Thinking of this, Zhang Feng had a slight urge to go to the mine, but below, seven hundred meters of abyss, suddenly looked at it, and was a little dizzy, but then Zhang Feng walked to the tour guide, stuffed two hundred dollars again, and asked the tour guide to contact him, the tour guide looked at the money, plus the hundreds of dollars sent by Zhang Feng before, and finally nodded seriously, saying that after he took everyone to visit, when he visited freely, he went to find someone he knew to ask about the situation.

"Thank you. ”

"It should. ”

……

The team then continued their visit.

THE CULLINAN DIAMOND MINE WAS ACQUIRED BY THE DIAMOND INDUSTRY'S TRUST LAS DE BERERS FROM THE END OF THE WAR I AND WAS DEVELOPED UNTIL 2010, AND MOST OF THE DIAMONDS PRODUCED IN CULLINAN WERE USED FOR JEWELLERY PROCESSING. WHEN HE WAS A TEENAGER, DE BEERS PLACED AN ADVERTISEMENT FOR DIAMOND RINGS IN CHINA, "DIAMONDS ARE ETERNAL, ONE WILL LAST FOREVER", WHICH IS A VERY BEAUTIFUL ADVERTISING SLOGAN, WHICH HAS ALWAYS BEEN FRESH IN PEOPLE'S MEMORIES.

Later, I learned that there are many stories behind beautiful diamonds. The use of diamonds to represent eternal love is completely a commercial means. In fact, nothing in the world lasts forever.

Later, after Zhang Feng paid part of the fee, he agreed that if Zhang Feng followed the workers to pick the diamonds in two days, Zhang Feng could buy them at half price, and Zhang Feng also deliberately determined whether the person he contacted had this right, and the answer he got was accurate, but everything had to start at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Leaving the Kalinan Diamond Mine, Zhang Feng and his car kept heading east.

Outside the window is an endless stretch of dry yellow farmland, which is said to be dominated by corn fields. In contrast to the Northern Hemisphere, South Africa, which is in the midst of rainy seasons, has been hit by a drought not seen in decades.

At the same time, many parts of Europe and Asia are experiencing floods not seen in decades.

In recent years, the global climate has become increasingly changing, with winters no longer snowing, summers becoming longer, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, and natural disasters occurring frequently. Every time I think about this, I always feel a sense of powerlessness. If only there were superheroes in the movies who protect the planet. The era of unprecedented comfort, modernity, and material abundance that humanity is enjoying has come at the cost of the massive destruction of the natural environment.

Humans are really smart, but they're also really stupid. While building the Elysium of his dreams, he is also digging a grave for himself.

Gray asphalt roads, clear blue skies, and withered yellow corn fields stretch endlessly into the distance. Many of the roads are newly built and even shiny with asphalt. Suddenly, several huge smoking chimneys appeared, and some factory-like messy buildings, stacked on top of each other, as if a lonely city had emerged from a thousand miles of wasteland, but there was no trace of people, and there was an inexplicable surreal meaning.

Occasionally, a lone car, mostly white or blue, would come in front of you. However, every time there is a red car, the whole picture seems to come alive and brighten.

Occasionally, a lone tree would appear on the side of the road, even if it was lonely, seemingly born on this wasteland for no reason, but it was still trying to grow, and it was beautiful. I have a natural affection for all the trees, as if I have a spiritual connection with them. They are always silent, yet full of life and poetry. I would also like to believe that every tree that grows on the side of the road I pass by is a piece of dust that I prayed for in front of the Buddha after 500 years.

At 15 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Feng and his team arrived at a farm for lunch and rest. Privately owned farms are ridiculously large. At the heart of the building is a huge restaurant with floor-to-ceiling windows that can accommodate dozens of people at once.

Surrounding the restaurant is a well-manicured garden with a fountain of water, lush plants and flowers, resembling an oasis in the desert. In the restaurant, the garden is full of French, Americans, and Italians yelling.

Zhang Feng hurriedly finished eating, walked out of the garden, and came to the open field. Zhang Feng couldn't tell what kind of crops were planted here at a glance, anyway, there was only dead grass with no end in sight at this time.

Standing alone in the wilderness, the wind was howling, cool and warm, and for a moment I was very confused, and I had a feeling of not knowing what time it was, as if an astronaut was standing on some unknown planet.

However, Zhang Feng enjoyed this moment of boundless loneliness very much.

The farm also has a replica of a small Nedbeles folk village, known for their penchant for painting colourful geometric patterns on their houses and wearing heavy metal collars around women's necks.

Legend has it that the male ancestors of this people met fairies and put heavy metal traps around their necks to prevent them from flying away, so this custom has been passed down. In contrast, Chinese legends are more romantic, and mortal men want to keep fairies just to talk to them about love.

It seems to remember that there are also ethnic groups in Southeast Asia with similar peculiar customs, and the beauty of long necks is beautiful. In order to increase the length of the neck, women wear layers of collars around their necks from an early age. Regardless of the inconvenience of life for the time being, if you take off the collar, you will break your neck and die.

Perhaps it is not known what the origins of these peoples of Africa and Asia had in ancient times. But it can be seen that the imagination of men around the world who persecute women in order to possess them is astonishing.

The most amazing thing is that these perverted persecutions can escalate into the aesthetics of a nation, a country, and an era, and even women themselves identify with it.

Actually, I have a somewhat complicated feeling about this kind of folk village. The descendants of these peoples have long since ceased to live in their traditional way, and modern society does not allow them to live in this way.

In the folk village, there is a shell left in the empty space, but there is no vitality. It's really just a theater where some actors come to perform and sell some souvenirs from the show. Of course, I would say that the ancient traditions of many countries and peoples of the world have disappeared, but the persecution of women continues in one form or another.

In the evening, the car drove into the mountains and stopped in a small town called the Pilgrims' Resting Place. At the end of the 19th century, gold mines were discovered nearby, and gold prospectors flocked to the town. However, the 19th-century architecture has been preserved and is now a South African National Heritage Site.

When Zhang Feng found that time no longer allowed him to play, he had to go back to the small town, live there, and follow the workers in the mine to dig diamonds the next day.