Tianzhu – West Bengal.

This is the rice growing area of Tianzhu, located in the northeast of Tianzhu, part of the Ganges Delta plain, the local climate is hot, coupled with the influence of the tropical monsoon climate, it is a very good rice growing area.

But at this moment, the unimaginable is happening here.

The local Howrah city is nearby, in the middle of the suburbs near the banks of the Ganges River.

Rows of low-rise buildings, most of the so-called houses are some tin houses, and those two- or three-story cement houses already stand out from the crowd.

Compared to the high-rise buildings in the city, or the "high-caste rich area", this is a hell, a naked slum.

The solidification of this land for thousands of years can already be said to be deep-rooted, the high caste will always be high, and the low caste can only be cattle and horses for the rest of their lives, this is a society that is completely locked up.

Piles of garbage are piled up on the roadside, green-headed flies buzz around, and hundreds of wires are tangled together on tenacious telephone poles, as messy as a tramp's hair.

The air is filled with a strong smell of curry, and the smell of spices seems to mask other flavors.

It had just rained heavily, and a thin old man, walking with a cane and stepping barefoot on a muddy road, walked with difficulty to the shops not far away.

Not far away, in front of the shop, there was already a zigzag procession, which was like a suffocating earthworm, trapped in the muddy earth, and it was writhing restlessly.

Old Ambani finally reached the back of the line, where the paupers, shirtless or in tattered clothes, were whispering and discussing.

"Did you hear that?"

"What ......"

"The price of rice has risen again."

"Brahma is above, it's terrible."

"I heard it went up to 35 rupees."

"I can't live this day."

“……”

Old Ambani felt tight, and couldn't help pinching the rice bag in his hand and 200 rupees (10 rupees is equivalent to 1 Chinese yuan) even tighter, for fear of being patronized by thieves.

However, for the rising price of rice, the old Ambani is now also very afraid, the price continues to rise, but the income does not rise but falls.

At the beginning of March, the domestic rice price in Tianzhu was only 11~13 rupees a kilogram, and now it has skyrocketed to 35 rupees a kilogram, a year-on-year increase of 300% of the rice price, which not only makes the poor complain, but also indirectly raises the price of other things.

The average monthly income of the poor in Tianzhu is about 2000~3000 rupees, if it was the previous price of rice, you can buy enough rice for a month by spending 300 rupees, but now you must spend 900 rupees to be enough.

If other food items were added, each of them would now have to spend 1,500 rupees to barely fill their stomachs.

While thinking wildly, I waited in line anxiously.

Half an hour later, old Ambani saw that there were ten people left in front of him, and his heart relaxed a little.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead.

"No?"

"Damn ......"

"Not again?"

A store employee puts a wooden sign that reads "Rice sold out" at the door.

The paupers in the queue cursed.

Old Ambani looked at the red letters in disappointment, as dazzling as blood, and the whole person lost his soul and fell into despair, and there was not much food left in the house.

If you can't buy any more food, you will starve not only to death, but also to your wife and grandchildren.

In desperation, he had no choice but to go to another shop farther away, hoping that he could buy food, and that the prolonged hunger had made the elder Ambani not only walk slowly, but also give him a crumbling sense of vulnerability.

In the sky, cumulonimbus clouds from the Bay of Bengal slowly settled over Howrah, giving a sense of pre-storm oppression.

Old Ambani struggled to take two quick steps.

Suddenly, a man wrapped in a face towel appeared in front of him, and struck at Old Ambani, who trembled his hand and grabbed at Old Ambani's left hand with a bag of rice and 200 rupees.

But under the tension, it fell short.

Syllable! With all his strength, the old man smashed the masked man on the head with his cane.

"Robbery ......," Old Ambani cried out in a mournful voice.

Under the pain, the masked man's inner ferocity became furious, and he pulled out the rusty scissors that were only half left from his waist and stabbed them into the chest of old Ambani.

The old man's undulating chest instantly spurted blood and splashed all over the masked man's body.

Ignoring nothing else, the masked man hurriedly grabbed the 200 rupees, but the old man still stubbornly clutched the bill.

Tear and pull! The three banknotes were torn apart by the masked man, and the masked man, who was furious, was about to break the old man's hand, and many people had already rushed over at this time.

The masked man could only wield half scissors and fled towards the alley.

Click...... A dazzling flash of lightning sounded in the cloudy sky, followed by a downpour of rain on the slums.

The cold raindrops slapped on the old Ambani, and the old Ambani, who was on crutches, was still pinching the three remaining half of the bills, and the blood from the wound on his chest kept coming out.

His dilated pupils were still staring at the closed shop at the end of the street.

A few poor people who rushed over touched the old man in fear, and found that the old man's body was stiff, with a cold body temperature and completely dilated pupils.

"He's back to Lord Shiva."

Always the last policeman to show up, after half an hour, finally belatedly.

"What the hell is the weather." The sheriff grumbled and muttered.

After glancing at the wet corpse, he immediately shifted his attention to his shiny sheepskin boots, which had been polluted by the muddy road, and he felt distressed.

"You guys are a little nimble."

"Okay, okay."

……

On a tall building in Howrah.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, the façade is facing the slums.

John put down the binoculars in his hand and said in disgust, "These inferior people should disappear from this world." ”

"It seems that the Huaguo side has failed." Ivan, who was looking at the computer, looked up and said.

John picked up a glass of red wine and drank it down, then said nonchalantly: "This time it's just an appetizer, and next time I'll let them know that ants are ants after all." ”

Ivan said solemnly: "I have found some very interesting information, you can take a look. ”

After saying that, John turned the notebook around, put down the wine glass, looked at the notebook, and then he frowned.

Large-scale glass greenhouses? Subsidizing electricity at low prices? Is soybean production expected to be 25 million tonnes this year?

"Data confirmed?"

"Although the Huaguo Holy Church has been completely destroyed, we still have other chess pieces to use." Ivan shrugged back.

"Humph! Let them be proud for a while, next time it will not be a rice plague! John smirked.

This time, their rice plague did not paralyze Huaguo, but instead hit the auxiliary car by mistake and pitted Tianzhu and Southeast Asia.

Especially in Tianzhu, which has a huge population, people have begun to starve to death in those slums, and the famine is intensifying.

On the other hand, Tianzhu hopes to buy food from rice for emergencies, but those international grain merchants have opened their mouths, not only because the price is very high, but also because of a series of additional conditions.

The negotiations between the two sides broke up unhappily.

This hungry world is exterminating those poor people, physically.