I couldn't sleep well all night, and I was always thinking about the saplings in the ground, wondering how they were doing, so Agudam woke up before dawn.
The sound of wind and sand outside the house has become smaller, and it will probably stop completely in a short time.
Agudam picked up the kettle and poured some water to drink. There was a fishy earthy smell in the water. He looked at the cup. There was a thin layer of dust on the cup. It was the water he poured to drink just now. I forgot to wipe the cup first.
Although the house seemed to have blocked the wind and sand outside, fine dust still penetrated through those imperceptible gaps and filled the whole house.
Therefore, living here, you have to deal with dust every day, and you have to wipe everything in the house every few days. No matter how you clean it, you can't clean it.
Some people will suffer from respiratory diseases or even lung cancer because of this, so those who can move out have moved away early, and they don't want to stay in this kind of place any longer.
Only people like Agudam, or people who want to beg for food in the desert, such as Nairentai, will stay in the village.
Agudamu smashed his mouth, raised the cup and drank all the water in it in one go, there was nothing left.
Although there is soil in the water, what does it matter, anyway, people can't die if they drink it.
Water is the most precious thing here and cannot be wasted.
After drinking the water, although the sandstorm outside the house hadn't subsided completely, Agudam couldn't bear it any longer. He put on his clothes, carried the guy he was working on, and carried a basket on his back, then opened the door and walked quickly. Go out and walk to your own field.
The dust is still spreading, but compared to yesterday, it is nothing.
In Agudam's impression, today's situation is almost every two or three days. If he doesn't go out because of this level of dust, then there will be no time to go out this year. .
Along the way, Aguda was always worried.
After such a big sandstorm, some trees near the village were blown upside down. One can imagine the situation of the newly planted saplings in his field.
The only thing he hopes now is that the saplings in the ground can survive a little bit, and they won't be uprooted by the wind and sand like in the past.
After walking for more than an hour, I finally came to my contracted field.
Aguda's contracted land is not close to the village. If he just walks on his legs, he will spend two and a half hours on the road every day.
However, Kurbanjiang and Ilya have already said that Muya Forestry has ordered a small tractor for Agudam and is sending it over. It is a loan from the company to Agudam for free use.
Although Agudam still couldn't figure out why the Muya Forestry funded him to plant trees in this way, after getting in touch with Kurbanjiang and Ilya, he somewhat trusted Muya Forestry and felt that The people in this company are not liars.
Maybe someone has other people's considerations. Anyway, he can just plant trees, so what if he suffers a little loss
What's more, he didn't suffer at all, and he still got a salary every month, which was real money.
Walking into my contracted land, the wind and sand became smaller, and the light from outside could penetrate more, making the surrounding scene clearer.
Agudam was surprised to see that the saplings planted in the ground were intact and standing upright on the sand, which made him feel like his eyes were hallucinating.
I couldn't help rubbing my eyes, and then looked at—
"It's actually true!"
Agudam grinned, first he laughed, then laughed loudly, and finally danced and danced like a lunatic who couldn't stop.
At this time, I was glad that there was no one on the surrounding sand, otherwise, if someone saw the state of Agudam, who had always been suffering and hated deeply, they might immediately call someone to send him to a mental hospital.
After laughing for a long time, Agudam finally got tired of laughing. He sat down on the ground, panting heavily.
"How could this be? How could it be?"
Agudam saw that these Haloxylon seedlings had nothing to do after such a severe sandstorm, and the more he calmed down, the more he thought about it, the more he was surprised.
You must know that Haloxylon is different from Salix salix. Compared with the two, Haloxylon is basically completely crushed. It has a longer lifespan, stronger drought tolerance, stronger reproduction, stronger cold resistance of plants, and basically all attributes are the same. Stronger than Salix.
It’s just that at the beginning of planting, the long branches of Salix salix can be directly inserted into the ground by irrigation and flushing, reaching a depth of nearly one meter, so as to ensure that wind and sand cannot pull it up.
Moreover, even if it is buried by wind and sand, it will not die. As long as there is water, it can grow again. Therefore, there is a saying of "five immortals": it cannot die from drought, it cannot die from gnawing, it cannot be cut down, it cannot be drowned and it cannot be buried.
Haloxylon is superior in rooting and germination. As long as the seeds see water, they can take root and germinate in two to three hours. However, it is difficult to hold back in the early stage of planting, and it is easy to be blown up by wind and sand, or buried in the ground. .
Originally, Agudam didn't make grass grids in his own field. When the sandstorm came this time, he thought that the Haloxylon seedlings he had planted would suffer disaster in all likelihood, but he didn't expect the result to be like this. His Haloxylon The seedlings are all alive and well, and there is nothing wrong with them.
"That's what they said, this seedling is very good, as long as you do what they say, you can survive."
Agudam recalled what Chen Mu had said to Kurbanjiang and Ilya. Although he had listened to the words before, he had always disapproved in his heart, but at this moment he finally accepted it. The seedlings are indeed different from ordinary ones, no wonder they have to send someone over to teach them how to grow them.
"I'll make a phone call later to thank you..."
Agudam approached his Haloxylon seedlings and checked them one by one, thinking while looking at him.
Looking at these seedlings, he suddenly thought of the Cistanche planted underneath, and recalling what Kurbanjiang and Ilya had said, these Cistanche should be born in a year, which made him feel eager in his heart: "If this is true...then Muya Forestry may really be able to restore our village to its original state..."
As long as the saplings can withstand the wind and sand and won't die easily, they can change the appearance of the desert bit by bit.
Agudam doesn't mind using his own efforts to slowly change the place back to its original appearance. Compared with it, he is more afraid that his efforts will be in vain, which will make people extremely desperate.
Simply, everything is full of hope now.