The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

Just moments ago, Tian Tian was squatting on the ground, scratching at the sand with a small twig in one hand, muttering something to herself. The adults, seeing that everyone there was family and that she was having fun, didn't pay her any attention. Even Liang Zhe went to pick fruit.

People are always like this: when faced with abundant gifts, they pick one but can't bear to part with another, becoming more and more engrossed in picking, wishing they could embrace it all.

Liang Zhe initially kept an eye on his daughter's movements, but later, seeing that she was engrossed in "conversing" with the sand and was within a safe range, he relaxed his vigilance slightly.

Actually, Liang Zhe had been paying attention to his daughter's footsteps at first, but when he saw her engrossed in chatting with the sand and that she was within a safe area, he didn't notice her. But when he heard Song Dazhuang's shout, Liang Zhe broke out in a cold sweat. He turned around abruptly, stared at the small footprints on the ground, and his eyes turned red.

The moment Liang Zhe heard Song Dazhuang's shout, his mind went blank, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly. He turned around abruptly, his gaze falling on the fading footprints, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

If something were to happen to his daughter right under his nose, what would be the point of him living?

With a "thud," Liang Zhe threw down the basket in his hand and ran wildly in the direction of the footprints. Fortunately, the sand left its mark, and the unique, cat-like footprints snaked along the way, clearly discernible.

When Song Dazhuang and the others saw this, they panicked. Picking fruit? Was their lives more important than the fruit?

"Chase!" The crowd dropped their tools and gave chase.

Sweetie was still young and took small steps, so she didn't run far before she came into everyone's view.

Liang Zhe's eyes lit up with wild joy, and he was about to rush over without thinking, but Song Dazhuang grabbed him tightly.

"Liang, don't move! Look ahead!"

Liang Zhe stopped in his tracks!

In his eagerness to find his daughter, he hadn't paid any attention to his surroundings. Only now, looking in the direction Song Dazhuang pointed, did he realize that something was wrong.

It's more than wrong!

It's absolutely mind-blowing, impossible, a miracle laid bare before our eyes yet incomprehensible!

He was struck dumb, frozen in place. Gasps and exclamations rose up behind him like a tidal wave.

"Bang!"

A soldier nearly dropped his rifle, and he had to use the butt of the rifle to steady himself.

The one with the strongest reaction was Zhao Youtian. The old minister seemed to have been choked, he gasped for breath and couldn't exhale, his face turning red, which frightened the soldiers around him so much that they almost went up to pinch his philtrum.

Liang Zhe himself could hardly believe his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard, then looked again—it wasn't a hallucination, nor a mirage, it was real!

In front of Tian Tian was a natural basin gently embraced by towering sand dunes.

In the center of the basin, fertile soil stretches for hundreds of meters, similar in texture to the previously discovered sweet potato fields. However, unlike the sweet potato fields, this land is covered with golden ears of wheat!

The heavy ears of grain bowed low, their heads drooping, close to the earth in an almost intimate gesture, as if whispering to those who discovered them:

"Come on, we're ripe now."

The wind blew, the wheat waves rolled and rustled, but everyone who discovered it seemed to be frozen in place, no one daring to take the first step.

They didn't even dare to breathe deeply.

They were all afraid.

I was afraid that the slightest movement would shatter this beautiful dream.

"Clang..."

Someone's shovel fell to the ground with a crisp sound, startling everyone. The next second, a soldier knelt down with a thud, his hands trembling as he scooped up a handful of black soil. His shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably, and suppressed, choked sobs escaped his lips.

Behind him, the second, the third...

More and more people knelt down silently, tears streaming from their eyes and etching deep lines on their dust-covered faces.

The crying lasted only a few seconds before being completely drowned out by a sudden, earth-shattering roar of ecstatic joy!

"Aaaaaahh ...

They hugged each other excitedly, pounding each other's backs; some simply lay down on the ground in a spread-eagle position, rolling around joyfully in the sand; others, with trembling hands, carefully plucked an ear of wheat, put it in their mouths and chewed it slowly, savoring the familiar yet strange aroma of grain...

Excitement, ecstasy, disbelief—these warriors, who had given everything to the Gobi Desert without fear of bloodshed or sweat, were now crying like children.

For countless years, the winds and sands have howled across the Gobi Desert, and for just as many years, they have longed for this moment.

They longed for water, they longed for food, and they longed to be able to eat a mouthful of fragrant white flour steamed buns.

However, the country suffered severe drought for three consecutive years, followed by floods, typhoons, and pests and diseases. Rivers dried up and wells ran dry in major grain-producing areas, the land cracked, and crops suffered large-scale crop failures and yield reductions.

Overnight, the entire nation was plunged into the misery of hunger.

Not to mention white flour steamed buns, even cornmeal mixed with bran had to be eaten sparingly. In some areas, people even gnawed on tree bark, dug up grass roots, and ate clay that was hard to burn and swallow. As a result, countless people fell ill.

Before Sweetie arrived, the entire missile base was in dire straits. But who would have thought that today, in this inconspicuous sandy hollow, they would actually discover wheat!

That's wheat that can be steamed into snow-white buns and rolled into chewy noodles!

No more people need to come up with all sorts of ways to use sweet potatoes to fill their stomachs!

Zhao Youtian squatted by the edge of the field, his hands trembling as he dug out a handful of soil and carefully sniffed it. In the past, he would never have believed that such robust wheat seedlings could grow so deep in the desert. Even the sweet potato field he had discovered earlier, due to its limited fertility, had not been suitable for planting such a "precious" grain.

But this piece of land is different. It has deep soil, good drainage, and strong aeration. It feels like you can squeeze oil out of it when you hold it in your hand. It is simply a natural place made for this wheat!

Even more incredible is that this wheat field grew naturally—isn't this a miracle bestowed by God?

The old minister could no longer contain himself. He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders heaved violently, and a suppressed sob escaped his throat.

Hot tears dripped through his fingers, splashing onto the ground beneath his feet.

Startled by the scene, Tian Tian huddled in Liang Zhe's arms and whispered, "Daddy, why are the uncles and grandpa crying?"

Liang Zhe took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. He gently stroked his daughter's hair, his voice hoarse but filled with endless tenderness.

"They didn't cry, they were just so happy."

He put his arm around his daughter's small shoulders. "Sweetie, tell Daddy, how did you find this place? Were there these wheat fields here last time we came to pick hawthorns?"

Sweetie blinked her big eyes, thought carefully for a moment, and then shook her head: "Last time we came, there were only red berries. Wheat... that's what Sand told Sweetie. They said it's warm and comfortable here, they slept for a long time, and now they're going out to sunbathe."

Hearing his daughter's innocent and carefree words, Liang Zhe felt as if something had struck his heart hard, a bittersweet mix of emotions. Gazing at the azure sky, his eyes reddened, he imagined it all as his wife's divine protection.

Shufen, is that you?

Is it because you are worried about us, father and daughter, that you are guiding our daughter from heaven?