Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

Chapter 162 The best arrangement

After hearing Ye Minglang's explanation, Xiao Lin didn't say anything, but the people behind him were unwilling to listen. "We are here to rescue people, not to risk our lives. The herders and their sheep are alive, but I'm afraid we will die here, right?"

In fact, Ye Minglang knew how difficult it was to adapt to the climate and living conditions when he first arrived in Xitian Mountain. He smiled and said, "Our Xitian Mountain Tunnel Project construction camp is right here. We have 700 to 800 people here, and they are all alive and well. How could you die?"

Besides, you are locals, so you should be able to adapt better than us."

"But this is too difficult. We really feel like we are all going to die here."

Ye Minglang laughed heartily, patted his shoulder, and looked in Gulinar's direction. "She's a woman. She's been busy with us these past few days, doing more work than us, but she's still full of energy. Don't you think you're not even as good as a woman?"

"Besides, how can you only save half of the people? How are you going to explain this to the higher-ups?"

Xiao Lin sighed, "Since we dared to go up the mountain, we must have done so with the intention of completing the mission. Don't worry, we won't desert. We were just confused by this damn heavy snow and are just complaining a few words."

Yes, it’s snowing again, and this road is about to be blocked by heavy snow again...

There seems to be no other way except to keep clearing the snow.

The government even dispatched snowplows, but they could only clear the section from the bottom of the mountain to the middle; the cars couldn't go up. This was exactly the section where construction vehicles had been unable to reach when they first arrived in the Western Tianshan Mountains. Later, when Lu Haoyang built a road, construction vehicles could reach it, but it still put a strain on other vehicles with low chassis.

But the existence of snow blowers is a good thing after all. It can reduce the workers' workload by half. I asked how to melt the snow, and the snow blower said, "Sprinkle salt."

Although there was no other stuff, there was still salt. All the salt from the canteen was borrowed and sprinkled on the road... but it actually didn't work at all... Not only did it not work, it made the ice and snow clump together, making it even less slippery.

Finally, the snow clearer said, "Maybe the Western Tianshan Mountains are too cold, with no sunshine at all, so there's no use for this salt..."

Ye Minglang still organized workers to clear the snow, because medical staff had to go down the mountain, sick herders had to go down the mountain, and supplies had to be transported up the mountain. Also, the people in the hospital had not returned yet, so this road must not be blocked by heavy snow again.

But after a few days of this, the workers were exhausted and complained bitterly. Some of them almost wanted to quit.

The snow keeps falling day by day, when will it stop?

The project progress is zero at this time.

Ye Minglang hadn't contacted Ling Fengxi for several days. He didn't dare to report the progress or anything, and Ling Fengxi didn't call Ye Minglang either. One reason was that Ling Fengxi was really tired this time and had been drowsy for several days. Another reason was that he could talk directly to the rescue personnel and medical staff, and there were some things that Ye Minglang didn't need to report everything.

Ye Minglang began to make arrangements for camping at the herders' homes, allocating the necessary supplies and personnel, and planning medications. Gulinar stayed by his side, helping him along, her eyes filled with growing admiration. The two of them worked until sunset, when Ye Minglang finally breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze finally settling on Gulinar.

Gulnar smiled brightly, took out a piece of hot naan from her arms, and said, "There is meat in it, eat it quickly."

Ye Minglang took a bite and found it very delicious. He then fed Gulinar a bite as well. "Where did it come from? Is Nurlan here?"

"No, it was given to me by the herders. They know we are busy saving their lives and their sheep, so some of them are very grateful to us. They baked this meat naan. Now it has been distributed to the canteen, so I took it from the canteen."

Ye Minglang took two bites and suddenly asked, "Could it be made from the meat of a sick sheep?"

This question made Gulnar's face change, and then the two of them ran like crazy to the cafeteria. The cafeteria's workload had been really heavy recently. Besides cooking for the workers in the camp, they also had to take care of the meals for the sick, the herders who came and went, and the government rescue team and medical staff.

Therefore, this big pot of rice was eaten by a large number of people. The whole house was already full and everyone was eating seriously.

Ye Minglang walked through the hall and went to the kitchen. He asked, "Have all the naan been distributed?"

"Yeah, they've all been distributed." The chef looked depressed.

Ye Minglang asked Gulinar again, "Who delivered it today?"

Gulnar pointed to a table not far away, "They!"

Ye Minglang took a look and saw that they were the families of Hanati's brothers. They were familiar faces, and they were also eating meat naan and drinking milk tea with big mouthfuls. Ye Minglang's heart was suddenly relieved. "Don't worry, their husbands are in the county hospital right now. They know the consequences of eating sick sheep very well and they won't do anything rash. Besides, they are eating it themselves."

At this moment, those people actually noticed that Ye Minglang was staring at them. One of them stood up and walked over, smiling and said to Ye Minglang, "Don't worry, the sheep we killed this time are all very good. We usually don't want to kill them ourselves, but we killed them this time just to thank you. Don't worry about eating them."

His honest gaze and warm smile made Ye Minglang blame himself. He felt that he was being too cautious. He happily took a big bite and said, "I've never worried about it."

In fact, the sheep this time were really very good big sheep. The herdsmen were usually reluctant to kill them for food, but they killed the sheep, made meat naan, and sent them to the people in the camp to eat.

"You Han people are really good! You helped us a lot. Our family members are alive and well in the hospital and have told us they are safe. If it weren't for you, they would all be dead. We have to thank you very much this time..."

Their conversation was overheard by the others nearby, and for some reason, a sense of pride welled up within them. Although things had been hectic lately, everyone was busy and exhausted, and sometimes the cold was despairing, the vast expanse of snow seemed to have obliterated all dreams and warmth.

But at this moment, everyone's heart was ablaze with fire. Someone said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. This Western Tianshan Mountain has made us great, and it has given us the opportunity to save lives."

"Who says it's not true? I've lived this long, but only now do I understand what it means to be united and what it means to strive for survival. It turns out that survival is really not easy."

"I used to complain about being tired and miserable, but now I feel that life was so comfortable back then. But back then, I was still naive and felt that life was hard and meaningless..."

……

Actually, that’s not the case.

Ye Minglang thought to himself that the past days were also meaningful, every day was meaningful, and everyone who gathered here was here because of some action or opportunity in the past.

Just like him, if he had not come to Western Tianshan at that time, he would not have met Gulinar... Although it is very difficult at the moment, he believes that all this is the best arrangement.