After Li Quan fell from the sky, he immediately put the flying broom into the storage space. When he got closer, he realized that the village was really rotten.

When you look down from the sky, you don't feel it, it's just a little messy. But when he got closer, he found that all the houses in the village were either thatched or adobe. Not a single brick was missing from all the roofs, except for a pile of yellow hay piled on top of it.

The few cattle and sheep that could be seen from the air had disappeared after falling. There was not a single trace of cooking smoke in the village. If it weren't for the fact that he saw a few figures walking around in the village, Li Quan would have thought that this was a deserted village.

It's pretty much the same, if it's not a deserted village. African villages are even poorer than he imagined.

He had come to inquire about the route, and in order not to scare people, he thought he should try to be as friendly as possible, so he showed his trademark harmless smile.

The idea was good, but before he could enter the village, he heard a few chaotic shouts from a distance, and then the thatched huts in the village were opened, and some black people came out of them, and these black men saw Li Quan as if they had seen a ghost.

When Li Quan actually entered this dilapidated village, he found that all the people in the village had run away.

Li Quan stood in place in a daze, and the second monk was puzzled and speechless.

"What? Did these negroes see me falling from heaven? So you think I'm a monster? No way, I've been careful. But why did all these people disappear when they saw me coming? Li Quan muttered.

Just as he was wondering, his ears suddenly moved, and he immediately turned his head, and caught a glimpse of a black man hiding behind a thatched hut and peeping sneakily at him. The corners of Li Quan's mouth curled, and then he suddenly walked up quickly. Seeing Li Quan coming suddenly, the black man hiding behind the house was immediately frightened and about to run away, but in a hurry, he tripped over something under his feet and accidentally fell to the ground.

Seeing Li Quan striding towards him, the black man crawled back in panic, his eyes that were extraordinarily white because of his complexion were full of fear.

"Don't be afraid." Li Quan spread his hands, trying to make himself look harmless to humans and animals, and he said that Chinese was directly translated into the local language by the system: "I will not hurt you." Why are you running? ”

"I didn't run...... Please spare me......"

This is a black guy, only in his early twenties. Although he looks not young, he is thin and skinny, not even as good as Li Quan, who is only 17 years old. Compared to other black people, this black guy seems to be a little bolder, because he dares to hide and peep around, instead of running away.

"Why are they running?" Li Quan changed his tone and asked again.

Li Quan's gentle tone and expression made the black guy bolder again, but his voice was still trembling and said, "Everyone...... Everyone thinks you're here to get us. ”

Li Quan was stunned when he heard this. "Arrest you? Why would anyone want to arrest you? ”

"Catch, catch us and make us slaves......"

"Slaves?"

"Yes, yes......"

After some stumbling explanations from the black guy, Li Quan suddenly realized.

It turned out that when these blacks saw that he was a yellow man, they suddenly walked towards the village, and mistakenly thought that he was a foreign colonizer who had come to capture them as black slaves. This kind of thing is all too common here. That's how white Europeans treated them many years ago. Now, as soon as they see foreigners who are not dark-skinned, they are worried that they are coming to arrest them.

Li Quan sighed.

"Well, don't worry, I won't arrest you. I just wanted to find out what this place is. I'm lost. Li Quan said softly, "Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you what your name is?" ”

"Babura." The black guy replied resignedly.

Baburu gradually dared to face Li Quan. After Li Quan repeatedly said that he was not here to arrest them to be slaves, he had already chosen to believe it.

In other words, if Li Quan was really a slave trader, Baburu would have been abducted and trafficked by this time.

"Can you tell me, Bablo, what kind of place is this?" Li Quan asked.

"This is a small village." Baburu said.

"A small village?" Li Quan asked suspiciously, "Is this Burundi?" ”

"Yes. This is a small village. Bablu said again.

Well, a small village is a small village, and Li Quan doesn't know what this small village is, but since it has been confirmed that this is already in Burundi, it will be easy to do.

Seeing that Li Quan was silent, Baburu suddenly asked boldly: "Are you a Chinese master?" ”

"Huh?"

