blogombal Chapter 1703 True Poverty
Chapter 1703 True Poverty
Yang Feng looked at the two of them in confusion.
"That's what I saw first!"
"Nonsense, I got this when I was little!"
The two teenagers were arguing.
Although they are black, Yang Feng can still see the anger beneath their black skin.
Yang Feng saw that what they were holding was a bottle that they had just found from the garbage dump.
One of the kids couldn't get the better of an argument, so they started fighting.
Seeing the two of them fighting, Yang Feng felt a little sad.
He did not try to stop it, but just looked around, feeling confused.
"Kofi, how much money can you make per day if you pick up trash here?"
Yang Feng asked.
Coffey lowered his head and said, "If we are lucky, we can get a few dollars. If we are unlucky, maybe we can get one dollar."
Apparently, locals seem to prefer explaining things to foreigners in US dollars.
Yang Feng just thought about it, then asked: "Then you don't have a job?"
"Sir, this is our job."
"I'm talking about other things, like when you go to the airport to solicit customers..."
Yang Feng asked.
But then, Coffey lowered his head, looking helpless.
"I am lucky to have attracted customers... But in our country, not many people are willing to come. You should have seen it just now..."
Coffey's tone became even more depressed.
In fact, Yang Feng could feel it.
Although Coffey is a young man in his twenties, he has not been well educated.
What is rare is that he seems to have a clear mind and good expressive ability.
In a country like this, there are few foreign tourists on weekdays, and the local unemployment rate is over 80%.
That is to say, among the local young people, probably only a dozen out of a hundred can have normal jobs.
As he was speaking, he saw two people chasing each other in the distance.
Yang Feng could probably see it.
The man running wildly in front should be a robbed guy.
With just one look from Yang Feng, the man was tied to the ground.
His body froze in place in an instant.
The people behind caught up, and some even couldn't stop and crashed into the car.
Yang Feng did it casually, but he did not move forward. He just watched the young robber being surrounded and beaten.
If it were somewhere else, Yang Feng might not have any sympathy for him.
But in a place like this...
"I think there are at least a few thousand people here, right?"
Yang Feng asked.
After hearing this, Coffey shook his head and said, "There have been 10,000 people here this year, but they haven't always been here."
"so much?!"
"Yes, most of the people here make their living from this garbage dump and the nearby airport."
Kofi said, "You should know that although this money is not much, it is our only source of income."
"Then what do you usually eat?"
After Yang Feng asked the question, he suddenly realized that what he asked was inappropriate.
Kofi lowered his head and said, "Sir, please don't ask these questions anymore."
"sorry."
Yang Feng didn't ask any more questions.
There was a gradual gap in the communication between the two.
But Zhao Zhuwei next to her couldn't stand the smell here.
She didn't understand why Yang Feng had to come to this place.
After all, not only is there nothing fun to do in this place, but there are no words to describe it other than dirty and messy.
"Yang Feng, when are we leaving?"
Zhao Zhuwei spoke Mandarin, so there was no need to worry about irritating Coffey.
Yang Feng looked around and said, "Let's not leave. Let's go find a place to eat locally."
"Are you sure? Are you eating here?"
Zhao Zhuwei stared at Yang Feng blankly with an incredible expression.
She felt that Yang Feng was a little crazy.
Yang Feng nodded and said, "Just stay here and see what they eat."
As he said this, he turned directly to Coffey, "I think there should be a place similar to a restaurant even here, right?"
"Yes, you want to eat here?!"
Coffey was also a little surprised to hear this.
In his eyes, people like Yang Feng would definitely not be willing to contact people like him.
What's more, I have to eat the same thing as them here.
Yang Feng smiled and said, "Since you can eat it, why can't we? Let's go and take a look."
"you……"
Coffey was somewhat touched.
He originally just wanted to earn some tour guide fees from Yang Feng.
But he never thought that Yang Feng would be willing to stay here so deeply.
You can see the emotion on Coffey's dark face.
His eyes had already turned red at this time.
However, there is a reason behind this redness, which is full of bloodshot.
It seemed like he never got a good rest.
Zhao Zhuwei was very puzzled, but seeing that Yang Feng insisted, she had no choice but to follow him.
After looking around here, a few people walked towards the bottom of the garbage dump together.
Back to the densely populated area of slum houses.
In fact, strictly speaking, these cannot even be called houses.
They simply built a frame out of wood, and then found some rags or waterproof material to cover it to block out the sun and rain, forming something that couldn't even be called a tent.
And below, some of them had built what looked like beds out of wood with a few rags on top.
In addition, some people directly build a bed with mud.
But here, if you want to find a normal bed, you will definitely not see it.
These people live in such an environment.
Walk all the way over.
Even Zhao Zhuwei has become an ancient warrior.
But seeing all kinds of people along the way, she subconsciously grabbed Yang Feng's arm.
Coffey led the way in front, and along the way he told Yang Feng about the situation here.
This was the first time Zhao Zhuwei had seen such a scene. She was shocked and couldn't help asking, "Yang Feng, do these people... really live here?"
She couldn't believe it.
Because the people here can't even be said to be penniless.
Because the house here has no walls, the only things it has are the beams built up by a few pillars, and there is no other material on the four sides to block the wind and rain.
Today is a sunny day, but if it rains...
Yang Feng shook his head, pointed to a stone not far away, and said, "Look what's drying over there?"
"What?"
Zhao Zhuwei looked towards the stone.
What were drying on the stone were black sesame balls that looked like dough.
But it was obvious that those were not dough, either in shape or appearance.
Yang Feng looked at Kofi and asked, "That should be mud, right?"
he asked.
Kofi knew what Yang Feng was going to ask, and lowered his head and said, "Yes...it's soil, and it's also our food..."