The night in Nagalil is very dark, and the stars are exceptionally shining, unlike the Baile Federation, where the sky is obscured by colorful neon lights.

The bright starry sky is reflected on the curtain of the night sky, and when people look at the stars in the sky, they will inevitably be gradually attracted by it and shocked by it!

Asr looked out the window at the peaceful night through the transparent glass window, but his mind was full of turbulence.

After all, it is not the same, the world of civilization and the world of barbarism are not the same after all!

In fact, he had been mentally prepared before he came back, but he was still careless.

The Nagalil in his memory seemed to be gone, his memories of the past blurred, and most of the things were happy—happy in the midst of suffering.

The happiness generated in the pain makes people remember it longer, so his memories of his hometown are more positive and cheerful, and the memories seem to deliberately erase those less pleasant facts.

In the years of living in the Federation, he has gradually adapted to being a civilized person in a civilized world, although the Federation has all kinds of unbearable, overt and covert discrimination, but it is a civilized country after all.

They use such a thing as the law to protect all the weak and restrain the strong, and even if people are rotten in their bones, they at least maintain their nobility on the surface.

He's starting to get used to it, though it may not be the ideal country.

But here, Nagalil, everything seems to have not progressed, and the barbaric is still barbaric.

The police, who were whipped with sticks to drive passers-by so that the cars of the powerful could easily pass through, were supposed to protect the people, but they did not do so.

How can an indifferent person do such a thing by tearing down other people's houses and driving them out in order to expand the yard, and showing off these things as talking points?

It was because he habitually said "thank you" that his father and eldest brother thought that his eldest brother's wife was seducing him, and let the poor woman dedicate herself to satisfy his brother's lust at night......

It's terrible, it's barbaric!

When a person has begun to learn and is accustomed to sitting at a table with a tablecloth and fine utensils for food, fiddling with fine utensils to enjoy the food that has been carefully cooked, it is difficult for him to accept the life of drinking blood.

He was disgusted at the sight of bloody pieces of flesh, disgusted at the sight of corpses, disgusted at the sight of something in his mouth.

I don't know when, Asr fell asleep, and the next day no one called him to get up, and he slept until almost eleven o'clock.

In Nagalil, except for a few who have a job in the factory, most of them are engaged in casual labor and farming, and in general the pace of life is not fast, as long as you are not afraid of hunger, it is not impossible to sleep until noon or even in the afternoon.

When Asr got up, the smell of rancid and body odor in his nasal cavity made him suffer again, he changed his clothes, he felt that he also had this smell in his body, and when he came out of the bedroom, walked downstairs, and stood at the door, his expression froze.

His eldest brother's wife had been hanged from a tree in the courtyard by someone else, and Asr's brothers were watching, his eldest brother whipping the poor woman.

Each whip was pumped loudly, and the woman silently endured it, she bit her lip tightly, her lips were already oozing blood, and her eyes were a little dilated, as if she might faint at any time.

Asr's mother and the wives of the other brothers knelt on their knees, witnessing the somewhat ceremonial punishment.

When the last whip was finished, Asr's eldest brother put away the whip and handed it to his younger brother, who glanced at the hanging woman with an indifferent gaze and untied the rope that bound her hands.

The woman collapsed to the ground, and after a few seconds, she stood up and knelt in front of Brother Asr, her hands on the ground with her hands back down and palms up, she kissed his husband's toes, and finally pressed her forehead against the ground.

This is a standard process of repentance for doing something wrong, but only for women, Asr's eldest brother shook his shoulders, his arms and shoulders were a little sore when he drew the whip, and when he turned around, he saw Asr.

The indifferent face was suddenly filled with a smile, a smile that came from the heart, and Asr recognized it, because he had had it on his face before.

"My brother, are you sleeping well?", he walked up to Asr and hugged Asr warmly with open arms, but this hug did not give Asr some warmth.

Asr's expression slowed for about a second or two before he reacted, "Very good, I always miss home when I'm outside, and it feels good to come back......"

His brother nodded noncommittally, "Surely hometown is the best, this is your home, you and our ......", he said, putting his arm around Asr's shoulders as he walked towards the house.

