Please Summon Ancestor Martha!

Sing Sing never dreamed in his life that his feet, which had been tricked by Director Wang, would one day be stepping on fluffy slippers in the business class of a high-speed train.

"Brother Zhou, sit tight! Eat and drink well on the way!" Harry chuckled as he leaned against the window, speaking with a thick Henan accent.

His clear eyes revealed a pure and untainted innocence.

This incredible fortune has finally come to Old Zhou!

"Little Ha, with your level of ideological awareness, it would be a loss for the country if you didn't join the Party!"

Sing Sing squeezed out a tear and waved goodbye, thinking to himself that this foreign lad had really found a way out.

As soon as the train started moving, the emotion on Old Zhou's face disappeared.

He skillfully adjusted the seat, grabbed a bag of free snacks, and found the perfect angle to shoot from below.

"Click."

Send the photo to the group [[749 Bureau Loving Family]].

Caption: [Family members, who understands? Little Ha spontaneously offered gifts, and I couldn't refuse. This overwhelming wealth is just too much of a burden. Sigh, the life of a field worker is so tedious and boring.]

Three seconds later.

A notification popped up on the screen: [You have been removed from the group chat by the group owner "Deadly Scissor Legs (Director Wang)".]

Old Zhou chuckled, tossed his phone aside, turned over, and closed his eyes.

Envy.

This is blatant jealousy!

Old man, you've finally broken down?

I'm in a panic!

The stingy god of war is having a blast today! He'll have to drink at least eight cups of the free tea in business class to break even!

Not drinking even a sip is disrespectful to the ticket price!

Unfortunately, this pleasant experience was completely shattered the moment we arrived in the vast northwest of Yongliang.

A strong northwest wind, carrying yellow sand, gave Old Zhou a real rude awakening.

The main theme is a desolate desert with smoke rising straight up, where people eat dirt until they die.

After getting off the bus, we transferred to an open-top agricultural tricycle to go to the desertification control base.

This 360-degree panoramic sunroof convertible SUV bounced around on the bumpy dirt road so much that Sing Sing's internal organs shifted and his bones almost fell apart.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Old Zhou spat out sand from his mouth, his face filled with grief and indignation.

His white suit, which he had painstakingly cleaned, was now covered in a patina.

He was so covered in dirt he looked like a mud man, all he needed was a bronze sword.

"Even birds get dried out when they fly over this godforsaken place. Can Aunt Martha stand it?" Sing Sing wiped the dirt off his face, wondering to himself.

I hope that elderly woman in her sixties won't be blown away by the strong winds in this remote northwest region.

If he dies, Director Wang will probably tear me apart!

After an hour of trekking through the muddy terrain, Sing Sing finally arrived at the core site of the Northwest Desertification Control and Afforestation Project team.

Ahead stretched an endless expanse of yellow sand, with undulating dunes.

Dozens of people were lying in the sand, working under the scorching sun.

As soon as Sing Sing approached, before he could even take out his work ID, a man wearing a straw hat and tanned dark brown grabbed him.

"New guy here to lend a hand? Don't just stand there! Hurry up, we need help with plot three! Grab a shovel and get to the field!"

"No, fellow villager, I am..."

"What?! If we wait even half a day longer, all these seedlings will die of drought! Let's go!"

A wooden-handled shovel was shoved into Sing Sing's hands, and he was immediately pushed to the front line.

Standing on the sand dunes, the heat was intense.

Workers around were frantically digging holes and planting withered saxaul seedlings into them.

An elderly man next to me was covered in sweat, his hands moving non-stop.

"Young man, dig deeper! The surface is scorching hot; you need to dig down to the bottom and find moist soil for the plants to survive!"

Sing Sing gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves.

Okay, consider it a good workout!

What's a little physical labor?

As the shovel was driven into the ground, sand and soil flew everywhere.

The temperature is too high, and the groundwater level has dropped drastically.

The newly planted saplings of the edge-locking forest have curled leaves and yellowing stems; they look like they're about to die.

The leader of the desertification control team slapped his thigh, his eyes red-rimmed.

"It's all over! It hasn't rained for days, the water pumps are broken, and we can't pump any groundwater. All our hard work over the past six months has been for nothing!"

"This is the culmination of more than half a year's hard work!"

"Go and invite Ancestor Martha!" the old captain roared in a hoarse voice.

A short while later, a figure walked over from the camp.

Martha had a white towel wrapped around her head from Northern Shaanxi, a bamboo basket slung over her arm, and was humming a folk song from Texas.

"Oh, children, don't panic, don't panic at the door."

The Ancestor has arrived!

The old team leader went up to her, "Sister, the soil is too dry, the seedlings won't survive! You've gone to so much trouble."

"The sand there is very dry, and there are no wild boars underneath?" Martha put down her bamboo basket and walked forward, an invisible wave spreading from the soles of her feet.

This Texas auntie has really mastered the local dialect; she even has the essence of pronouncing "water" as "fei".

Land Resonance!

Centered on Martha, within a radius of ten, twenty, and fifty meters, the yellow sand visibly changed from a dull yellow to a dark brown.

Water vapor!

Moisture was forcibly drawn up from deep underground.

The once drooping, nearly dead seedlings of the pine forest straightened their roots and stems, and their leaves regained their green color under the nourishment of moisture.

Sing Sing stood not far away, secretly alarmed.

Didn't Martha say she could only control water vapor within a ten-meter radius?

Upon reaching Northwest China, the area suddenly expanded dramatically!

"It's alive! The seedling has survived!"

The workers cheered.

Martha waved her hand with a smile, "There are plenty of doors underground, they're just well hidden. Hopefully, the seedlings will survive now."

She turned her head and saw Sing Sing leaning on a shovel, her face lighting up with surprise, "Little Zhou? What brings you here?"

Two hours later.

In the project team's logistics shed, Old Zhou sat on a small stool, holding a follow-up visit record form in his hand.

Martha wiped her hands with a white towel draped over her shoulder and placed a plate of freshly baked pancakes in front of Sing Sing.

"Zhou, eat more! You've gotten so thin, it's heartbreaking to see you like that."

One bite of the old-fashioned baked flatbread, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

The aroma of wheat, mingled with the ruggedness unique to Northwest China and the rustic charm of a Texas farm, warmed Old Zhou's stomach directly.

Sing Sing looked at the sprightly old lady in front of him and fell silent.

Mutants have a strong learning ability, and their assimilation speed upon entering the project far exceeds Sing Sing's imagination.

He began to wonder if Lorna and Xiao Ruan couldn't distinguish between nasal sounds when they looked at each other.

"Did those burly men bully you?"

Martha smiled. "They're all good kids."

Yesterday, Little Li saw that I was coughing badly, so he ran more than ten miles to find me some licorice. In this place, it's hard to even grow a tree, but nobody treats me like a monster.

She turned her head and looked at the Oasis outside the shed that she had moistened, her eyes filled with peace.

"These poor children finally have a home."

This damn Northwest... the sandstorm is so strong, it's getting in my eyes.

Sing Sing lowered his head, took out a pen, and gave full marks to all three categories on the follow-up form: "Environmental adaptability," "group integration," and "mental health status."

In the notes section at the very bottom, he wrote a line.

This employee has fully adapted to the climate and cultural environment of Northwest China, not only saving a national-level desertification control project, but also mastering the unique technique of baking flatbread.

It is suggested that the National March 8th Li Hongqi selection be held at the end of the year, and that licorice tablets be included in the medical insurance for full reimbursement.