I Just Want My People Fed, My Children To Taste Sweetness, And No War. How Do I Achieve This?!

The blue square flag snapped in the wind over the Gobi. At its center, a ring of white characters on red surrounded the bright red national emblem, looking down upon the busy people below.

On the very day the Special Affairs Bureau sent word, the county's forensic examiner rushed over and quickly confirmed that there were indeed human remains below.

On the third day, a team of experts hurried in from the plains, planted their flag, laid out their tools, and threw themselves wholeheartedly into the work.

Shen Le, meanwhile, had nothing to do. Aside from walking around the area and pointing out places where he said, "I think there should be remains here," he sat beside them hugging his wooden box, meditating with his eyes closed.

The scene of work ahead looked much like the archaeological dig Professor Yu and the others had set up beside the Khotan beacon tower.

They had marked out the search area, used ropes to lay out excavation squares, then carefully opened them up bit by bit with small shovels and brushes.

In fact, the expert team that had rushed over in such haste was indeed led by an archaeology professor.

The only difference was that Professor Yu's team focused on archaeology of ruins in the northwest, while this team specialized in anthropological archaeology.

Having traveled from the plains to the plateau, they had no time to rest before immediately beginning work. Everyone looked pale, yet not one of them simply lay down and said they needed to acclimatize before getting started.

Shen Le watched with respect in his heart, but he also knew it was not his place to speak. Even if he tried to persuade them, these teachers would not listen.

So he merely took out a box of spirit fruits that