Tuvalu, the neighbor of the capital island, on the island of Fua Fatu. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The lazy crowd, with nothing to do after dinner, sat in twos and twos under the shade of the trees in front of the house and behind the house and chatted.

Munching on betel nut, Rocinia Mosic is bragging to others about his experience digging phosphate in Nauru.

As a person who has gone abroad, worked and has knowledge, he is very respected by everyone.

Because he had seen many things that no one else had seen, and he had been wide, although he had returned unemployed when the phosphate mines in Nauru had dried up.

However, after returning to China, everyone still elected him as the patriarch of the big family, and usually led everyone to work together and distribute the harvest.

"Let me tell you, the phosphate mine at that time had a four-kilometer train track."

"What is a train? A train is a car with many iron wheels connected to each other and running on the tracks. ”

"When I returned to China, I also bought a bucket of aristocratic noodles in the supermarket of the Oriental Chinese, the taste, tsk, wonderful, in Huaxia, also called instant noodles, only the top nobles can eat it."

"It is said that President Huaxia, their biggest official, an official who is a little bigger than our prime minister, can only eat six meals of instant noodles a day."

"Hey! It's a pity that Huaxia Supermarket is closed, and you don't have a chance to taste this aristocratic food. ”

In the spittle, Moxich really missed the good old days, although he was a little tired from mining.

Moxic's words, listening to the people around him leisurely fascinated, but also regretful.

Before I could say anything more, there was a sudden announcement from a loudspeaker outside.

"Great news, dear nationals, Huaxia Baiwang Group will fund everyone to immigrate, with 250,000 Australian dollars per person!"

"Repeat again, $250,000 each!"

"Now, please go to the original airport runway and the Prime Minister Ufatu Sopoa will address you!"

When the voice was far away, Moxich couldn't care about Kan Dashan anymore, and began to greet the family members, walking towards the original Runway of Funafuti Airport.

An hour later, the runway, which was crisscrossed by ravines and weeds, was full of people.

With the family as a unit, a group in the east and a handful in the west, there are constant discussions, and the whole runway is like a beehive, buzzing.

Moxic, of course, will not let go of this opportunity and began to brag again.

"Let me tell you, what is the concept of 250,000."

"When I was a miner, I was paid $12 a day, how many days do you think I have to work to make that much money?"

Some frowned, some scratched their ears and cheeks, but no one answered his questions.

No one can tell, because there is no systematic education, most Tuvaluans are illiterate, and this kind of arithmetic is still too high-end.

Shaking his head, not knowing whether he was disappointed in everyone or in himself, Moxich continued to brag.

"The aristocratic noodles I ate back then, a barrel of twenty-two Australian dollars, if we emigrated, it would definitely be cheaper, and we could eat six bowls a day like President Huaxia!"

Moxich was excited, six aristocratic meals a day, and he drooled when he thought about it!

"Dear citizens, please listen to me!" The sound amplified by the tweeter instantly suppressed all the noise and interrupted Moxic's reverie.

Ufatu Sopoa's family stood at the front and addressed everyone.

"In the morning, someone saw that the Chinese people had come from the far east."

"They decided to sponsor everyone to immigrate, $250,000 each!"

"But it's conditional, they demand that everybody have to emigrate, everybody has to leave."

"Our price is the land, the land that is salted in the sea."

"If one person doesn't leave, they'll revoke the decision,"

"If everyone agrees to leave, the government will arrange free transportation for everyone."

"If someone disagrees, then I will let the generous Huaxia people leave."

"Everyone can discuss and discuss, and wait for a vote!"

As soon as Ufatu Sopoa's voice fell, there was a "buzz", and everyone began to talk again.

Moxich was also excited, thinking day and night, that he was finally going to move out, and he still had a lot of money.

As for this land, whoever loves it wants it, as long as the money is given, then there is no problem.

"Everybody come to me!" Moxić shouted loudly, calling all the members of the family.

There were many members of Moxic's family, nearly a hundred people, and under his shout, all of them gathered.

"Those who drank aristocratic noodle soup back then, stand up!"

Five people took two steps forward and squeezed out.

"Tell me about the taste of noble noodle soup!"

The tongue blooms with lotus flowers, and the earth swells with golden lotus, this face should only be in the sky, how many times can you taste it in the world!

The five of them did their best to reminisce about the wonderful feeling of drinking the noodle soup at that time, and one of them even shed tears of happiness.

"Okay, wait for the vote, you have to agree, if anyone dares to object, then I will call on others to tie up the stone and sink into the sea!"

Moxiqi said viciously, cutting off people's financial routes, such as killing parents, this hatred is not shared!

No one objected, and everyone wanted to leave this ghost place and live a good life eating aristocratic noodles every day.

Next, Moxich arranged for five people who had drunk his noodle soup to go to other families to inquire about whether anyone objected.

The result made him very satisfied, and not a single family objected.

He is not the only one who has gone abroad and worked in every family, and those who come back have a decisive influence in his family.

The vote went on quickly, with two large cardboard boxes, the red one for disapproval and the green one for approval.

Write? What should I do if someone I don't know gets confused? How easy it is to use color! Glance.

Ballot paper? What's that?

Pick a leaf of grass or a tree, pick up a pebble shell or something, agree to throw it into the green, and throw it into the red if you are against it.

One per person, it is strictly forbidden to throw more, and count last.

Moxich made an appointment with the patriarchs of several big families, first voted for himself, and then stood in front of the red box, looking at him with fierce eyes, whether anyone dared to object.

Most of them chose green without hesitation, and occasionally a few hesitated, looking at the eyes of several patriarchs who chose people and devoured people, and wisely chose the green box.

After everyone voted, Ufatu Sopoa's family picked up the red box and said: "Everyone has seen it, no one is against it, then everyone agrees to immigration!" ”

"Then, I announce that the immigration resolution has passed, and now everyone goes back and packs up and prepares to emigrate!"

As for the contents of the green box, whether there are 9,813 or not, that's not to be bothered, no one objects anyway, isn't it?

"Hooray!" Everyone cheered and celebrated this great occasion.

"Hurry up, let's go back and slaughter six pigs to celebrate! In the future, we don't need to raise pigs, we can eat noble noodles every day! ”

Moxich laughed and ordered the others.

No one objected, and they all happily followed back.

What should I do if I run out of money? Please, so much money, enough to eat noble noodles for a lifetime, how can it be used up!