No Long-Term Planning, Just Reckless Decisions
Ling Yinong had no other options. Knowing Wang Yue was full of ideas, he hurriedly asked around about Wang Yue's whereabouts, hoping to get him to solve the problem.
He went to the front lines of the desert oasis project and was surprised to see green slowly spreading across the former desert. The grass had already grown twenty or thirty centimeters tall.
Ling Yinong was stunned. He could hardly believe his eyes, and hurried over to take a look. He hadn't paid attention to the desert oasis project for several months, and had no idea they'd made such dramatic progress. Tentatively, he pulled out a small trowel and dug into the grass at the edge of the desert. He found that its roots had already sunk more than a meter beneath the sandy soil.
Ling Yinong was utterly astonished. It was simply unbelievable. He asked his apprentice, Xiao Huang, what Wang Yue had done, and finally understood.
He couldn't help admiring Wang Yue's bold undertaking, and understood his determination. Ling Yinong wasn't a meteorologist, but he knew a little about the subject. Once plants began growing in the desert, the grass would wither and regrow year after year. After more than a decade, the sand on the surface would turn into soil.
Wang Yue had planted grass in the desert, but his real enemy was time. Ling Yinong didn't know if Wang Yue could somehow keep the nearby desert shrouded in this kind of heavy fog for over a decade. If he relied only on artificial rainmaking, the cost would be astronomical.
Still, this area was close to the Yellow River, so there was no need to worry about water. As long as they built pumping and irrigation works to bring water from the