Malawi, Lilongwe, Huang Kaijing walked on the dry and hard foreign land, looking around, all kinds of familiarity, but there are strangeness everywhere.

Not long ago, Huang Kaijing was stationed in the city with the joint forces to pursue the fugitive "Holy One", in a short stay, this barren city left a very deep impression on Huang Kaijing, before Huang Kaijing could not imagine that the capital of a country would be backward to such an extent, let alone imagine that all the "helping hands" stretched out to this place are for the sake of interests, if there is no political interest behind it, the nobles who control the capital would rather let the bread rot in the warehouse and let the milk pour into the river, They are also reluctant to bring here materials that are meaningless to them, simply because the cost of transportation is higher than the cost of destruction.

Huang Kaijing was once again surprised by the fact that he had set foot on the scorched black soil of Africa this time, and he could not have imagined that the spiritual outlook of a city could be so drastically changed in such a short period of time.

The most intuitive change is that the rats on the street are gone.

The rat here is not a metaphor, but a rat in the literal sense of the word. The last time I came to Lilongwe, the streets were full of vendors selling roasted rats, among which the older ones were gray-haired, and their white hairs as rough as steel wires pierced their black scalps like needles, but also on people's love and compassion.

According to the guide, some of these children are indeed only seven or eight years old, and some are stunted due to long-term lack of nutrition, and they still look like seven or eight-year-old children when they are twelve or thirteen years old. Finding a proper job is as difficult as stepping on Kakupu (a smaller, agile mouse) rat.

As a result, children can only focus on the resource that can be found everywhere: mice. Lilongwe's public health system is very poor, and the rat colony thrives in almost stress-free conditions, and it has not been infested with rats, thanks to these dark-skinned, agile hunters who go around catching rats and making them into roasted meat to sell.

And now, Huang Kaijing walked through two streets and did not see a single vendor selling rat meat, a transformation that was more complete than a street of food stalls in a Chinese city that encountered a surprise inspection by the chengguan.

In addition, Huang Kaijing also noticed that the pedestrians on the road, regardless of men and women, young and old, could no longer see the numbness of losing hope for life on their faces, and the originally gray pupils were now dark and smart, looking healthy and bright.

It was a strange thing, and Huang Kaijing was puzzled, and finally he bought the answer for three hundred dollars in a slightly more upscale tavern - a lot of money in Malawi, but the information Huang Kaijing got was worth the price.

It turned out that after the chase was over and the coalition forces withdrew from Marawi, a bloody coup d'état quietly took place and ended the near-dictatorship of the former ruling party with lightning speed. After the People's Progressive Movement Party became the ruling party, many business tycoons from all over the world began to inject capital into Malawi, investing in a purely loss-making way, and in the negotiations between the capital predators and the local government, they intended to build Malawi into a new type of high-welfare state with agriculture as a transition and integrating industry and tourism.

Under the powerful power of capital, the hope of a new life began to spread around Lilongwe, and schools, welfare homes, factories and shopping streets began to be built all over Malawi.

School-age children only need to sign an agreement to accept a job assignment after graduation to attend a vocational and technical school without full tuition and learn a skill to support themselves, and among them, bright-minded and well-behaved children can receive more free education and may be able to go to university in the future if they are willing to put in the effort.

When the new ruling party chairman, Mark Kazunga, made the announcement, his old, rugged voice was a natural sound to the millions of families in Malawi who were suffering from poverty.

Even those children who don't like to study are scrambling to go to school because the school cafeteria allows them to eat a full meal every day, and many more children see the opportunity to change their destiny for the first time in their lives, and they have to try to seize it with all they can. They rushed to the classrooms made of shipping containers like madmen, and studied hard with all their strength, like small grass sprouts that grew tenaciously from under the rocks, overcoming all difficulties with the courage to move the world.

The Western reporter who told the story described this scene to Huang Kaijing in not very standard English: Building a school requires not only money, but also time and teachers, and there are not many simple schools opened in Malawi in a short period of time, and children in some villages have to travel more than ten or even dozens of miles to go to school, and they cannot afford to buy shoes, so they can only carry bags like backpacks, dry food mixed with mud and rat skewers exposed to dried meat, run barefoot for dozens of miles to reach the school, and then spend five days in the school. After class, I did my homework by moonlight, took the sky as a quilt, took the ground as a seat, slept on the street, drank dirty water, and waited until the weekend to rush home and catch mice in the fields.

"Look at this." The Western reporter handed Huang Kaijing a photograph of several children with bags on their backs on their backs, with bloodstained footprints in a long line, and the close-up of their soles showed that their soles were dripping with blood, and the soles of their feet were deeply embedded with fine gravel and gravel.

Huang Kaijing's fingers pinching the photo trembled slightly, and the inexplicable sour nose made him wrinkle his nose.

Once upon a time, there were many children like this in Huaxia, who stubbornly endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people to study, they firmly believed that knowledge could change their destiny, and finally some of them changed the fate of Huaxia.

"God bless these children." The Western reporter poured a large sip of brown beer and sighed, "This photo is enough for me to win a satisfactory award, it is estimated that in a few months, the scene in the photo will not appear again, the United Nations has begun to pay attention to Malawi, and continue to increase the aid force, soon the children will receive free clothes and shoes, and a dormitory will be built near the school, first to make containers, and then to make brick houses......

Huang Kaijing gently put down the photo, turned his head to look out the window, and his eyes drifted to the presidential palace in the distance.

In the presidential palace, a white-haired and dark-skinned old man dressed in traditional Malawian costume stands on a balcony looking into the distance.

"Muta, Muta, my child......" he wept silently, "you did it, did you see it?" Do you see Malawi today? ”