Chapter 88: The world is shocked (2) A peaceful day

Golden Triangle, Modalapuduo Village.

This is a poor and quiet village.

In addition to several white European-style buildings in the middle of the village, the view is full of low thatched huts. Because they are located in the subtropical and humid climate, the huts are supported by thick logs. The floor is paved with woven bamboo mats, the walls are closely arranged by bamboo, and felt woven with some kind of plant on the inside to insulate moisture and heat.

Because there is a lot of rain, the huts are made into slanted roofs and are covered with a thick layer of hay, which can not only block the heavy rain and sun, but also maintain a certain temperature and humidity in the room. The small huts have condensed the wisdom of the working people for thousands of years and still play an important role to this day.

If such a small village full of folk customs were in Xia Country, it would have been favored by the vicious developers and signed a contract to turn it into another "folk cultural tourist attraction"...

However, here, in the Golden Triangle, the hustle and bustle of the world are destined to be out of here.

There are only about thirty households in Modalupdo village. For most residents who grew up here, the farthest place they have arrived in this life is the town of Duniasa, which is half a day away.

Born here, raised here, and died here - this is a true portrayal of 99% of the villagers in Lapuduo Village.

Maybe they are brave, maybe they are cowardly, maybe they are strong, or they are weak... They are the villagers who know no more than a hundred words except their names, simple and kind.

Like the ancient people of Xia Kingdom, they were busy working hard to take care of the land and watch the sky and eat.

However, compared with the crops with abundant varieties in the Xia Kingdom, their crops are quite monotonous, with only one type of crops-

poppy!!

Originally, the windy and rainy subtropical areas in the deep are of a wide variety of plants, so they naturally would not be like this. However, under the threat of carrots and sticks, almost all this terrible plant can be seen in the entire Golden Triangle.

As for the controllers of carrots and sticks, they are naturally the big drug lords and criminals who are famous in the entire dark world of the earth!

They bought poppy fruits from these villagers at a cheap price, crushed, extracted slurry, purified, baked, shaped, and packaged them, and sold them all over the world through tacit paths and delivered them to the hands of the vast number of anticipated addicts...

The annual drug transaction volume worldwide is as high as US$400 billion to US$700 billion, second only to arms transactions.

Below this huge number are small hills of opium, heroin, cocaine...

The disappearance of every drug hill has brought endless pain and blood to the world!

Spiritual degeneration, property is ruined, family breakdown... Stealing, robbery, murder, rape... and even countless indirect soft chain reactions derived from this...

The villagers didn't know about all this!!

For them who don’t even have a TV set, anything outside Duniasa is like the legend of gods and ghosts told by the old people. Although it is very interesting, it has nothing to do with them.

Even if I knew it, I was just a little surprised and used it as a topic of chatting after dinner. After a while, I threw it behind my mind. It was as if I heard that a tsunami occurred in Indonesia. After a little condolences, most of the Xia people were more interested in not how many people died, but who took the opportunity to make money from the national crisis, the two or three things that Indonesia and Xia governments had to say, how big and how spectacular the tsunami was, etc....

What they care about is the climate recently, whether the poppy is growing lushly, and how the harvest is... and silently praying to the gods that the "masters" can increase the price of purchasing poppy fruits, so that their income this year can increase.

The east end of the village.

An ordinary thatched hut.

An old woman sat at one end of the corridor, her wrinkled hands were weaving something with a plant in an orderly manner. Her hair was gray and combed quite neatly, and bound with a simple treated branch like a wooden hairpin. Her face was yellow and black, covered with copper coins-shaped age spots, and the deep wrinkles made her look like an old man in her eighties and nineties. In fact, she was only in her fifties.

The strange syllables sang from her withered lips, listening with a slight solemn melody, which was a sacrificial song that prayed for the blessings of the gods, and the general meaning was to pray for the gods and Buddhas to bless the weather and the weather.

The light and long melody coiled around, and the old woman's naked feet swayed one after another, striking, and at first glance, it looked like an innocent little girl, shaking her feet unconsciously with the wonderful melody. Beside her, a baby who could not walk was wearing shabby clothes, quietly lying on the yellowed bamboo corridor, not crying or making a fuss, and his little head was bit by bit, as if he was also waving with the old woman's singing.

The sunshine, the hut, the ancient music, the old woman, the young baby... gathers into a breathtaking picture.

The sun gradually drooped westward, as if the light suddenly dimmed, causing the old woman to stop the movements in her hand.

