When the entire Taklamakan Desert is dressed in heavy green, the time has come to the end of April. In this inland basin in the northwest, the temperature has risen to more than ten degrees, and it is officially the season when everything recovers and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The makeshift camps have not been cancelled, but tens of thousands of workers have been paid handsomely, packing up and preparing to go home when needed.

After they left, Lin Feng planned to move the station further to the center of the desert, and then build a small town there to facilitate the management of the entire desert in the future.

It can't be called a desert anymore, it's about to turn into a forest.

The first planted peach tree has grown to more than 20 meters tall, thicker than a bucket, and the black trunk is full of vines, some of which have been entangled along the trunk and small branches, making the peach tree look like a big tree composed of green leaves, and the trunk is full of small flowers of various colors.

More than 30 young people from Linjia Village have already made up their minds not to leave.

Returning to his hometown is to raise some starry sky silkworms, although he can have an income of seven or eight thousand a month, but he does not need so much labor there at all, and it is enough to have old parents at home.

They will be the caretakers of the area, and will be responsible for taking care of the peach trees and picking the ripe fruits.

Now they have taken a few days off, some are planning and building houses in the central location, and the rest are leading the first batch of more than 2,000 young laborers to build ditches and roads with two shield machines.

Han Minghao sent 200 small trucks, which will be the main transportation force in the future, and every month Tie Tao will be delivered to the warehouse near the new station.

Lin Feng has been guarding the first batch of iron peach trees for the past few days, looking at the emerald green canopy every day, hoping to find even one iron peach fruit.

"My renovation project is over, aren't you going back?"

For Sima Lili to follow him every day, Lin Feng is very used to it. Although a wise woman is scary, it is indeed a joy to talk to a smart woman, who always grasps exactly what you want to say, hints and moods.

"I'll go back with you in two days. ”

Sima Lili has begun to change her dressing style under Lin Feng's hints several times, but I have to say that she really hasn't worked her understanding of fashion, with blue jeans on her lower body, a white T-shirt on her upper body, an ordinary jacket, and white sneakers.

Probably out of boredom, she tied her shoulder-length hair into a twisted braid, making her look more like a village girl, and she was in her seventies and eighties.

But this kind of dress and styling also sets off her figure more.

Lin Feng, who was always wearing a white coat before, didn't pay attention, but now it seems that she belongs to the slightly plump type, and the curves of each part can make any man unable to take his eyes off.

Coupled with the identity of a 22-year-old postdoctoral fellow, she is definitely a teenage killer, and Lin Feng admits that there are many times when he peeks at her back and side face.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

There is also a saying, spring is coming, and the creatures of the Taklamakan are in that season again.

"How do you know when I'm going back?" Lin Feng asked strangely.

"Didn't Political Commissar Li invite you to the Labor Day party? Or are you not going to attend?"

Lin Feng suddenly remembered that there was such a thing.

When he was a child, he watched the Spring Festival Gala, and he was always curious about who was sitting in the audience, and why they were so lucky to buy tickets?

Later, I learned that the Spring Festival Gala at that time did not buy tickets, and they were all invited celebrities, model workers, three red flag bearers, and revolutionary old-timers...... People who don't have a little bit of qualifications can't get in at all.

Although he has not watched the Spring Festival Gala for many years, he believes that no matter what the gala, he should retain this mode to some extent.

Han Minghao, Hu Yihai, and Fan Lei were invited to receive the invitation with him, but unlike Lin Feng, they accepted the award as model workers.

Han Minghao is the general manager of Linfeng Environmental Protection, and the construction of sewage treatment plants, garbage recycling plants, and seawater separation and purification plants has been vigorous for more than a year, which has had a huge impact on the whole country, and is well-deserved to be a model worker.

Not to mention Hu Yihai, the breeding of starry sky silkworms has now been extended to 60 percent of the country's rural and mountainous areas, so that the broad masses of people have benefited, and it is not an exaggeration to give the two model workers.

Of course, Fan Lei, a professional hole puncher, although ordinary people don't know much about it, people in the know are definitely full of praise for him. In order to ensure that the subway across the country is smooth on time, he has to fly to two cities almost every day, talk about plans, arrange work plans, work non-stop, day and night, and I heard that he has been thin like a monkey recently.

Even if the state doesn't give him a prize, Lin Feng will give him one.

Lin Feng asked, "Are you going too?"

"Did you invite me to go?" a faint smile tugged at the corner of Sima Lili's mouth, although she had been obsessed with research, she was not a dull person, "Everyone has a family quota. ”

"I haven't even decided whether to go or not," Lin Feng said as he looked at the green canopy in front of him, "The iron peach tree doesn't bear fruit, and I'm not in the mood." ”

"That is, if the iron peach tree bears fruit, you will go. ”

Lin Feng nodded, as long as the iron peach tree can produce iron peaches, his heart that has been hanging for so long can be put down, what does it matter if he goes to a party.

"Then will you invite me?" asked Sima Lili again.

"Invite, why not?"

Sima Lili suddenly grabbed Lin Feng's hand and walked towards an iron peach tree that she had just passed.

Feeling the delicacy and temperature of her hands, Lin Feng felt that half of his body was numb and crispy with electricity, his heartbeat was a little uncompromising, and he was still a little blushing. Fortunately, Sima Lili had her back to him, otherwise I don't know how embarrassing it would be.

It's an amazing feeling.

This kind of thing has happened with Wu Lingshan before, helping her and Mu Siqin to apply a mask on their faces, and helping Zhang Yuyan massage her shoulders, but no matter what kind of contact, it is so calm and natural.

This weird female postdoc must have hidden a miniature power generation device in her fingers, otherwise how could she have such a feeling of electric shock?

"Look there!"

Coming to the foot of an iron peach tree, Sima Lili pointed to the thick canopy.

Following the direction of her finger, Lin Feng saw several fist-sized iron-blue fruits in the gaps of the leaves.

His heart couldn't help but be excited, it turned out, it finally came to fruition!

He squeezed Sima Lili's hand unwillingly, and wanted to give her an excited hug, but he still felt a little abrupt after enduring it.

"I'll pick one up and take a look!"

"Wait, it's still green, not ripe. ”

Okay, Lin Feng said in his heart, I'll pick you when it's ripe.

He was anxious to share this joy with everyone, so he posted on Weibo, which he hadn't been on for a long time, took a few photos of Tie Tao and posted them, with the text: Finally the fruit grows.

Then I looked at the number of fans, and I couldn't help but be stunned, 38.9 million!

I go, when did it change so much?