He wants to be the field manager? Dream on!
What I don't want to do, you scum have no right to do either.
Wang Tianxiao had lunch at Cui Wanshan's house. It was stewed pigeon again. The pigeons in the mountains had absorbed all kinds of nutrients, and the meat was delicious. It was very enjoyable to eat.
After finishing his meal, he headed towards the forest farm's station.
The station is built on a platform halfway up the mountain, about the same distance from the top and bottom. Originally a hilly area, it was gradually transformed into a platform of more than ten acres, with a station consisting of dozens of buildings.
The last time he stepped onto this bluestone-paved mountain path was more than a decade ago. Now, walking on it again, he felt a mix of emotions.
The snow on both sides of the road has not yet melted, but the pines and cypresses on the mountain ridges have already shaken off the snow and become lush and green again, adding a touch of green to the bare mountains.
While both are pine and cypress trees, the pine and cypress trees in the mountains of Northwest China are darker in color, an almost bluish-black green. At first glance, one might mistake them for a patch of black.
The mountains here are mostly earthen hills, interspersed with some rocks. By late autumn, all the grass turns yellow and withered. Looking around, apart from a few scattered pines and cypresses adding a touch of green, the whole landscape is yellowish-brown.
I miss those days so much.
He gazed at the distant mountains and murmured to himself.
Lost in thought, I suddenly heard someone walking down from above. I turned around and chuckled to myself.
It was truly a coincidence that the man who arrived looked to be in his thirties, with small eyes, a flat nose, and a clean-shaven beard. Like Wang Tianxiao, he was wearing a work coat, leather pants, and a pair of rough cowhide boots.
It could be Liu Jun or someone else.
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