In the container house, a map was spread out on a table, with Shen Xin and Lakshen gathered around it.
Their expressions were as serious as if they were studying the global political situation.
"There's a lot of no-man's-land," Shen Xin murmured.
Lakshen nodded and explained, "The herders used to roam everywhere. The fewer people went to a place, the more lush the water and grass were."
"But the sheep would dig up and eat the grass roots. No one managed it. They'd graze one area bare and then find another, with no concept of overgrazing. That's why the pastures degraded so severely."
"In recent years, we started relocating the herders into centralized communities, assigning them specific pastures to give the grasslands a chance to recover."
"That's how these large no-man's-lands came to be. You could honestly walk for dozens of kilometers and not see a single living soul."
Shen Xin understood. He circled a few areas on the map.