"Ah~~" The baby who had already fallen asleep seemed to sense the stop of singing in his dream. His little head tilted, and his pink mouth whipped a few times, making a lovely and cute dream-loving moans.

The old woman stretched out her dry palm and gently stroked the baby's head. The faint warmth was passed through the dry skin, making the baby's sleeping face more peaceful, and she slept harder.

The old woman slowly raised her head, and her eyes looked even more turbid under the dim light.

Her vicissitudes of eyes fell on the field of poppy blossoms not far away, and a soft smile appeared on her face. Judging from the current growth of her own poppy and the recent weather, poppy this year will definitely be a bumper harvest!

This means that the family can have more money to buy the statue of God that they have always wanted to buy but have no money to buy!

The old woman's smile became stronger when she thought of her own sacred statue.

"Thank you Gods, thank you General Bravagirou..." The former gave him a good harvest year, while the latter gave him a way to survive.

After praying silently, the old woman raised her head, and two figures appeared side by side in her eyes and walked towards her.

That was the owner of this hut, the old woman's son and daughter-in-law.

After making a brief prayer and blessing again, the old woman stood up with difficulty, carefully picked up the still sleepy little man, and greeted him, and welcomed his son and daughter-in-law who had worked hard for a day, back home.

The old woman felt sorry for her children and had already prepared hot water to let the two of them wipe their sweat to avoid getting sick.

The man looked like he was in his thirties and forties, and looked honest and honest. He would reveal his big yellow teeth when he smiled. He obediently took the thing that seemed to be a towel handed over by the old woman and walked into the inner room with a smile.

Although the work is very tiring for a day, as soon as you go home, you see the mother's kind smile and the child's cute face, the man feels tiredness disappear without a trace, and his whole heart is filled with warmth and happiness.

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This is a day for an ordinary villager, and it is also the daily life of most villagers in Modalapuduo Village, and it is also the daily life of people in village settlements in the Golden Triangle Area.

Simple, dull, boring, boring.

Perhaps they don’t even know what “happiness” is, and no one comes to ask them “Are you happy?”… However, their life is undoubtedly envious of many people.

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All this fell into two eyes.

Li Jingli worships the two sisters.

Li Jing smiled at the corner of his mouth, and a bright big eyes flashed with a light called "touching", which was mixed with inaccurate yearning...

She is actually similar to Zhang Can, and she has no good feelings for a prosperous life, and she also has a very indifferent attitude towards money and power. She is completely a typical example of "eating around and waiting to die". In the old society, she would definitely be dragged out to criticize and fight to death...

The scene in front of her touched the strings in her heart, and the echoing syllables made her silent heart quietly ripples.

Li Ji also looked at these scenes.

Li Jing was about to speak, but was rushed by the cold and evil spirit that suddenly burst out from the former. He was stunned and realized that this warm scene made her recall those childhoods that had no connection with "beauty".

For Li Ji's mother, she was just a rope that tied Li's father to herself. Because she knew that Li's father felt guilty towards her wife and daughter, she secretly gave birth to Li Ji without telling him, and finally she was able to stay with Li's father...

Because of this, she was not good to Li Ji, or she would only show her "loyal mother" side when she was in front of Li's father. At other times, she seemed like a passerby, and was very indifferent to her. Although she had never beaten and scolded her before, that kind of indifference was even more harmful to the gradually sensible Xiao Li Ji. It was like a sharp knife that penetrated her heart hard, and stirred her hard for a few times to smash her heart...

Despite this, Li Ji still devoted himself to being a good daughter, loved her father and mother wholeheartedly, and made everything perfect... Perhaps this attitude infected her mother, who had unknowingly improved a lot, at least she finally felt like a "mother and daughter".

Just as Li Ji was so excited that he continued to cheer up and encourage him to continue working hard, Li's father began to take drugs, and then...

"Sister~~They are all innocent..." Li Jing bit her teeth lightly, looked at Li Ji with a complicated expression, and tried to persuade him.

"innocent?!"

"Ha, it's ridiculous!!!"

With a wave of his hand, a chaotic shadow popped out from Li Ji's palm and shot out towards Li Ji's eyebrows.

That contains a large number of complete or broken images.

They all come from the remnants and wandering souls devoured by Li Ji, which is their last obsession or evil thoughts.

After browsing it like a quick glance, Li Jing was silent.

Even after experiencing the more tragic scenes, Li Jing's Affiliated High School churned and his little face turned pale, and he almost vomited out.

"All sins will be punished!"

"A person who makes poison will die!!"

"Ignorance is never synonymous with innocence!!"
Chapter completed!