Li Quan was stunned again when he heard this. Chinese lord? System: Are you sure this word is translated correctly? It's pretty fresh.

Before he came, he had heard that Chinese businessmen had a very good status in Africa, and he had defined himself as a wealthy Chinese businessman, through which it would be more convenient for him to develop the situation in Africa.

Thinking of this, Li Quan nodded. "I'm Chinese, yes. is a Chinese businessman. ”

As soon as Baburu heard him say this, his face immediately showed undisguised flattery, and he grinned with thick lips and smiled happily, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "So you are really a Chinese master, I will say, you don't look like a slave trader, but they don't believe it!"

Li Quan could only smile when he heard this.

Baburu said excitedly, "I'll go and call them back." ”

Li Quan nodded indifferently. Then he saw Baburu running quickly in a direction outside the village. Obviously, there will always be a fixed place of refuge in the village, and whenever an unknown suspected slave hunter appears, the villagers will hide out. Li Quan glanced at Ba Buru, who was running away, and then turned his gaze to the buildings in the village.

It is really difficult for Li Quan to classify these thatched houses in front of him as architectural categories. Because they're so basic. Some were just a few thatched felts enclosed on top of a spire that was also woven from thatch. This kind of house is certainly not good at rain, but fortunately, the African continent lacks precipitation all year round, and it is located at the equator, which is hot and dry all year round, so it is not afraid of humidity to live in this kind of thing.

Li Quan looked around, and finally saw one or two cows and sheep that had appeared earlier on the other side of the village. Aside from the fact that they all looked emaciated and malnourished like Baburu, the cattle and sheep were nothing special. In addition, there are no other domestic animals and poultry, and there is no dried grain that can be found everywhere in the rural areas of the country. Outside the village, Li Quan saw a few verdant fruit trees set up there, and they were full of a fruit he didn't recognize.

"I often hear people say that when Africans are hungry, they climb trees and eat fruit, and they never farm, which seems to be true." He thought.

At this time, I heard some words coming from the bustle outside the village, and it was Baburu who called everyone back. Li Quan couldn't help but think that if he was really a slave trader, then he should close the net.

I saw twenty or thirty black people returning from outside the village one after another, some men and women, some old and some young. Without exception, these blacks were extremely thin and malnourished. Men, women, and young all looked at him with awe and doubt.

Baburu was there to explain Li Quan's identity, these people were simple-minded, and they had already believed most of them quickly.

The black guy Ba Bru seemed to be curious about Li Quan's identity as a Chinese, and after dispersing everyone, Ba Buru came to Li Quan's side alone and invited him to his house.

In a dilapidated thatched hut that was no different from other thatched huts in the village, Baburu bared his white teeth and smiled, took two things and enthusiastically handed them to Li Quan and said, "Please use them." ”

Li Quan looked at the thing in Baturu's hand, it was a dirty crockpot, and he didn't know what it contained. The other one saw clearly, it was an equally dirty steamed bun. "Steamed buns and water?" Li Quan thought, "Are you inviting me to eat?" ”

"What is this?" He asked.

"Banana beer, and steamed buns." Bablu grinned wide, baring his white teeth, and said, "This is the only hospitality I can take." I've been to Gitega twice and heard that the Chinese lords there would entertain guests with wine and food. You are my guest. ”

Li Quan nodded, a little moved. Poor people are willing to take out things and share them, although they are backward and ignorant, but they are also very simple and kind. His previous impression of the African Black Uncle was only lazy, dirty, and poor. Much has changed by this time.

Curious, he lifted the lid of the crockpot, and by the light that came in from outside the thatched hut, he found that it contained a viscous liquid, and a puff of acid and alcohol came to his nose, which was very angry. Looking at the rough steamed bun that seemed to be moldy, Li Quan suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and could only shake his head and say, "Thank you for your kindness, Baburu, I understand it." Putting that aside for now, in fact, I want to hire you to be my guide. ”

Bablu was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and simply said neatly: "Good! I do! ”

"Okay, if you answer me a few questions, I can give you a hundred dollars, how about that?" Li Quan suggested with a smile.

