Chapter 1672 - 1672: 1672
At this moment, Liu Zhizhong felt a surge of compassion within his heart.
To be honest, the indigenous people of Vallebang have countless connections with the ethnic groups in our country.
Whether Han or other ethnicities, many of their descendants have been passed down through generations in Vallebang.
Due to various historical reasons, such as fleeing, exile, or being driven away by rulers.
In short, they are our blood relatives. Seeing the kind of life people lead in the subtropical rainforest, Liu Zhizhong felt some pain, further firming his grand ideas.
Such ideas, indeed, are grand narratives, but he was ready to start penning the chapters, hehe...
While driving his three-wheeler, Liu Zhizhong glanced in the rearview mirror at Ruan Yu, the girl swaying like a flower in the back of the carriage, and couldn't help but say, "Ah-Yu, tell me, if one day, these farmers herding cattle, tilling fields, and harvesting bananas could, at 60, retire without working, and still get thousands of M Coin as a pension monthly to cover food, clothing, housing, and medical care, wouldn't that feel nice?"
His fluent local dialect really made Liu Zhizhong just like Chi Zhongshui! When he dreamed, he decided never to think in the national language again, but first blend in using the local one; later, he could speak the national language and even English!
Liu Zhizhong even longed for the day he could stand on the grand stage of the United Nations, demonstrating to the world the demeanor of the founder of the Wale Republic in fluent English!
Ruan Yu listened, greatly shocked but also found it somewhat amusing, "Brother Shui, are you kidding with me? Here, farmers are just farmers! Where's the retirement? Who's going to give thousands in pensions? The warlords? If they fought a bit less and gave more money for conscription or providing labor forces, that would already be something to thank heaven for! Brother Shui, what you're saying is truly amusing..."
Liu Zhizhong could only chuckle, saying nothing more, focusing on driving his three-wheeler!
Such grand narratives indeed might not be suitable for an 18-year-old girl studying medicine.
Of course, Liu Zhizhong thought, for the indigenous people of this rainforest, 99.99% of them might think it's a big joke, right? Since these people haven't received much education, their basic right to education can't even be guaranteed, alas... Life for them is just being born, living, and nothing more.
The only ones enjoying the right to education are the warlords and their children and grandchildren. Education just teaches them how to exploit the common people.
Upon reaching Liangjia Chong, glancing around, haha, it indeed was a big town.
In the open plains of the rainforest, everywhere were low sandy brick houses and wooden huts for the poor, nothing over four stories.
The tallest buildings in town might be the four lookout towers of the stationed military troops?
Of course, bicycles/motorcycles/three-wheelers were the main modes of transport in town. There were some cars, but very few. Buses, though present, looked very old and worn.
In a blink, Liu Zhizhong felt like he had returned to the early 80s in his home country. Indeed, the big town was also poor and underdeveloped.
However, there were still telecom services here, internet cafes, hospitals/restaurants, and all were available.
Guided directly by Ruan Yu, Liu Zhizhong entered the town and went to buy medicine first...