I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 407: Some Things Will Eventually Pass

The inspection tour along the way truly enlightened the members of the neighboring province’s delegation; it was their first time here.

Reading newspapers, official documents, or even listening to leaders speak is nothing like witnessing it firsthand.

Some of them had never been here, others had visited three or five years ago, but looking at it now, it seemed they could hardly recall what it had looked like before.

No one expected that within a mere two years, such a dramatic transformation had occurred here, and all along the way, the demeanor and condition of the local commune members had greatly improved.

After all, as living, residing, and working environments got better and better, everyone’s hearts brimmed with hope.

Especially the neighboring province, though their natural environment was somewhat better than Xichuan’s, it was not by much, and the area bordering Xichuan also had a barren stretch of sand.

Part of this barren stretch formed naturally, but a large extent resulted from excessive development, deforestation, and overgrazing in previous years.

This was man-made.

Therefore, the severe sandstorms and dust storms forced these people to retreat.

Especially one commune nearby was already preparing to relocate collectively.

Currently, the relocation was underway, but it was incredibly challenging, and for the elders here, it meant leaving their ancestral homes – a departure nobody wanted, leading to various forms of resistance and dissatisfaction.

The work of the task force was exceedingly difficult, but with almost no arable land left, how were these people to live?

Nor did they understand the government’s pains; after all, moving them collectively was a massive undertaking, requiring a great deal of manpower, material resources, and financial investment. And the place they were relocating to didn’t have much arable land to begin with; their arrival would naturally consume some of the local resources.

But if the barren sand area could be turned into something like Xichuan’s, even without the ability to plant crops, wouldn’t the lush grass, alfalfa, and sea buckthorn be able to sustain the locals?

Without growing crops, they could graze livestock, just like the people of the grasslands, or even raise pigs, chickens, cattle, and sheep. That would be another way for them to make a living, and after improving the environment, who could say what it would look like in ten or twenty years?

Thinking of this, Secretary Xu’s heart burned with fervor. He turned to look at the team behind him; Chen Tianliang’s car hadn’t yet caught up. He sighed but understood that nobody would want to face such a situation; Chen needed time to process it all.

If it weren’t for Chen Tianliang’s complications with Mr. Qian, he would have been the best choice to run the office here because he had spent several years in the area as a youth and was familiar with both the environment and the people.

He expressed his regret to Old Li, who was in charge of agriculture, "I was planning to set up an office here, and if it weren’t for Tianliang’s issues with Mr. Qian, he would have been the best person for it."

Old Li nodded, "Setting up an office... Tianliang is indeed a good candidate."

Secretary Xu said, "When you get back, pick out a few dedicated people who are a professional fit and assign them to be in charge of the office here."

This office was meant to be a technical office, targeting Tenghai Agricultural Base, and now Secretary Xu had his sights set on Qiao Qingyu. Moreover, he had her contact information and was even prepared to continue discussions on seed issues.

If they wanted to develop, prevent wind erosion, and turn the desert into fertile farmland, they first needed the superior seeds from Tenghai Agricultural Base. It was only after building a solid foundation that they would gradually develop their own.

Therefore, the staff of this office had to be action-oriented, not the sort content with merely drinking tea, reading newspapers, and chatting. They had to be professionals, allowing experts to attend to their specialties without interference from outsiders.

It didn’t take long for Old Li to think of suitable candidates, and he nodded solemnly, "Don’t worry, Secretary Xu, I’ll pick the right people."

Secretary Xu looked back again and saw that the car Chen Tianliang was in had finally caught up, easing his mind a bit.

It’s good that he’s back. Some things will eventually pass.

At this moment, Chen Tianliang was sitting in the jeep. He had stopped for a while, and as people gathered at the roadside and even went into the fields before returning to their vehicles, these images seemed to flash before his eyes without leaving much of an impression.

His complexion was pale, his expression desolate. Before this, he might have nurtured a sliver of hope, but now sitting inside the jeep, he was utterly despondent.

Chen Tianliang thought, among all this, he was the most despicable.

He was the main culprit, the executioner. He had destroyed a girl as beautiful as a flower, the person he loved most.

He thought they had time; he thought many things could be addressed gradually.

But when he saw that letter and the photo, he didn’t even consider they could be fake, he didn’t think for a moment that his mother might be deceiving him, nor did he seek verification before choosing to believe entirely.

So, Mr. Qian was right – he was a beast, he deserved to die. That was what he owed Xinghua; had it not been for him, she would still be alive today.

He leaned back slowly, feeling completely drained of strength, as if his body no longer belonged to him.

His consciousness seemed to float away, everything around him gradually receding like the tide. He couldn’t see people anymore, nor did he realize the jeep had started moving, the scenery outside moving past. He was no longer aware of these things.

He felt darkness encroaching, and Chen Tianliang slowly closed his eyes.

Perhaps Xinghua was coming to take him away. If it was her, that would be truly wonderful.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye. He sat motionlessly in the back of the jeep, eyes closed, seemingly sunken into a deep sleep.

His colleague sitting beside him glanced sympathetically and refrained from waking him, understanding the enormous shock he had endured since morning. This was the day off Secretary Xu had given Tianliang.

So the colleague continued to sit quietly by his side.

The driver in front eagerly caught up with the convoy ahead. Their next destination was the largest area of sea buckthorn.

He Xiuyu’s car was second in line in the convoy.

Because the cadre from Xiaxi Commune led the way, they knew the route. These were folks used to hard work. It was now the afternoon, and having had their fill of dry food and cold boiled water from their canteens for lunch, the group continued their tour.

After thoroughly exploring the sea buckthorn tree area, the golden evening sun hung on the middle of Yellow Earth Slope, magnificent twilight clouds enveloping the sky above, with verdant greenery in the distance and strong, healthy crops nearby, it was hard for anyone to imagine that just three years ago, this place was barren sand uncrossed by a single blade of grass.