Chapter Eighty-Eight: The World Shocked (2) A Day of Peace

Golden Triangle, Moda Lapudo Village.

It is a poor and quiet little village.

Except for a few white European-style buildings in the middle of the village, there are low thatched huts as far as the eye can see. Due to its humid subtropical location, the hut is supported by thick logs underneath, the floor is made of woven bamboo mats, the walls are tightly arranged with bamboo, and the inner side is hung with felt woven from some kind of plant to insulate moisture and heat.

Because of the heavy rain, the huts are made into sloping roofs and covered with a thick layer of hay, which can not only block the heavy rain and scorching sun, but also maintain a certain temperature and humidity in the room. The small thatched hut condensed the wisdom of the working people for thousands of years and still plays an important role today.

Such a small village full of folk customs, if it was in Xia Kingdom, would have been favored by the developers with a vicious eye, and signed a contract to turn it into another "folk cultural tourist attraction......

Here, however, in the Golden Triangle, the hustle and bustle of the world is destined to be lost.

There are only about 30 families in the village of Modalapdo, and for the vast majority of the residents who grew up here, the farthest place they have reached in their lives is the town of Dunyasa, which is more than half a day's journey away.

Born in Sri Lanka, grown up in Sri Lanka, and died in Sri Lanka - this is a true portrayal of the villagers of Ninety Percent of the villagers of Moda Lapudo Village.

Maybe brave, maybe cowardly, maybe strong, maybe weak...... They, these villagers, who knew no more than a hundred words other than their own names, were simple and kind.

Like the people of the ancient Xia Kingdom, they were in charge of the land and watched the sky to eat.

However, compared to the abundant varieties of crops in the Xia Kingdom, their crops are quite monotonous, and there is only one -

Poppy!!

Originally, in the windy and rainy subtropics in the depths, there are many kinds of plants, and they naturally do not do so, but under the coercion and temptation of carrots and sticks, almost the entire Golden Triangle can only see this terrible plant.

As for the controllers of carrots and sticks, they are naturally the big drug lords and criminals who also have a great reputation in the dark world of the entire earth!

They buy poppy fruits from these villagers cheaply, crush them, pulp them, purify them, roast them, shape them, package them, and sell them all over the world through the tacit roads that everyone knows, and send them to the vast number of eager addicts......

The world's annual drug trade is between $400 billion and $700 billion, second only to the arms trade.

Underneath this huge number are mountains of opium, heroin, cocaine......

The disappearance of every mountain of drugs has brought endless pain and bloodshed to the world!

Spiritual depravity, loss of property, family breakdown...... Stealing, robbing, killing, raping...... There are even countless indirect soft chain reactions derived from this......

The villagers don't know all this!!

For them, who don't even have televisions, anything outside of the town of Donyassa is like a mythical legend told by old people, which is interesting but has nothing to do with them.

Even if you know, it's just a burst of amazement, and you use it as a conversation point for after-dinner pastime, and after a while, you forget about it. It's like hearing that there was a huge tsunami in Indonesia, and after the vast majority of the people in Xia expressed their condolences a little, they were more interested not in how many people died, but in who took the opportunity to make a fortune, the two or three things that Indonesia and the Xia government had to say, how big and spectacular the tsunami was, and so on......

All they care about is what the weather has been like, whether the poppies are growing luxuriantly, and what the harvest is like...... Also, silently praying to the gods that the "old men" will increase the price of buying poppy fruits, so that their income will increase this year.

The east end of the village.

A mediocre stilted hut.

An old woman sat at one end of the corridor, her wrinkled hands full of age spots and weaving something from a plant in an orderly manner. Her hair was gray, neatly combed, and bound by a simply treated branch like a wooden hairpin. Her face was sallow and dark, covered with age spots in the shape of copper coins, and the deep wrinkles made her look like an old man of eighty or ninety. In fact, she was in her fifties.

Strange syllables came out of her withered lips, and when she listened to it, it was filled with a faint solemn melody, which was a sacrificial song praying for the blessings of the gods, to the effect that the gods and Buddhas would bless the wind and rain.

The light and long melody coiled, and the old woman's naked feet shook one after the other, beating the beat, at first glance, it looked like an innocent little girl, unconsciously shaking her feet with a beautiful melody. Beside her, a baby who couldn't walk was wearing shabby clothes, lying quietly on the yellowed bamboo corridor, not crying or making trouble, and his little head seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of the old woman's singing.

Sunshine, thatched huts, old music, old women, young babies...... It all come together into a picture that is breathtakingly beautiful.

