you."

Do we still need to study in university?

"That's why it's called a university. It's because the learning is bigger and more difficult. Even if you don't go to school, you still need to learn. Look at Bai Ji, he sells boxed lunches all day, but he still has to study how to cook better. That's learning."

"Then what should we learn to change Mazhi County, to change Bolamulla?"

"I can't give you the answer because everyone's path is different. There are many majors, but the important thing is how you choose. You need to study and think about it yourself before making a decision. Drink some milk tea and eat more meat. You need to be well-fed and hydrated to have the energy to study and think."

Zaxi and Wang Yan sat side by side, drinking milk tea and eating dry biscuits, looking up at the night sky where the stars were shining...

After another ten days or so of travel, Wang Yan finally brought Zaxi back to their post.

"You're back, Wang Yan. Did you find the mine?" Shao Yunfei was more eager than anyone else, hopping over excitedly.

"I'm leading a team on a large-scale exploration. Whether there's any mineral deposit will have to be determined by their own detailed investigation later." Wang Yan glanced at him and said, "What do you need?"

"No, I'm just wondering, if you want to protect Bolamula and talk about the ecological environment, why do you still go mineral prospecting?"

Wang Yan heard the barb in his words: "Who do you think is in charge of Mazhi County?"

"Secretary Chen, County Head Lin?"

“So you see, I’m just a worker down there.” Wang Yan waved his hand and continued walking inside. “Besides, County Chief Lin said before that he wanted to bring the raw materials out of the mountains and open a factory in the county for further processing. I have no objection to that. Even if we’re protecting the environment, we have to take care of people first. There are still places in the county that have been hit by disasters, and the people haven’t recovered yet. You should know about that, right?”

"Don't misunderstand, Wang Yan. I was just asking out of pure curiosity."

"It's okay. If you think I say one thing and do another, I can understand. Just don't misunderstand."

Shao Yunfei is a good person, but sometimes he can be quite reckless and impulsive, a bit blunt. Wang Yan is very approachable and doesn't care much about his way of expressing himself.

"Hey, college student, long time no see." Zha Cuo came out of the house, holding a bone in his hand, and greeted Wang Yan.

Wang Yan walked closer to take a look and saw that Zha Cuo had gained weight. He smiled and said, "Why aren't you resting at home? Isn't it good to have your Zhuoma by your side?"

“I’m a man, and a man must have something to do. He can’t just do nothing. I can’t go into the mountains, but I can keep an eye on things here. Anyway, Baiju will be going into the mountains eventually, so I’ll stay here for a few months, which will allow my injuries to heal.”

Wang Yan asked with a smile, "Where are Samba and the others?"

"They took the tourists who came here into the mountains," Shao Yunfei added from behind. "They said they would also do some routine patrols. I was interviewing outside and didn't catch up with them."

“Who asked you?” Zhacuo glared.

"Whether you ask me or not, it's the same thing." Shao Yunfei was somewhat intimidated. Zha Cuo looked quite fierce with his angry eyes, but he still stubbornly refused to give in.

Zha Cuo's disdain was written all over his face: "You're both from big cities, but the difference is too big. This reporter is nowhere near as good as you, a college student." "Alright, stop trying to provoke me," Wang Yan waved his hand. "I'm making beef noodles, do you two want some?"

"Eat!" they both replied in unison, then looked at each other.

Zha Cuo said, "I'll eat a big bowl!"

"Wang Yan's noodles are delicious, I'll eat two bowls!"

"I'll eat three bowls!"

“Four bowls!” Shao Yunfei glared back, meeting Zha Cuo’s gaze head-on.

"Are you trying to provoke me? If you keep this up, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your father!"

“We’ve only known each other for a few days, and you’re lecturing me every day. Let me tell you, since you’re a patient, I won’t stoop to your level.”

Zaxi tugged at Wang Yan's sleeve, watching as the two were about to fight, wondering if Wang Yan would try to break them up.

"Ignore them, they're just playing around."

Wang Yan carried the package into the house, tidied up briefly, and then started making beef noodles.

This seems to have become part of his routine when he goes into the mountains; he always makes sure to make beef noodles before coming out.

The trip into the mountains took too long, and the food wasn't very good. Afterwards, time was usually limited, and we wanted to eat as quickly as possible. So noodles became the most affordable and convenient option. They can be made in about an hour, and eating them is quick and satisfying. The large amount of carbohydrates, combined with hot yak meat, provides great satisfaction in a short time.

So an hour later, Wang Yan, Zaxi, Zhacuo, and Shao Yunfei started eating noodles together.