Bablu had a look of shock on his face, and his hand slipped and almost shattered the crockpot.

Li Quan looked at this black guy suspiciously, and said in his heart that he had said the wrong thing?

After a while, Baburu came back to his senses, only to see him shaking his head again and again, and his face was full of trepidation, and said, "No, no, no, a dollar will do." ”

"What, a dollar?" It was Li Quan's turn to be stunned, and he looked at the other party suspiciously.

"It's really only a dollar." Bablu said weakly, but insisted, with more trepidation on his face.

Later, Li Quan learned that the locals here often work for the Chinese, and that Burundi is too poor, and the per capita income here is very low, often only 2,000 Burundian francs a day, which is equivalent to about 1 US dollar.

And $1 is a lot for a poor villager in Burundi.

And $100 is nothing to Li Quan now. As long as he is willing, he can take out some good things casually, and if he is willing to take a certain risk, he can get hundreds of millions of funds.

Spending $1 to hire a guide made Li Quan feel a little guilty of being a slave, of course, this feeling was quickly put behind him, and the other party insisted that he was only willing to ask for $1, and he couldn't force someone to give 100 dollars.

None of that really matters. By then, Burundi will be able to grow its own superbarley in this patch, and Burundi will be lifted out of the world's poorest country overnight and become a developed country just around the corner. When the time comes, these African black uncles will be able to work for him to earn money. Although there are wheat field golems, there are also indispensable human beings in other aspects. A mere $100 is nothing.

Little did Bablu know that the young yellow-skinned foreigner in front of him was about to change his life completely. Right now, he got a job as a guide for the Chinese, an errand that countless people would rush to do even in big cities like Gitega. Barburu brings all his passion to his new role.

In the next few hours, whenever Li Quan asked, Baburu would know everything and say everything. What Li Quan didn't ask, he would also describe all kinds of news he knew vividly, as if he had experienced it himself, which made Li Quan thoroughly understand why famous rappers are all black, which is really a matter of racial talent.

Among them, Li Quan mainly asked about the coup d'état in Burundi, which was related to his subsequent course of action.

Originally, I thought that it was unlikely that a poor villager like Baburu would know about the coup, but who knew that Baburu not only knew, but also surprised Li Quan by telling the story.

Li Quan learned from Baburu that the civil war in Burundi had already ended. Now that a new government has come to power, the country is in a temporary and stable period. The civil war was caused by a long-standing rivalry between the two ethnic groups in Burundi, between the Tutsi who had been the eagle dogs of European colonizers, and the Hutu, who had long been oppressed, because of a trigger that broke out into a full-scale war. In the course of the confrontation, the Hutu massacre tens of thousands of Tutsi people, causing a humanitarian tragedy that shocked the world. Li Quan has already learned some about this on the Internet, and this is the only time that Burundi, a small land, has entered the attention of people all over the world.

The Tutsi population of more than 60,000 were slaughtered to less than 5,000. Thanks to the strong intervention of the United Nations, the civil war ended in the near future. President Pierre, who is of Hutu origin, is now in power. "Everybody embraced him." Baburu said. Because the Hutu represented the poor, they succeeded in overthrowing the Tutsi who represented the interests of the colonizers. "This is a complete victory for the forces of national liberation." Bablu said decently. But it was clear that this kind of thing was not something that he could have come up with as a poor villager, but had heard it or been indoctrinated by others.

Li Quan didn't care about this, he only knew that his plan had gone bankrupt in advance. Without civil strife in Burundi, he could not fish in troubled waters to achieve his petty ambitions, and was slightly disappointed.

"But that's fine. I simply went directly to the current government, contacted the president, and proposed to invest and build a factory in Burundi as a wealthy Chinese businessman. As long as you smash out Franklin or RMB, there is no problem at all. In China, there is money that can make ghosts push ghosts, but in a small country like East Africa, it is really money that can make ghosts push ghosts. Li Quan thought.

That's when it happened. Da Da Da –

The sudden burst of gunshots not only stunned Li Quan, but also made the originally smiling Baburu's face change drastically.