Chapter 1638 Our Rural Teachers
At this moment, Chen Xinan's eyes narrowed and he stared at this person closely.
Just now, he spoke Chinese!
Although the accent was a bit strange, Chen Xinan could understand it.
The young man felt his creepy gaze, trembled a little, and quickly explained:
"Don't get me wrong, there is a Chinese teacher in our village, and I learned Chinese from him.
I just saw that your operating system is Chinese, so I think you can understand Chinese.
Can you understand it?"
Chen Xinan frowned, patted the seat beside him, looked at him and asked: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
The young man sat next to him and said in a low voice: "We are all villagers from the previous Luowa Village, working at a construction site in Hydra.
Our village is now occupied by others .
Some big bosses came and said they wanted to buy our farmland to plant rubber.
Even our house had to be sold, and there would be special resettlement houses for us to live in.
But that was where our ancestors had lived for generations, and we didn't want to sell it!
Uncle Jie Ding just called the village to ask.
Our crops have been knocked down.
The people brought by those big bosses are preparing to knock down our houses!
Many people in the village have been beaten by them. When we go back, we may see a ruin.
Our home is going to be gone!"
Chen Xinan frowned, India is forcing demolition?
He said with a straight face: "You village chief dare to sign such a contract?
How can you live without land?
If there is no contract, how dare they forcibly knock it down?
Wouldn't it be over if you called the police?"
The young man shook his head and said: "It's useless, they are a big family business.
They are high castes, and even the police dare not offend them!"
This is the Inca's deep-rooted surname hierarchy.
These humble peasants and poor people don't even have the ability to protect their homes.
Those high-caste rich people want everything from them with just one word!
Chen Xinan frowned and asked, "What kind of company is so domineering?"
The young man looked at him strangely and said, "It's the Wackeer Rubber Group!
In Inca, they are the only ones in the rubber industry!"
Chen Xinan widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "The Brahma family?"
The young man nodded sadly, "Yes!"
What a coincidence!
Chen Xinan grinned and said nothing.
The train suddenly paused, and then slowed down significantly.
The wrapped-headed man in front shouted.
The young man stood up and said to Chen Xinan, "Kind uncle, our village is coming, we are going to get off! Thank you!"
Even though it was about to enter the station and had slowed down, the train was now about 40 kilometers per hour, which was still very fast.
But these people obviously did this kind of thing often, and they all went down the escalator of the train door one by one.
Then he jumped down with his hands, ran two steps in the direction of the train, rolled on the ground, and stood up.
In order to evade the ticket, a group of farmers trained themselves into railway guerrillas, which can be regarded as an Inca feature.
No wonder they were not very nervous when their companions were knocked off the train by Chen Xin'an.
It turned out that they knew that those people would be fine.
A group of people got off the train and walked towards their village.
The young man turned his head and took a look, stunned.
Unexpectedly, Chen Xin'an also jumped off the car.
But he didn't stand firmly and fell directly to the ground!
Jie Ding shouted to him: "Ohm, what are you doing? Go! We are needed at home!"
It was already afternoon. If they didn't go back in time, not only them, but also their families, would have to spend the night in the ruins tonight!
"Kind uncle!" The young man shouted, ran over and helped Chen Xin'an up.
Everyone only then discovered Chen Xin'an and hurried over.
Jie Ding laughed and said, "Brother, no matter how powerful you are, you can't jump off a train if you haven't been trained!"
Everyone laughed.
Chen Xin'an stood up shakily, smiled, and said to everyone, "I'm just strolling around and going to your village to take a look. I won't bother you!"
Oum translated Chen Xin'an's words for everyone.
Although they were full of doubts, they didn't know what was so good about their dilapidated village.
But for this fierce general who could beat more than 20 of them alone, they didn't dare to ask too much, so they could only let him follow behind.
Just after taking two steps, they heard a plop behind them.
The master who beat 20 people alone actually lay on the ground, motionless!
"Kind uncle!" Ohm ran over and helped Chen Xin'an up from the ground.
Feeling that his body temperature was abnormal, he touched his forehead and shouted to Jie Ding:
"Uncle Jie Ding, this kind uncle's forehead is so hot! He has a fever!"
As soon as he jumped out of the car, Chen Xinan felt something was wrong with his body.
He felt heavy-headed and cold all over.
He knew he had a fever and his wound had become inflamed!
He wanted to go to a pharmacy in a big city to get some medicine, but the people of the Balosa family were in Luowa Village, so he insisted on following them.
He never thought that the disease would come like a mountain, even if he was obviously stronger than ordinary people, he couldn't bear it now!
He was always dizzy and seemed to be having nightmares all the time. There was a faint fragrance coming from his nose. Chen Xinan shouted, "Wife!" and grabbed the hand of the person in front of him!
What he was holding in his hand was indeed a woman's wrist, but it was not his wife, but the hand of an Inca girl who was only sixteen or seventeen years old.
The pair of smart big eyes were fluttering their long eyelashes at this moment, looking at him curiously but shyly.
Chen Xinan quickly let go of her hand and said to her: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!"
"I know you have been running a high fever and calling Xiruo's name. She is your wife, right?"
The girl wrung out the towel in her hand and wiped the sweat off his face.
Chen Xinan wanted to take the towel from her hand and wipe it himself, but when he raised his arm, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"Don't move!" The girl pressed his shoulder and said: "You are seriously injured. Uncle Anhe reapplied medicine and bandaged you. Now you can't move!"
Chen Xinan frowned and said to the girl: "Can you speak Chinese?"
The girl smiled and nodded and said: "Uncle Anhe taught me!
Many people in our village can speak Chinese, and they are all taught by Uncle Anhe!"
Chen Xinan remembered that on the train, Ohm told him that there was a Chinese teacher in their village.
It seems to be this Uncle Anhe.
Unexpectedly, he stayed here all the time.
The wound hurts, as if countless ants are crawling on it.
But this kind of ant is not an ordinary ant, but something like a red fire ant that can tear off a piece of flesh.
Chen Xinan slowly stretched out his hand, gently untied the gauze on his chest, reached in and touched the applied medicine, and then licked his fingers with his hand.
After a while, his face changed drastically, and he forced himself to sit up, put his hand on his chest, and wanted to tear off the gauze.
The girl stopped him and shouted: "What are you doing!
Uncle Anhe finally found the medicine to help you apply it, why do you want to tear it off?"
Chen Xinan scolded angrily: "This is not medicine, this is poison!"
The girl was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little unconvinced.
Just as Chen Xinan was about to tear off the gauze and wipe off the medicine, he heard someone at the door scolding:
"Medicine is three-quarters poison!
How to distinguish poison from medicine is to look at the combination, not the medicinal properties.
If you don't even know this, how did you learn ancient medicine?"
An old man with black hair and wrinkles on his face walked in, holding a medicine basin in his arms, and glared at Chen Xinan unhappily.
The girl called affectionately: "Uncle Anhe!"
The old man nodded and said to her: "Diva, go outside and watch me make the medicine, I'll give him acupuncture!"
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