As he walked, he said, "Let's have lunch first, and after lunch I'll take you to our factory to have a look, maybe you're interested in these things." ”

This sentence really attracted Asr's attention, he didn't expect that his father and these brothers, who had barely gone to school, actually had a factory, and his occupation made him a little sensitive, so he casually asked, "What kind of business does the factory run?"

"Recycling and processing!", the two walked into the hall, Asr's eldest brother said proudly, "We have opened up some relationships, this business is not easy, and we have spent a lot of money for it......"

In his introduction, Asr finally realized that the money he had sent back over the years had not been saved or used up by them for food, drink, and merry.

When someone has certain characteristics or qualifications, someone will come to them to make money for them.

Since Asr's father flaunted that his son had become a "foreigner", he gradually gained some fame in the local area, and some people approached him.

No society can run absolutely according to the way the rule-makers planned, there will always be some outliers, and there are such people in Nagalil who are like opportunists.

They are not satisfied with the status quo and want to change their situation, and on the premise of not breaking the Nagalil rules, they will try their best to make money and then improve their status.

The people who found Asr's father were such a group of people who were not well-known, but they had their eye on a business and wanted Asr's father to stand up for them.

They don't need Asr's father to pay extra money, and they can enjoy half of the income of the entire business!

Asr's father didn't think about it for too long before agreeing, at least he could guarantee that even if the other party was a liar, he wouldn't lose anything.

This business will be recycled.

Every year, a large number of "gold objects" are born during religious activities, and these gold objects are not actually made entirely of gold, some are coated with a layer of gold, and some are just ground into a fine powder and mixed with some lacquer, and brushed on the surface of some vessels.

The former is often the style of the rich, while the latter is the choice of people with slightly better family conditions, and there are actually subdivisions in this.

How many times the gold paint is painted also represents different family status, and the "gold ware" that the most ordinary families worship to the gods is not only small, but also the gold paint is brushed again.

Wealthier families will worship some larger "gold objects", and gold paint will be brushed a few times to dozens of times.

The "gold" stuffed with gold is easy to handle, just tear off the outermost layer of gold, but the gold that is made into gold paint and brushed on the surface of the vessel is not easy to get.

If you want to say that these things are not worth much, it is really not cheap, but if you want to say how expensive they are, it doesn't seem to be.

In addition, the recycling method is very troublesome, and the major temples do not handle these things themselves, they will pack these "gold objects" to some recycling factories and let them do it.

It is said that it is a factory, but in fact, it is a small workshop.

In the past, the way people recycled gold paint was to crush and grind the powder as a whole, and then screen out the lowest layer of gold powder with relatively high purity through natural layering, and recast it into gold ingots after calcination.

Now these problems are easy to solve, and with the development of foreign science and technology, some chemical things have gradually appeared in Nagalil.

Through a chemical reagent that is banned for civilian use and abuse in many countries in the world, it is easy to decompose the chemical components in gold paint and let the gold sink to the bottom.

When he heard this, Asr's expression was already a little solemn, and after a hasty meal, he drove to the factory with his eldest brother.

More than a hundred meters away from the factory, they could smell a pungent smell, and when the two of them parked their cars in the yard and watched the workers come into contact with all kinds of chemicals without any protection, Asr's heart was touched.

The numb faces of the people don't seem to show any mood swings, and they don't even care about their festering or deformed hands, they just keep repeating their work.

The hands that were whitened by the chemical agent and whose skin was festering in and out of various liquids, Asr's heart suddenly felt as if something had grabbed it.

His brother didn't seem to notice the change in the expression on Asr's face, and he was still cheerful about everything, and he took Asr to his office, introduced Asr to the rest of the office, and opened the safe for him.

The neat gold bricks in the square box in the safe, said to be gold bricks, should actually be gold sheets, these gold bricks are only about half a centimeter thick, the size of a palm, and filled with a heart-pounding luster.

"Look, this is our business!", the ostentatious tone did not feel the awe of the man in front of him for life.

A country both familiar and unfamiliar.

A group of people who are both familiar and strange.

The only thing that remains unchanged may be the essence of the pursuit of interests!

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