Got it!
Northwest, Golden State.
In an old office at the National Western Ecological and Environmental Research Institute.
Several dark-skinned researchers gathered around a mobile phone with the word "Sold Out" written in gray font on the screen.
"Oh, I didn't get it again." An old professor sighed, took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes.
"I'm saying that compared to others, our unit's ability to break through the network is like a bicycle chasing an aircraft carrier."
"Yeah, we've been dealing with sand all our lives, how could we have that kind of hand speed?"
In the corner of the office, a middle-aged man in his forties sat silently. His name was Zhang Ming, and he was the youngest among the researchers.
His fingers were still in the clicking position, his eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone.
What was displayed on his mobile phone screen was not "Sold Out", but a successful payment interface.
"Lao Zhang, what are you daydreaming about?" A colleague next to him nudged him. "Stop looking. It's all over. Pack up and go home. You have to go take samples tomorrow."
Zhang Ming seemed not to hear. His throat rolled up and down, and he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
Just then, his phone dinged and a new message alert popped up at the top of the screen.
Sender: Delicious vegetable shop.
At that moment, Zhang Ming felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his head and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.
He stood up suddenly, and the chair fell backward with a loud noise.
Everyone in the office focused their attention on him.
Zhang Ming was seen holding the phone with trembling hands. His eyes instantly turned red and a line of hot tears rolled down and hit the screen.
"I...I..." He choked and his voice was hoarse, "I got it..."
You could hear a pin drop in the entire office.
Seconds later, earth-shaking cheers erupted.
"What?!"
"Lao Zhang! Say it again! You got it?!"
"Oh my god! Our research institute has a lucky guy!"
Colleagues swarmed over and surrounded Zhang Ming, looking at the private message on his phone, everyone's face was filled with ecstasy and disbelief.
Surrounded by the crowd, Zhang Ming took a deep breath and tried to calm his heartbeat. He carefully clicked on the private message.
[Hello, please send your identity information and wishes to the backstage in detail. ]
Very simple, even a little cold.
Zhang Ming didn't care. His mind was full of thoughts about what wish to make.
His wish...
Closing his eyes, his mind was filled with the vast Gobi Desert and the howling sandstorms.
For decades, generations of desertification control workers have been trying to find a way to lock away the yellow sand.
They used their youth, sweat and even their lives to change this barren land.
Zhang Ming opened his eyes, his eyes full of determination.
The old researchers around him didn't dare to disturb Zhang Ming and even breathed carefully.
"Old Zhang, have you made up your mind?" An old man couldn't help but speak in a hoarse voice.
"Don't rush, don't rush!" Another hurriedly stopped him, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, we can't make a single mistake."
Zhang Ming took a deep breath and tapped his fingertips on the keyboard.
[Wisher: Zhang Ming, engineer at the National Western Research Institute of Ecology and Environment.]
[Wish: I hope to establish a sustainable groundwater ecological circulation system in the Gulangsha area, a solid foundation capable of self-evolution. The rest is up to us.]
send.
Everyone held their breath and stared at the dialog box.
Zhong Ling looked at the private message that just popped up on her phone screen: "Groundwater ecological circulation system, we will handle the rest ourselves."
This group of people is quite interesting. They long for miracles, but they trust their own hands more.
Zhong Ling stood up, stretched, and disappeared from the spot.
…
Gulangsha District
The strong wind blew sand particles that stung my face. Zhang Ming and several young researchers were inspecting a newly planted grove of Haloxylon ammodendron trees.
The situation is not optimistic. More than half of the saplings have turned yellow and are half buried in quicksand.
A young researcher sat down on the sand, his face filled with frustration: "Engineer Zhang, this is not a solution.
The wind is too strong and the evaporation rate is too high. No matter how many wells we dig or how much water we pump, it can’t keep up with consumption.”
Zhang Ming squatted down and remained silent.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that a figure had appeared on the sand dune not far away.
It was a female figure, she just stood there quietly, seeming out of tune with everything around her.
"Hey! Girl! It's dangerous here, get out of here quickly!" Zhang Ming stood up and shouted subconsciously.
The girl did not leave, and her figure disappeared the next second. Zhang Ming thought he was dazzled, but when he blinked again, the girl appeared in front of him.
"Are you the people who are controlling the desertification here?" the girl asked. Her voice was very pleasant, like the clear spring in a mountain stream.
"Yes." Zhang Ming looked at her warily, "You are...?"
"I received your wishes."
"What?" Zhang Ming was stunned, his heart pounding. He looked at the girl in front of him. She...she was...
Zhong Ling did not explain any further. She just stretched out her right hand and gently clenched her five fingers towards the vast desert.
Due to the limitation of his cultivation level, Zhong Ling chose the Qiankun Water Vein Technique from his exercises. This technique can mobilize the heaven and earth and perform macro-control, thus making up for the deficiency of his cultivation level.
In an instant, the whole world was quiet.
Zhang Ming and several young people were stunned and stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
Then they felt a slight vibration in the ground beneath their feet.
Under their shocked gazes, Zhong Ling slowly raised her other hand, palm facing up.
A ball of water condensed in her palm, growing bigger and bigger, and then the ball turned into countless water droplets and merged into the desert.
The water drops seeped directly into the deep sand. With them as the center, the sand within a radius of a hundred miles began to darken in color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The air is no longer dry, but has a fresh and moist scent.
"This... this is..." A young researcher knelt on the ground, digging the sand frantically with his hands.
"Water! There is water underground!" He was so excited that he spoke incoherently and tears welled up in his eyes.
Zhang Ming was completely frozen when he saw that the Haloxylon ammodendron saplings that had originally turned yellow and withered were now green again.
"A solid foundation." Zhong Ling's voice echoed in their ears. "The underground water veins have been reshaped, connecting with the distant mountain water system, and can circulate itself. The rest is up to you."
After saying this, her figure began to fade.
"Zhong... God Zhong!" Zhang Ming finally reacted. He shouted with all his strength, and his knees softened, and he was about to kneel down.
A gentle force supported him.
“The road is made by people.”
Zhong Ling's figure completely disappeared, leaving only this sentence.
Zhang Ming slowly squatted down, picked up a handful of sand with his trembling hands, pressed it tightly against his face, and tears silently slid down his face.
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