Dongzhiba wasn't there either, because it's very safe in the mountains now; he took him there for sightseeing. Otherwise, how could Dorje feel comfortable letting Wang Yan take Zhaxi into the mountains? It's because the mountains are safe, and Wang Yan is even safer—double insurance.

"Oh, right, Wang Yan, this is the reply you received when you submitted your article." Shao Yunfei remembered this while eating and got up to take the letter.

Wang Yan opened the letter and read it. Zha Cuo began to ramble on about the recent events.

"Wang Yan, your article is very well published. It seems to have made our county much more lively, with many outsiders coming to visit."

Wang Yan put the letter aside: "Yes, I didn't ask you earlier, how many outsiders did Samba and his group bring into the mountains this time?"

"Eleven of them came specifically for tourism. There were also those who wanted to form their own groups and go in, but they were all turned back. I don't know if anyone sneaked into the mountains. I heard that the county's guesthouses are full, and Baiji can't even sell all the boxed meals. Also, Tianduo City sent a lot of supplies to Dean Zhang..."

A considerable amount of time has passed since Wang Yan's article was published, and readers have already seen it.

Although our current economic development hasn't reached the level it will reach decades from now, most people are still the same. A significant portion of the population decades from now—the descendants of today's wealthy and leisurely people—will all be chasing the same trends.

Those who live far away are planning their trips. Those who live nearby are naturally starting to make time to travel to Mazhi County.

They were likely to be disappointed, as Mazhi County was just a remote and underdeveloped small county with little to see. However, they weren't disappointed either, because Wang Yan's article had gained recognition.

A hutong (alleyway), a section of city wall, a man-made tourist attraction, a bowl of noodles—as long as they possess value, people will naturally feel a sense of resonance. When they are in the same scene and eat the same thing, they will feel a sense of nostalgia.

Ancient poets wrote poems reminiscing about the past, while modern people post sentimental messages on social media. In essence, the behavior is the same. It's just that modern people lack culture, can't come up with good words, and can't write good articles. They just cobble together a few meaningless inspirational quotes, which makes them seem sentimental.

After listening to Zha Cuo's explanation, Wang Yan asked again, "So how much are these eleven people charged?"

“I know that. Dorje said we didn’t make any money. It was those outsiders who covered our expenses for this trip,” Shao Yunfei said enthusiastically. “I think we should charge more. There were more than ten of them, and our patrol team sent eight people. Even Dorje, the leader, went in person. How can we just charge the cost price? We should at least let the brothers make a profit.”

Wang Yan, you must have unique insights into this. I think we should specifically formulate a detailed fee schedule. This would give our patrol team another source of income, saving everyone from going months without receiving their salaries.

“You’re right, I’ll look into it over the next few days,” Wang Yan replied with a smile.

The four of them chatted and laughed as they ate, with Zha Cuo and Shao Yunfei bickering, creating a sense of peaceful tranquility.

The next day, Wang Yan drove Zaxi to the county to take a nice bath, and then drove to Director Zhang's house. The hospital was right across from Director Zhang's house, which was very convenient.

Bai Ji also set up a stall in front of her house: "Brother Yan, Zaxi, you're back. It's lunchtime already, have you eaten yet? Brother Yan, let me tell you, my boxed lunches have been upgraded! There are not only two-yuan ones, but also three-yuan ones. Come on, you two, have a taste."

Wang Yan and Zaxi squatted down and ate their boxed lunches.

Baiji is not quiet here. Many people come here to buy boxed lunches, and some people take pictures everywhere with their cameras. They even took pictures of Wang Yan and Zhaxi.

Because of the increased number of people, many people have also come to the streets to set up stalls to sell handicrafts, as well as local specialties such as yak jerky, cordyceps, and saffron.

The place is already quite lively; this poor, remote county is bursting with vitality.

Xiao Yan said from the side, "Recently, a lot of people have come, all wanting to see Dean Zhang, and many people have come specifically to see the tree in the yard... Mazhi County has never been so lively."

"That's good. Look, quite a few people have made money. Although they haven't made much, they've still made more than they should have."

"Yes, it's all thanks to you."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "The credit belongs to everyone; I am just one of them."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Xiao Yan patted Wang Yan affectionately. "You're not going back today, are you? Come to my house for dinner tonight. I'll tell my mom to cook something delicious."

"Row."

This was also part of Wang Yan's journey into the mountains. After returning, he would always go to the city to take a bath, and then go to Xiao Yan's house to eat and stay. In fact, now whenever he was in the county, he would stay at Xiao Yan's house.

Wang Yan also mentioned his marriage plans to the county government and wanted to be allocated a house; the county government is currently making arrangements.

After learning about the situation of the outsiders in the county and having a friendly tea party with them, Wang Yan returned to his village the next day.

Dorje and the others also came out, bringing back bad news...

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