The sun gradually set in the west, as if the light suddenly dimmed, so that the old woman stopped the movement of her hands.

"Ahh

The old woman stretched out her dry palm, stroked the top of the baby's head, and the faint warmth passed through the dry skin, making the baby's sleeping face more peaceful.

The old woman slowly raised her head, her eyes becoming even more cloudy under the dim light.

Her vicissitudes of life fell on the field of blooming poppies not far away, and a soft smile appeared on her face. Judging from the current growth of the opium poppy and the recent weather, this year's poppy is sure to be a bumper harvest!

This means that the family will be able to have more money than in previous years to buy the idol that they have always wanted to buy but have no money for!

The thought of being able to enshrine a new statue of the god in her home made the smile on the old woman's face even stronger.

"Thank the gods, thank you to General Bravagiru...... "The former gave himself a good harvest, the latter gave him a way to live."

After silently praying for blessings, the old woman raised her head, and two figures appeared side by side in her sight, walking towards this side.

It was the owner of this hut, the son and daughter-in-law of the old woman.

After a brief prayer and blessing again, the old woman got up with difficulty, carefully picked up the little girl who was still asleep, and greeted her, welcoming her son and daughter-in-law home after a hard day's work.

The old woman felt sorry for her children, so she had already prepared hot water for the two of them to wipe their sweat so as not to get sick.

The man looks like he is in his thirties and forties, he looks loyal and honest, and when he smiles, he will show his big yellow teeth. He obediently took what appeared to be a towel from the old woman, and walked into the back room with a smile.

Although the day's work is very tiring, as soon as he comes home and sees the mother's kind smile and the child's lovely face, the man feels tired and disappears, and his whole heart is filled with warmth and happiness.

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This is a day in the life of an ordinary villager, the daily life of the vast majority of villagers in Modala Pudo Village, and the daily life of people in the villages and settlements in the Golden Triangle area.

Simple, bland, boring, boring.

Maybe they don't even know what "happiness" is, and no one asks them, "Are you happy......?" However, their round life is undoubtedly the envy of many people.

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All this fell into two pairs of eyes.

Li Jing Li sacrificed two sisters.

Li Jing smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his bright big eyes flashed with a light called "moved", which was also mixed with a faint yearning......

She is actually similar to Zhang Shen, she has no good impression of the vigorous life, and she also looks down on money and power, she is completely a typical example of "eating and waiting for death", and she will definitely be dragged out and criticized to death in the old society......

The scene in front of her plucked the strings in her heart, and the reverberating syllables made her silent heart quietly ripple.

Li Sai also looked at these images.

Li Jing was about to speak, but was rushed by the former's sudden outburst of coldness, and after a moment's stunned, she reacted, afraid that this warm scene reminded her of those childhood that had nothing to do with "beauty".

For Li Sai's mother, she was just a rope that tied Li's father to herself, because she knew that Li's father felt guilty about his wife and daughter, so she secretly gave birth to Li Sai without him, and finally succeeded in staying with Li's father......

Because of this, she is not good to Li Sai, or rather, only in front of Li's father will show the "motherly" side, other times, like a passerby, very indifferent to her, although she has never been beaten and scolded, but that kind of indifference, for the gradually sensible Xiao Li Sai, hurt more, like a sharp knife, plunged into his heart, and stirred a few times, his heart was shattered......

Despite this, Li Sai still devotes herself to being a good daughter, loving her father and mother wholeheartedly, and making everything perfect...... Perhaps, it was this attitude that infected her mother, who unconsciously improved her attitude, at least finally had the feeling of "mother and daughter".

Just when Li Sai was excited and continued to cheer himself up and encourage himself to continue to work hard, Li's father began to take drugs, and then ......

"Sister~~ They are all innocent ......" Li Jing gritted his teeth, looked at the angry Li Sai with a complicated expression, and tried to persuade him.

"Innocent?!"

"Oh, ridiculous!!"

With a wave of his hand, a cloud of chaotic light and shadow emerged from Li Sai's palm and shot out towards Li Sai's eyebrows.

It contains a lot of images, both complete and fragmented.

They all come from the remnants and wandering spirits devoured by the Li Sacrifice, and that is their last obsession, or evil thought.

After browsing through the flowers, Li Jing was silent.

Those shocking pictures, even after experiencing more tragic scenes, Li Jingzhong churned, his little face turned pale, and he almost vomited.

"All sins will be punished!"

"Poison planters, die!!"

"Ignorance is never synonymous with innocence!!"