Chapter 598

Unconsciously, they have been on the plateau for more than half a month.

In the next week, Feng Lanchu will be responsible for popularizing science in nearby villages, while Wang Bingbing will start to cultivate forage grass.

His other favorite students flew over with Cui Ximing's team. Now Wang Bingbing's team has all arrived, and his second experimental site has been put on the shelves to settle down here.

Looking at Wang Bingbing who can't return to Huaixiang in a short time, Jiang Anzhi feels a little satisfied.

Well, it's killing two birds with one stone to help the villagers and seal a hidden enemy on the plateau.

Wang Bingbing didn't know what Jiang An thought in his heart, but he was still moved that he did not spare any effort to help himself.

After all, this time, Jiang'an invested countless human and material resources. Wang Bingbing thought that he would repay him with his achievements in the future and would not let him down!

Wang Bingbing is trying to cultivate forage here, but at the beginning of Fenglan, he is going to travel around the world.

Zhu zhengkui and Cai Jiao, who are the first disciples of fenglanchu, naturally act together.

The volunteer team brought by Cui Ximing is divided into several echelons.

Some of them stayed here to assist the soldiers, some of them went to the countryside with the people from the observation station, and Cui Ximing naturally followed Jiang Anzhi with his right-hand man.

It has to be said that Ganzi's scenery is very beautiful. Except for a few people who can't adapt to the plateau climate at first and have some slight adverse reactions, others are like fish in water here.

After all, next door is the famous tourist city, Daocheng. And here as a more hinterland and more original ecological place, the scenery must be no less than it.

As many people have to work during the day, they have to wait for everyone to come back in the evening before the mobilization meeting can be held.

So the day became a good opportunity for people to visit.

Feng Lanchu's team consisted of ten people, including the Jiang family, Zhu zhengkui, Cai Jiao, Cui Ximing and his three colleagues, as well as two guides from the Ganzi administration.

Every time they come to a village, the guide will first take them around the village to let them know the head of the village or the important people in the village, and then the people will spread out to visit.

This trip is an unexpected harvest for Jiang'an and fenglanchu.

Although one of them is keen on photography and the other is keen on the study of nature, there are few opportunities for them to go deep into the plateau villages and explore the original lifestyle. They are just like fish in water and free themselves here.

Jiang Anzhi's camera never left him. For him, as soon as he turned around and raised his eyes, there was scenery everywhere.

Fenglanchu's notebook has always been in her hands. She is very happy with the original scenery here. After all, most of the area still retains its original shape, unlike the mainland, which has been artificially changed.

The husband and wife enjoy each other's happiness and closely follow each other.

It's sour and envious of other singles to look at them.

At this time, night falls, the sunset in the sky is like colorful red yarn, draped over their heads.

Jiang'an and Feng Lanchu sit by the lake and watch the sunset together.

His slender hand holding the catkin at the beginning of wind and haze, two people quietly watching the sunset.

The setting sun sets off the blue lake like a pink girl. Jiang Anzhi looks at the reflection in the pink lake water and sees that her eyes are full of joy, her lips are dyed with glow, and her color is bright.

Jiang Anzhi slowly leans up, and her lips are attached to each other.

At the beginning of the wind, I didn't expect that Jiang'an would suddenly kiss myself.

But in this beautiful scenery, it's really easy to be fascinated.

Beautiful scenery, pink beauty, rare together.

The wind haze beginning also shallow ground responds to him.

Soft lips, like clouds in the sky, separate and merge with the wind.