The next morning, Xiao Yan went to work, while Wang Yan drove over to Duojie's home.
At that moment, Duojie was helping his wife milk the cows.
"Want some milk? It's still hot." Seeing Wang Yan arrive, Duojie scooped out a bowl and handed it to him.
"I'll make some milk tea." Wang Yan did not drink the proper fresh milk.
He had come here many times before and was already familiar with the place. He got to work on his own, making milk tea with the fresh milk.
Before long, the two of them sat side by side, drinking milk tea.
The sky was blue, the clouds were white, the grass was green, and snowcapped mountains rose in the distance. The scenery was magnificent.
"What did you come to see me about?"
Wang Yan told him about Bai Ji, then said, "I was thinking—could we make a plan and find a patch of land for planting trees? Then we could bring in saplings and sell them to tourists, letting them plant the trees themselves. At the same time, we could make plaques with the planter's name, address, and phone number. If the tree survives, we can let them know. That would be a good thing too.
"On the other hand, one of Bolamula's main selling points is its ecology. It wouldn't look right if the county itself didn't plant trees. If the trees won't survive, then we'll find a solution. We can invite experts from the city or province to take a look and tell us what kinds of trees we should plant. Once there are shady green trees everywhere, it'll be more pleasant to look at—and it'll benefit future generations.
"And most importantly, we can buy the saplings and sell them to tourists at a markup. With so