After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

Chapter 302 Desert Becomes Oasis

Zhang Ruanruan left the headquarters.

The willow tree has developed into a world tree, and from now on it will be the patron saint of this country.

After leaving the headquarters, Zhang Ruanruan did not go home immediately, but flew north on his sword.

She was going to meet an old friend and take something away.

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North-west region.

This is the least green place in Xia Country. Basins, deserts and Gobi occupy most of the area.

So whenever strong winds blow, sandstorms will form natural disasters and sweep across the city.

Zhang Ruanruan had been here in her previous life and had witnessed countless horrific scenes that seemed like doomsday.

The strong wind swept across the sky, carrying mud and sand, covering the sun. The sky at 12 noon was as dark as at night. Not to mention standing outside, even indoors, the air smelled of dust. After breathing for a few minutes, your nose and mouth would be covered with a thin layer of sand.

That feeling is so uncomfortable and so desperate.

This is the powerlessness humans feel when facing nature.

however.

Even in the face of such seemingly invincible natural disasters, some people still believe that their fate is in their own hands.

Desertification control workers!
……

Zhang Ruanruan flew to a small town on his sword.

She first walked into a convenience store and bought some wind and sand protection equipment that were commonly found here, and covered herself tightly.

Then he stopped a convoy of motorcycles on the side of the road.

This motorcyclist team included both men and women, each of them was covered tightly, and some even carried a shovel.

Seeing Zhang Ruanruan stopping them, they stopped.

"What's up?"

The leader asked Zhang Ruanruan.

"Are you volunteers going to plant trees?" Zhang Ruanruan asked, "Are there any spots left? Can you take me with you?"

The leader glanced at Zhang Ruanruan, then turned around and shouted to his teammates, "Is there any room left? Is there anyone willing to take care of this young lady?"

A female knight who was also wrapped up tightly raised her hand.

"Me, me, me, come here, little sister!"

Zhang Ruanruan got into the car smoothly.

Then a team of 14 motorcycles and 25 people headed towards the edge of the desert.

There are many such people in the Northwest.

Some students drive cars, some drive motorcycles, and some even ride bicycles.

Everyone has the same goal, to plant trees and improve the environment.

So everyone did not have any hostility towards Zhang Ruanruan, a stranger, who stopped the car, and naturally let her join in.

About an hour later, the convoy stopped outside a small shed.

"Uncle Lin, we are here."

The leader of the convoy shouted into the house.

Soon, a middle-aged man with sparse hair and less than 1.7 meters tall came out of the house.

He is less than fifty years old, but he looks very weathered because he has lived in a windy and sandy area for a long time.

He was dressed very casually, in a grey long shirt and trousers with holes in them. If you didn't know him, you would think he was an old beggar from somewhere.

But everyone looked at him with respect.

So does Zhang Ruanruan.

Forest trees grow.

A desert control worker who deserves respect from everyone. He has lived in the desert with his father and grandfather since he was a teenager to control desertification.

Under his care, at least 10 trees were planted and saved.

These 10 trees have turned thousands of acres of desert into an oasis. Even if the raging sandstorm passes through 10 trees, its destructive power is only one tenth of what it could do.

According to statistics, there are fewer and fewer sandstorm disasters nowadays because there are more and more people like Lin Musheng.

It is the result of the efforts of generation after generation that has brought us to today’s results.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, but at least there is a glimmer of hope.

"Uncle Lin."

Zhang Ruanruan also shouted.

The reason she came here this time was actually to see Lin Musheng.

In her previous life, she left the famous city and traveled to many places. Finally, she came here and became a volunteer for sand control.

At that time, she followed Lin Musheng and planted saxaul trees one by one in the desert that had not yet been covered with green.

At the same time, Zhang Ruanruan also awakened her talent for listening to the sounds of plants here.

Then she used her abilities extensively to catalyze the plants, and was eventually noticed by the superpower group and then absorbed into the group.

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"There are quite a lot of people today."

Lin Musheng smiled at everyone.

Then he took everyone to plant trees in the desert.

In this place, there are two deserts. These two deserts are separate, but due to changes in the environment, the two deserts are constantly expanding around them, and there is a tendency for them to merge into one.

If the two deserts merge into one, the cities between them will be swallowed up. Not only will the places where people can live be reduced, but the sandstorms formed by a super-large desert will also continue to destroy the surrounding cities. Eventually, the desert will become larger and larger...

And the desert control workers are the heroes who prevent this from happening!

Now, the expansion of the two deserts has been stopped. One artificial oasis after another blocks the two deserts, leaving them with no chance of ever meeting.

Zhang Ruanruan followed behind everyone and re-experienced the feeling of planting trees.

On the way back, Zhang Ruanruan shook hands with Lin Musheng and injected a stream of spiritual power into his body to strengthen his body and prolong his life.

Then, I said goodbye to this old man with whom I had lived for several years.

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night.

Zhang Ruanruan was flying in the sky with his sword.

Looking down, you can see two distinct artificial landforms, one yellow and the other green, on the vast desert.

These greens were all planted manually, one shovel at a time.

Many young people often say that our ancestors were good at choosing places so that we could be born in such a good environment.

In fact, there is no such thing as a good environment carefully selected by our ancestors. It is all transformed by our ancestors, generation after generation.

You have to know that in the ancient Xia Kingdom, there were bitter and cold lands and places of exile everywhere.

The current state of things is all thanks to our ancestors who invested their youth and lives in creating it for future generations.

This is truly a case of planting trees for future generations to enjoy the shade.

Zhang Ruanruan flew low over the desert.

next moment.

A rare, widespread rainfall covered the entire northwest region.

The rain came quickly and went away quickly.

It's so common that no one takes it seriously.

But only Zhang Ruanruan knew that this was a spiritual rain created by her.

The desert will eventually become an oasis.