The beginning of a new day often begins with a meeting in the dining room on the first floor. After having a full-time maid in the house, she also became lazy and did not get up to make breakfast.

As for noon, both of them were out and didn't come back for lunch. In the evening, sometimes they eat together, sometimes they don't.

Kishimoto sat in his assigned position, and picked up a newspaper from the table to read.

"It's been a long time since we've had a party in our family. Why don't you open one this weekend?" said Rie Sakai bluntly.

The attention of Kishimoto's eyes was still on the lead words of the newspaper, and he said succinctly, "Okay." ”

"That night, everyone from your company showed up at the sorority party. I'll call some more people from the Rose Society.

By the way, I'll call Hayaki as well. Hi to us unmarried young people getting together. Rie Sakai said as she picked up the milk glass with both hands.

Masayoshi Kishimoto closed the newspaper in his hand, folded it again, and said, "You're not talking about a party, you're engaging in friendship again." ”

"You speak well alone, and you don't have a level. The party invites people who are generally known. Sororities are often filled with people they don't know.

Everyone gets to know each other by having a party. Rie Sakai took a sip of milk from the milk cup to moisten her throat and said with a heartfelt voice.

"Whatever you say is what it is!" said Masayoshi Kishimoto, putting the newspaper back in his hand.

"If you don't object, I'll call them one by one to inform them. Rie Sakai smiled and said.

"I'm against it, is it useful?" Kishimoto asked rhetorically.

"Don't make me look like I'm oppressing you. If you're not happy, then we don't have a party. Rie Sakai put down the milk glass in her hand and spread her hands out.

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance. In fact, this is a lie. Oppression is everywhere. For this, you either learn to endure or you become cruel. Kishimoto picked up the knife and fork on the table, ready to start eating the breakfast in front of him.

"It's not just a party, why is it called class oppression by you?" retorted Rie Sakai.

There is a sentence in the great Chinese poet Du Fu's "Five Hundred Words of Yonghuai from Beijing to Fengxian County", Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

It means that the wine and meat in the nobles' homes stink when they can't finish eating, but the poor people die of cold and starvation on the streets. Do you know how many people around the world are still hungry?

One billion people spend less than a dollar a day. There are only 6 billion people in the world (2000 figures). A full sixth of the population struggled to get up and down the food and clothing line. Kishimoto said as he ate.

Rie Sakai just winked at him twice and said, "When did you become so compassionate?"

Kishimoto was in a hurry to talk to her, so he suddenly remembered two books he had read in his previous life, one was "The Bottom 1 Billion People" and the other was "The Nature of Poverty".

Both books deal with the field of economics. Today, with the unprecedented development of the global economy and the substantial improvement of the material level of human beings, there are still 1 billion people left out of the ranks of development.

It is not an exaggeration to say that these 1 billion people at the bottom of the ladder are living in hell on earth. For them, reading has become a luxury.

Even if NGO-funded schools provide free education and even provide free lunches, there will still be children who will not come to read.

The result of the vicious circle is that the more you don't read, the narrower your thinking becomes, and the less likely your head is to turn. In their teens, or even a few years, they begin to work in simple, mechanical, long-term, meager jobs with no hope in sight. This is often referred to as child labor.

Even so, there will be quite a few people who are unemployed. For this reason, their parents will also kneel around and beg for help, as long as they give their children a bowl of food to eat.

To say that a poor country or region is because the people there are lazy is pure nonsense. In some parts of Africa, working more than 10 hours a day and engaging in heavy physical labor may not have enough to eat.

Is this lazy? That's because others don't have a chance. On the one hand, the rich countries have engaged in scissors exploitation of the poor countries, and on the other hand, there is the bad governance that exists within the poor countries.

The ruling class of the poor countries has adopted a policy of ignoring the people, which does not require them to think on the other hand, but only for them to work like cattle and horses, and to reproduce as much as they want, like pigs and dogs.

Day after day, year after year, until the body is exhausted. really responded to China's sentence, as a servant, death is rest.

On the contrary, another book, "The Great Rich", puts the pen on the people at the top of the social pyramid of 1 and 01.

A top-notch dentist will only work full-time for fifty people at the top of the pyramid. The three books are all economic works, and there is no exciting YY literary refreshment, but the more you read them, the more complicated the mood becomes.

"Why don't you speak? Did I poke you in the underbelly again?" said Rie Sakai with a pursed smile.

"I'm thinking, should I send you to India and see for yourself how the poor people live there? The most important thing is that you can see how miserable the poor women in India are. Kishimoto didn't laugh, he said seriously.

"A woman like me who doesn't give her husband's dowry. After you get married, you're going to burn me to death. Rie Sakai feigned anger.

"To burn you is a crime. Even so, India has seen its fair share of these tragedies every year. The most ironic thing is that the marriage of men and women in India is completely like a sale, with a clear price.

If a man is a civil servant, the price of the woman's dowry is 1 million yen. If a man is a teacher, the price of the woman's dowry is 800,000 yen.

A man is a bus driver, and the price of the woman's dowry is 500,000 yen. A man is a chef, and the price of the woman's dowry is 200,000 yen.

Don't think that the marriage of the upper class can be so free. Consanguineous marriages are quite common in India, and in South Asia as a whole. They also know that this is not good for offspring, and the proportion of deformities will be high.

Why are they still like this? That is, so that the property can stay in the family and not leave the family. After all, the accumulation of wealth is particularly difficult. It's just by way of agricultural production, and it's even tougher. "Kishimoto didn't say anything nonsense at all.

"You will marry me in the future, and you will not die at a loss? At that time, she will be able to bring a large dowry!" Rie Sakai chuckled back and forth.

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