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Chapter 231 Mirage?
On the first day, five thousand people planted more than 500,000 saxaul trees.

They only worked for three hours before calling it a day!
The wages are payable, fifty taels of silver!

The average income of tree planters is ten coins.

Before it even got dark, the coins were already in my pocket.

They were all incredibly happy!

After all, the older ones are quite old, and the younger ones are only five or six years old.

Before the war, which family could have a child that young earn money for their family?

Gan Minglan's work only began after these people left.

The roots of these planted saxaul trees, which had been suppressed, were finally freed and, with the help of supernatural abilities, quickly burrowed into the deep water layer of the sand.

Two meters, three meters, five meters, ten meters
After passing through the shallow water layer, we finally drank groundwater in the deep water layer.

The saxaul tree, having long been blessed with sweet dew, drank its fill in one gulp.

The tender branches on the tree quietly unfurled in the night.

Things are different now. Everything is different.

If there are no natural disasters, these saxaul trees that have taken root can survive for hundreds of years!

That same evening, the number of people who signed up to plant trees with the young children in the refugee camp increased from five thousand to six thousand.

On the third day, eight thousand people planted nine hundred thousand plants!

Day four.
On the fifth day, there were 10,000 people and 1.8 million plants.

The ranch owner hasn't stopped yet; it's said that after the northwest windbreak is planted, they'll plant another one around the ranch.

They can probably plant for another half a month!
Who is this ranch owner who is so unfortunate, throwing away nearly two hundred taels of silver every day?

Gan Mingshou's heart ached so much he was sobbing, and he asked his nemesis sister:

"It will cost three thousand taels of silver just to plant these saxaul trees! How many sheep and how many cows would we need to raise to break even?"

"Young man, don't be so short-sighted. All this money came from selling sheep! Now, in order to raise more sheep, you have to make the corresponding investment, right?"

Besides, how do you know there won't be a return on your investment in saxaul trees? In five or six years, a medicinal herb growing beneath the roots of these trees will be ready for harvest! At that time, the labor costs spent today will be recouped several times over with profits!

The money-grubbing siblings whispered amongst themselves about the promising future of Cistanche deserticola.

They even planned to hitch a ride on the Ni family's business and sell these precious medicinal herbs to Jiangnan.

Gan Mingshou is just a big fan of his sister.

His sister is right.

My sister said we should make money if we can.

But those who don't know the truth don't know.

All that is known is that the Zuo family's money is flowing out at a rate that is like water.

Even several clan elders came to courtyard number thirty-six to find out what was going on.

Luo is now free from all worries.

My daughter-in-law now goes out to work during the day and takes her eldest grandson and youngest granddaughter with her.

She was so bored that she could only occasionally go to Ganweixian to help her in-laws out.

Hearing the elders' doubts, she waved her hands repeatedly:
"Now my son and daughter-in-law are in charge. I, an old woman, don't understand what they do outside! Why should I worry about it?"

Elder Zuo: "..." You weren't like this before!

People are going to change.

Take, for example, the border troops at Chimukou.

Previously, everyone thought Captain Gan had lost his mind.

Who has ever planted trees in the desert?
If it were that easy to grow, why would those Tatars move with the pastures every season? But it's been seven or eight days since they planted, and the first patch they planted seems to be greener than the last.

Could it be that the seedlings actually survived?

They lined up to go up to the observation deck, just to catch a glimpse of the man-made oasis in the desert.

In the vast desert.

Those clusters of green, like giant umbrellas, were so eye-catching.

Anyone who sees it will be delighted.

They kept talking about it:

"They survived! So many trees actually survived! Is it because trees with large canopies are easier to grow?"

"Ang felt that these saxaul trees could be called a forest. Did Captain Gan uproot all the saxaul trees in the entire desert?"

"My father-in-law said it's all thanks to the Gratitude Rat! The Gratitude Rat got all the rats in this desert to help with the work! If you were to have people dig up those tall saplings, they wouldn't be able to dig up more than a few in half a day! It's the rats that are so capable!"

"Listen to this! Even a rat that everyone hates can be of use! Captain Gan truly lives up to her reputation as a timely rain, a jade-faced demon who brings good fortune! I think if she's so good at planting trees, she could probably grow pasture too!"

"Oh dear, when those Tatars in the southern desert see such a vast expanse of lush green pasture, won't they be furious?"

"Ang will probably not only be angry, but he'll also drive all his horses to this pasture!"

"Wouldn't that be like handing a horse to Captain Gan's doorstep? With Captain Gan's abilities, he could take as many as come!"

"Speaking of which, ever since the cavalrymen got those ten thousand-plus Mongolian horses, they've been practically living off them, eating, drinking, and sleeping every day. They're all incredibly fond of them!"

"Hehehe, Captain Gan's pasture is so close to Angmen Chimu Pass, so when the time comes, Angmen can also go down and kill a few Tatars, and incidentally get a few top-quality Mongolian horses! The spoils obtained through our own abilities won't be distributed to the cavalry battalion, right?"

"Oh my! You're quick-witted, kid! That's a really good idea! You all need to be careful and maintain a good relationship with Captain Gan! From now on, when her people enter or leave the ranch through the Angmen Pass, you must be courteous to them!"

"Chief, you all know!"

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The northwest windbreak belt is changing more and more every day.

It wasn't just the border troops who saw it from the watchtower.

Some tribes in southern Mongolia were also baffled by this sudden appearance of a forest.

The leader of the Ejina Torghut tribe, who had survived the extermination of his tribe by the Mongols in northern Mongolia, has now managed to raise a small tribe of less than a hundred people with his unique leadership charisma.

With his familiarity with the various pastures in southern Mongolia, the chieftain led the tribe's baters to capture a lot of prey such as gazelles to fill their stomachs.

Even without domesticated livestock, skilled archers could support their entire tribe by hunting on the grasslands.

One day during their daily hunt, the chief casually glanced towards the desert.

A thousand years at a glance!
The lush greenery made him feel like he was dreaming.

He muttered to himself, "Could it be a mirage? That desert was a barren wasteland just two weeks ago!"

Those with good eyesight followed the chief's example, placing their hands over their eyelids and staring intently for a while.

Then came the exclamation: "Chief, there are people! There are so many people in that forest!"

A forest that appeared overnight and many, many people.

Any one of them could make their little tribe tremble.

The leader waved his hand dismissively: "Enemy situation unclear, retreat, retreat!"

Although they ran very fast, they kept the unusual phenomena of this place in mind.

After that, he would watch from a distance every few days.

Every time I look at it, I'm amazed to find that the forest has grown bigger.

Not only did it grow into a forest in the northwest of the desert, but it also seems to be extending northward.
(End of this chapter)