Passing through the outskirts of Daqing Mountain, looking around, aside from a few fruit trees generating economic benefits, the once neat rows of coniferous forests are now sparse, with only a few immature trees left.
No wonder they say the environment is damaged. Without a decade, if one wants to harvest timber for building houses, they would have to venture into the deep mountains. Zhou Jiao glanced around, slightly squinting her eyes.
Old Captain is indeed a clever man! — The transplanted fruit tree saplings are spread all over the periphery. Is he preparing ahead, planning to use the fruit trees to form a safety belt?
About thirty people, led by National Day and his three cousins, quietly ascended the collapsed path leading to the halfway point of the mountain. Further ahead is what the team members call the "Wolf Zone."
