The passenger ship finally arrived at the pier, and everyone finally set foot on this magical continent.

"Hello Commander Wu!"

The guards who came up saluted Xiaowu.

Everyone turned their surprise eyes to Xiao Wu: I've been in charge of the commander, no wonder I'm thinking about this place?

After Xiao Wu returned the gift, he explained with a smile: "It's normal, it's okay here, no one cares about it."

"Mr. Liu!" The people from the guard team quickly recognized Liu Qingshan and immediately saluted with excitement.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "Thank you all for your hard work, comrades."

"Serve the people!" These veterans answered in a uniform voice.

This is true, it really serves the African people.

Several off-road jeeps drove over from a distance, and then the old squad leader and Zhang Long got out of the car and ran towards Liu Qingshan quickly.

Both of them were wearing camouflage uniforms and no longer cared about trade affairs. They were responsible for the security guards here.

As the stalls here become larger and larger, the investment is increasing, so it is absolutely impossible to do without an armed force.

"Brother Dalong, old squad leader!"

Liu Qingshan hugged the two of them enthusiastically, then looked at them, and except for the tanning spots, he became more energetic.

What these veterans like to do the most is of course still the old profession.

"Qingshan, I've heard that you are coming for a long time, why did you arrive?" Zhang Long put a prosthetic limb on his broken arm, at least not so obvious from the outside.

However, you should install an iron hook here and then you can become the pirate leader directly.

"It's so popular. I've performed a few more shows. Come on, I'll introduce you to you." Liu Qingshan briefly introduced the employees under the big tree and its singers.

The old squad leader also had a happy face: "I'm bored here, I listen to your tape every day. Now I can hold a live concert for my brothers."

"No problem!" The little stool went up to make a promise, and then pestered the old squad leader and wanted to touch the real gun.

As a result, she took the pistol handed over by the old squad leader, and her arm sank and almost dropped the gun to the ground. It was so heavy.

"Let's go back to our station first. Qingshan, you haven't been here for several years, but it's a big change." Zhang Long asked everyone to get in the car.

There were a lot of people and I couldn't get on a few jeeps, but the dock sent two more big trucks, and everyone stopped in the bus. Anyway, it wasn't cold here, so I was having a ride.

The dock is not small. Apart from some loading and unloading equipment, the most are rows of warehouses.

When the convoy left the dock, the scenery in front immediately changed. Looking around, it was full of Gobi Desert.

On the Gobi Desert, there is an occasional lonely tree.

Even those places with shrubs are very sparse.

"Wow, so desolate?" Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

However, even in such a desolate place, there is life. Not far away, you can see a group of camels leisurely grazing next door.

Although the environment here is a bit harsh for people, it is acceptable for camels.

The convoy raised sand and dust and walked forward. Gradually, the surrounding scenery changed again.

Green, piece of green, finally appeared in people's sight.

After just experiencing the desert, the green is so intimate.

"It seems like corn is planted?"

The convoy entered the green ocean, with fields more than ten meters away from the road, and the speed was relatively slow, so someone quickly recognized it.

It is indeed corn. This crop has strong vitality and can still grow even on barren land.

And judging from the growth, it is still very prosperous.

After all, it is a land that has never been reclaimed before. The soil fertility is good, and as long as there is water to irrigate, the yield is not low at all.

Crops here are all artificial irrigation, so every few miles you walk, you can see a well connected to plastic white dragons as thick as arms, continuously transporting water out.

In addition to corn, there is also a crop that is much shorter than corn.

Some singers who grew up in the city don’t know each other, but Liu Qingshan is familiar with them. Isn’t this the potato?

A crop like potato is more suitable for growing on sandy land. It is just right here and the yield is really not low.

If you have food and vegetables, at least you can guarantee that you will not starve to death.

According to the old squad leader, three crops can be planted here, but in order to raise the land, everyone only planted two crops and rested for two months.

The feces of cattle, sheep and camels here are good things to make fertilizer.

Because the dealer is a bit taller, the shoveling and other things have been completed, and there are no large machinery in the ground.

