Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1745 - 827 First Inspection

"Bang bang clank, bang bang clank..."

The main road in front of Sancha County’s Morning Glory Cattle Farm stretches westward, and the dragon and lion dance team has started moving again. There are crowds of spectators, and cheers can be heard from time to time.

In recent years, as more people have gone out to work in other places, many traditional activities that were popular in rural towns have been neglected. For example, dragon and lion dances are gradually disappearing from the streets and alleys.

The reason for their disappearance is clear; as times change, certain things inevitably get lost—like the saying goes, you must lose some things to gain others. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Thankfully, in Sancha River County, these traditional programs are still preserved.

There are fewer people going out for work, and except for those who excel exceptionally, many return home only to find that their family earns more money than they do, making it hard to boast.

Everyone remembers the early days of working outside—earning hundreds in a good month, scrimping just to bring more back home and stand a little taller.

Some young people return and immediately flaunt their city experience, talking big about urban life. But in reality, they are mere factory cogs, lucky to stroll around town one weekend a month, but only on public transport, not daring to buy anything. They come back wearing counterfeit brands, boasting as if they lived a wealthy life there...

The economy of Sancha River County has improved. Besides cattle rearing, people earn from vegetable greenhouses, earthworm farming, and mushroom cultivation. Once the least favored, remote areas like Huangtuwa—where Tian Dafu’s family lives—has become desirable due to its vast farmlands.

Barren fields have turned into treasures, growing pasture for cattle and selling grass to farms. The land is vast so there’s no fear of waste; earthworm farming is feasible too. The terrain isn’t great, mostly sloped, with few flat areas, so instead of greenhouses, pits are dug to breed earthworms, covered with straw in cold weather...

Extensive farming is not as refined, but investment costs are low, and the income tallies up nicely—there’s almost no investment, just manual labor, digging pits. It’s undeniably better than farming, plus after reporting for land conversion to grass, no grain tax is needed, making all income personal.

The once quiet Tian Dafu, who followed Yan Fei to buy cattle, now serves as the young village chief of Huangtuwa, leading the entire village in grass cultivation and earthworm farming, thriving energetically. The momentum is only growing stronger, uniting the village under the new leadership in pursuit of happiness.

Even the poorest village has hope, reflecting the overall situation of the county.

Life has improved, so why discard these old traditions? If possible, hold onto them!

Not only have these traditions been preserved, but more people are willing to engage in them—there’s more free time compared to working outside, right? If not busy with activities, would everyone just eat and wait for hunger?

Besides, there’s a perk: appearing on TV occasionally. Reporters with no material often visit during festivals, interviewing villagers and creating folk programs, giving even a toothless old lady a chance to be on TV—isn’t that splendid?

Though it’s just a county TV station, maybe occasionally on the city channel, for rural folks, being on TV is delightful enough, one episode can boast for years.

So, what’s the most direct change brought by all this?

You or Vice Director Yu from the Provincial Environmental Protection Department sat in the car, just past the village on the west ridge of the cattle farm, and frowned: "Is the county doing this? Isn’t it wasting people’s efforts? If all environmental visits are like this, it’s better not to visit..."

It’s understandable that even the leaders are unimpressed; the high terrain feeds into a slope below. From here, the continuous dragon and lion dance with enthusiastic road spectators might seem a superficial display at best, if not an outright mockery of formality.

A Wancheng City Bureau companion quickly explained: "Director Yu, Sancha River County is like this. Few locals work outside, mainly focused on cattle farming, using idle time for other industries."

"Having a wealthy life, their cultural lives are richer than elsewhere. During the Lantern Festival, Sancha River County’s street dragon and lion dances are livelier than those in the district, attracting outsiders to witness the spectacle..."

"Oh?" Director Yu was stunned for a moment, naturally intrigued by the last sentence. "Attracting tourists from far away, that’s impressive! Is the enterprise we’re visiting close by? How about we take a look?"

"There’s still three or four miles..."

"Three or four miles, no problem, pull over. Let’s go take a look." Director Yu suggested with a smile. "Oh, Xiao Liu, don’t follow me. Instead, ask around, find out how much the field pays for events like this."

Not entirely trusting others, Director Yu didn’t rely on just one perspective. Although he had arrived in Wancheng City yesterday, he gleaned only limited information over one meal. Seeing something potentially amiss now, he decided it was better to gather insights firsthand.

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