"Give."
The moment the rain stopped, he handed me a flower, which was quite romantic.
I looked at him warily. I really couldn't accept this kind of romance between men.
As a result, he also picked a bright yellow flower ball-shaped plant from the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and said, "Eat this, your face will turn red."
I looked at the flower, a little hesitant to put it in my mouth, but when I saw him eating it without any scruples, I suddenly felt that this thing seemed familiar.
I remembered that when you were in prison, if you had a cold or fever, the guards would give you a packet of medicine with this flower painted on it, and the name of the medicine was Bupleurum granules.
I quickly put this thing into my mouth, bent down, and picked a few more flowers from the place where he had just picked them, with different colors but exactly the same appearance. Just as I was about to put them in my mouth, he snatched them away. past.
"You can't eat this."
I looked at him in surprise.
He explained: "If you eat this, you will die."
The next second, I quickly threw all the flowers to the ground.
But now we are standing on the top of a high mountain, with a mine at our feet.
In the mine, a group of people wearing rags were carrying pickaxes and small hammers in the loess-covered area to smash rocks. Whenever someone smashed a rock that didn't seem special to me, I felt like I had found a treasure. He rushed over and took this thing in his hand to examine it carefully.
I only glanced at it and then withdrew my gaze, fearing that my inexperienced appearance would let him see the clues.
"Do you know where this is?" he asked tentatively.
I answered firmly: "Dark prison."
"The people locked inside are all the disobedient soldiers under Lao Qiao."
"Their daily job is to smash rocks from the mines to find jade."
"If you can find it and get something good, your sentence will be reduced and you can go to the 'meat factory' to have a good time."
I have never seen what a 'Black Prison' looks like, but I heard about it in 729.
When I said this, I didn't see any surprise on his face. Instead, I looked at him and nodded, as if the guess in my mind was confirmed.
"The meat factory."
He guided me with his chin on the hillside.
I looked in the direction where he raised his chin and saw several wooden houses standing in the jungle.
It's the same as the 'mine', and the surrounding area is guarded by green soldiers.
"You know where the meat factory is, right?"
A meat factory is, of course, a place that sells meat, but what it sells is not meat in the ordinary sense.
There are two types of people here. One type is the handrail girls who used to work in parks or entertainment venues. After they became addicted to the poison, their appearance and body were ruined. Such women can no longer continue to make money, let alone It's impossible to get on a hospital ship. The only destination is to come to a place like this and be a living dead.
Every day's job is to lie down and spread your legs.
As for whether you will get sick in such a dirty and messy environment...
And no one cared.
Even if they die, they will die here.
The other one was what he told me.
He said that the other kind of people in this place are the local villagers.
They may be old and lustful, or they may have men at home who light up cigarettes and cannons.
In the early days, drug lords would give them free seeds and let them grow poppies, which they purchased from the earliest price of $1 per kilogram to $10 per kilogram today.
Yes, one dollar.
This has directly resulted in opium poppy growers being unable to make ends meet, and some families cannot even guarantee their basic livelihood.
This was normal in Kun Sa's era. Many people were growing crops and found that their land and houses also belonged to drug lords, and eventually they got into the habit of lighting up cigarettes and cannons.
Later, after Khun Sa's downfall, it became difficult to continue in this profession.
More and more modern technologies are beginning to replace these old-fashioned gadgets, and even many drug lords have begun to abandon the old traditions and start working with chemical products.
As soon as we entered the chemical age, drug lords no longer needed so many people, and then batch after batch of ordinary people began to be abandoned.
Drug lords can change careers, but what about ordinary people who are addicted?
All they can do is sell everything they can, including people.
"But things are much better now."
After saying this, he turned his head and looked at me. As if he had released his emotions, he raised his hands and took a deep breath.
"Have all those people quit smoking now?"
I thought it was because there were fewer people growing this stuff, because people there had quit smoking, and their lives began to improve, but I never expected it...
"The fraudsters are here."
When I heard these two words, I immediately turned around and looked over: "What do those people have to do with you?"
He spoke faster and said: "After those people arrive, Old Qiao will have a new source of income and start construction non-stop."
"In the past, there were only wooden houses and thatched houses, but now there are many high-rise buildings;"
“In the past, places that could not be passed by oxcarts on cloudy and rainy days are now paved and can be accessed by cars;”
"Now that there is a market in Meneng, we no longer have to go to various villages to trade. Whatever we catch in the mountains can be sold directly to the market."
"Isn't it good?"
I didn't answer.
How should I answer!
"Nawu has moved to Mengneng. He drove back to his hometown in a white car. He called the car bread, but it was not bread at all. I have eaten bread before, but that car was very high-end."
“Nawu also took away many young people from the village, saying that they could make money without having to serve as soldiers. He also said that we only needed to go watch the streets of Menneng and earn fifty US dollars a day without doing anything. Fifty dollars!”
"Those who engage in fraud don't use us to plant drugs, nor do they lure us to take them. They only use us as eyes and ears, and they don't lie to us."
"The man who followed Nawu came back and said that if he found a foreigner going to the embassy and reported it in time, he would be rewarded one thousand;"
"If you catch the person with the reward on the phone, you can still get the reward;"
"Nawu received a bounty of nearly 50,000 US dollars just because he caught an escaped woman."
"Fifty thousand dollars!"
"I, the person who makes the most money from my crafts in the village, can only make so much in a year."
He actually rolled his eyes at me: "How can you be so ruthless as you drug addicts?"
Well……
Well……
That feeling, that feeling...
I can't tell.
I really can't tell.
It's like a group of criminals who became saints in another place.
It's like the monster in "Journey to the West" transformed into the "Little Leiyin Temple", but the locals offered incense and remembered their good deeds, saying that these people had accumulated virtues and done good deeds.
What are these?
What is this! !
(End of chapter)