I just occasionally saw a few people pulling weeds in the field, and farmers called this grass.

This is very necessary because if weeds are called seeds, then when the next crops are planted, the fields will be more deserted.

The weeds you pull out cannot be wasted. Livestock such as cattle, sheep, and camels cannot eat these tender weeds at all.

Liu Qingshan also had to sigh: We Chinese are definitely the most diligent and most affectionate people in the world. As long as there are Chinese people, we will definitely be able to reclaim arable land.

Everyone was looking at the new things, and when they heard a bang, gunshots sounded again not far away.

"The enemy is coming again, is it really dangerous here?" The little stool shrank his neck in fear.

The old squad leader waved his hand quickly: "This is the sound of foreign cannons, not war, but people guarding the farmland, and fire guns to scare wild animals."

These farmlands are simply paradise in the eyes of herbivores, so they often come to steal their mouths.

Liu Qingshan also laughed: "I didn't expect that I had to look at Qing here."

Gradually, everyone also discovered that there were still some people guarding the farmland.

Most of them are local natives, holding big whips in their hands, and some carry guns.

In the old squad leader's statement: the locals do not know how to farm at all, so they can only do some farm work that suits them.

The further you go, the less wasteland you have, the more cultivated land you have reclaimed, and even a few rows of small trees are planted every few hundred meters between the farmland.

When you grow up, you will be a great windbreaker.

This is also the most admired by the local indigenous people: from this we can see that people come here not to cause destruction, but to do construction sincerely.

After so many years of chaos here, they have seen too many people who come here to make a fortune and run away.

After walking dozens of miles, the convoy finally saw a tall building, cylindrical, with steaming white steam on it.

This is not unfamiliar to everyone, it is the boiler of the power plant.

Liu Qingshan was also a little shocked: "Has the power plants been built?"

Xiao Wu nodded proudly: "This is the No. 1 Power Plant, and the No. 2 Power Plant is almost completed, but it is on the Evera tribe."

Liland has rich coal resources, so all the thermal power plants are built.

With water and electricity, basic life will be guaranteed, and industrial and agricultural production can also be carried out in an orderly manner.

When they saw the power plant, everyone noticed that there were cement electric poles on the side of the road where they came, with wires on them, leading to the port.

The power plant is located on the edge of the settlement. Walking further inside, you can see rows of buildings.

The road surface is no longer a sandy road, but a wide and flat cement road.

There is no shortage of cement here, such as the Port of Berbera in the west, where there is a cement export.

There are not too tall buildings, most of them are two-story buildings, so there is no need to consider keeping warm here, so it is very cost-effective for building materials.

Most of the houses are painted white, which is also the custom of the locals and is related to their beliefs.

The singers under the big tree don’t think anything. This place is similar to the county town or big town in China.

But in Liu Qingshan's eyes, that was very different because he clearly remembered that when he came last time, there was no decent house here, and these were newly built.

Even Chief Adu's residence at that time was full of dilapidated small mud houses, which were not as grand as it is now.

With joy, Liu Qingshan simply got off the car and walked, and the others naturally came down to follow him, looking around curiously.

On the side of the road, you can see some little black kids with bare butts running around, all of them like little black loaches.

"Why don't they wear clothes? Can't they afford it?" A Mao asked the old squad leader next to him curiously.

"These guys are used to it." The old squad leader shook his head helplessly. Some habits are not easily changed.

Everyone gradually discovered that although the little black kids were not wearing clothes or just wore small vests, they all wore shoes on their feet.

This is also very different from before. When Liu Qingshan visited Chief Adu's tribe as a guest, those little guys were barefoot.

You can also see some women wearing headscarves wearing loose and bright dresses. When you see these people, you can avoid them from afar.

"Aren't we welcome?" Xiao Stool was a little curious.

Zhang Long explained to him that this was the national habit of the locals, and everyone understood it now.

On the contrary, some local men I met along the way would come up to say hello very enthusiastically, and they were sticky and endlessly chatting.

Most of these men were wearing uniform work clothes, and Huanzi couldn't help but ask curiously: "Is there a factory here?"
To be continued...