I Have a Small Suggestion
"Feng Cheng, Brother Feng, don't you feel uncomfortable with your hair and beard?”
Donald looked at Feng Cheng's beggar-like appearance and asked curiously.
"I'm used to it. Oh right, you can call me Old Feng.”
"Don't try to persuade him. I remember that it was three years ago when we college students just went up the dam.
He was slovenly, like a savage.”
Qin Xuemei seemed to have thought of something funny. She covered her mouth and laughed before continuing.
"After that, we got him drunk once and helped him shave his hair and beard. We were even scolded by him.
Feng Cheng, actually, you can still look like a dog after you tidy yourself up. Why do you always make yourself look like a savage?”
"There's such a thing?" Yu Zhenglai asked.
"You were just transferred to Chengde at that time, so it's normal that you don't know.”
The relationship between Yu Zhenglai and Feng Cheng was basically that of an uncle and nephew.
He was usually very concerned about Feng Cheng.
"I say, Old Feng, the girls all say that you look quite good after you tidy up. You should pay more attention to your image. Who knows…you might have a wife at some point.”
Donald joked and lit a fire.
"I don't have such thoughts for the time being. To borrow the words of the Marquis Champion, if you don't have enough greenery, how can you call yourself a home?”
It wasn't that Feng Cheng didn't want to find a partner.
There was someone hiding in his heart now.
A person who would never be possible.
A…dead man.
Right now, he did not want to think about these things. He just wanted to plant trees.
Plant more trees, grow more forests, grow more forests.
"By the way, how many years have you been up here? Why is it that apart from the few trees around the site, I don't see a single tree anywhere else?”
Donald asked curiously.
"Regarding this, it depends on when it started. Actually, the earliest was in 1953.
That year, we sent people up to plant trees.
It's a pity that we're young for one year, yellow for two years, and meet the King of Hell in three years. We gave up in five or six years.
Later, in 1957, Feng Chen came to the dam alone. It was an old camp in the west.
However, not a single tree was planted in the past three years.
It wasn't until Qin Xuemei and the other college students went to the dam and used their professional knowledge that they managed to plant some trees. However, the survival rate was not high, only 3%.
Later on, he improved the techniques of seedling raising and planting. By last year, the survival rate had reached 9%.
That's why we're building this mechanized forest farm this year.
Large areas of trees were planted.
If the survival rate could reach 9%, or even higher, then it would not be far from restoring Saihanba to the scene of Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall more than 200 years ago.”
Yu Zhenglai's gaze was unfocused, but it seemed to see through time and see the green Saihanba in the future.
"What kind of tree did you plant? Why is the survival rate so low?"
Donald was indeed a little surprised by such a low survival rate.
9% was already considered a high survival rate.
However, looking at it from the other side, it was a waste of 91% of the saplings.
If it was in another industry, wasting 91% would definitely not allow you to continue working on this project.
The situation at Saihanba was slightly different because it was a hundred-year plan.
Indeed, he could disregard the losses.
As long as there were results, it was worth it no matter how big the investment was.
"We're all planting larch trees. The roots of larch trees are developed. It's not that there's no water here, but the water is buried deeper.
Also, the humus produced by the fallen leaves could also improve the soil.
The probability of larch trees becoming useful was relatively high, and it could also support the construction of other places.
Kill three birds with one stone."
Feng Cheng said.
"It sounds reasonable, but why do I feel that you guys seem to have forgotten the original intention of planting trees?”
"I didn't forget. How could I forget? The main purpose of planting trees here is to prevent wind and sand from blowing in from the north.
At the very least, they couldn't let the sand and dust reach the city.”
"That's right. The primary purpose of planting trees is to prevent wind and sand. First of all, we should increase the survival rate and plant them on a large scale.”
Donald agreed with Feng Cheng.
"That's what we did. We've already improved the fourth version of the seedling method to increase the survival rate.”
Qin Xuemei graduated from the seedling breeding department and was currently leading the seedling breeding team in the forest farm.
"I think you guys should have a certain mindset. Actually, why don't we spread our thoughts a little?
Why did he only choose Larch? Could it be that there were no other trees that were more suitable for this environment?”
"Lil Tang, your fitter skills are definitely top-notch. You're also very good at mechanical design. I guess you won't have to wait until September to get your engineer certificate.
"But there are specialties in every field. We have been planting trees here for more than ten years and have accumulated a lot of experience.
He had tried planting other trees before, such as broad-leaved trees in the Temperate Zone and evergreen conifer trees, but they were not suitable at all.
In the end, I chose this larch tree."
Yu Zhenglai seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Donald's words.
"Old Yu, I was just casually saying. I just wanted to give a suggestion. There's no need to be anxious.
Or are you not even listening to my opinions now?”
Donald joked.
"Alright, I'll let you say it. Let's see what you can say.”
Yu Zhenglai also felt that his reaction just now was a little too much.
"Maybe it's because the people involved are confused and the bystanders see clearly. Actually, I think you have another choice.
The climate here was a plateau desert. Further north, there was even a desert climate. This kind of climate was not ideal for planting tall trees.
Therefore, whether it was broad-leaved trees, conifer trees, or decidual conifer trees, they were all the same.
You've researched for so many years, but the highest survival rate of larch trees is no more than 10%.
In other words, you have wasted more than 90% of the saplings.
Although my words are not pleasant to hear, it's the truth.
Since the survival rate of planting trees was very low, why not plant shrubs?
Buckthorn, Haloxylon, Populus euphraticus. These large shrubs or small trees definitely have a much higher survival rate than large trees like yours.
These trees were originally living in dry conditions, and some of them were originally living in the desert.
Therefore, these trees were very suitable to be planted in deserts or deserts because their roots were more developed and they were also leafless.
It could also transform the soil environment and produce a large amount of humus.
When the soil environment is better, you can plant larches or pine trees.
Also, these small trees or large shrubs not only had the effect of preventing wind and fixing sand.
They were also cash crops.
The Buckthorn fruit of the Buckthorn tree could be made into juice or juice soda.
The area of Saihanba was so large, so the production of Buckthorn Fruits would definitely be quite high.
Maybe by then, your soda production will surpass the Arctic Ocean soda.
At that time, he wouldn't have to ask for money from the higher-ups for everything.
He could even hand over a profit.
You see, the first rule to prevent wind and sand has been achieved.
The second was to improve the soil environment and lay a solid foundation for planting large trees in the future.
The third option could also generate profits and be self-sufficient.
This was killing three birds with one stone.
Do you think what I said makes sense?”
Donald counted with his fingers.
"Why do I feel that what Lil Tang said makes sense?”
Yu Zhenglai was dumbfounded. He had never thought in this direction.
"This method is very valuable. Since it's summer now, we can quickly apply for a wave of saplings from the higher-ups. We can plant them at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.
If the survival rate could exceed 30%, it would be a completely feasible plan.”
Qu He touched the stubble on his chin and slowly analyzed.
Feng Cheng's eyes were shining like a wolf that had been hungry for ten days to half a month.
"Definitely. It seems that we were too stubborn in the past and have been wasting our time on trees. Little Tang is right. Shrubs are more suitable for the natural environment of our Saihanba.”
"I'm just saying. As for whether it works or not, it depends on you.
"Of course, if you fail, don't come looking for me. I'm just giving you an opinion.
But if you succeed, send me a box of Buckthorn fruit juice.”
Donald smiled.
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