Chapter 1249: The Farm of Justice (31)

"Squeak, squeak..."

The wind blew the worn-out door, making a harsh noise that disturbed people's sleep. When Bruce opened his eyes, the morning light shone in through the window glass with a missing corner.

Just as he was about to get up from the ground, he felt a sharp pain at the junction of his neck and shoulders. Bruce covered his neck and let out a short and low cry of pain.

Clark, who was sleeping next to him, woke up when he heard the noise and looked at Bruce with sleepy eyes. The next second he woke up and looked at Bruce with some concern and asked, "What's wrong? Did your wound break open again?"

Bruce shook his head gently, lay back and said, "I think I have a stiff neck."

Clark sat up and sighed. He stood up and walked to the door, making some room for Bruce, and then reached out to pull Bruce up.

The room they were in was a guest room in an old post house, but there was no bed here, only a row of wooden frames about the height of a fist, the kind of slatted frames that were placed under the cargo box, with a worn-out mattress on it, and springs sticking out from the side, scratching Clark's clothes.

Diana lived next door, and there was a bed in her room, but it was not the two men who showed their gentlemanly spirit and gave her the room. The situation was just the opposite. It was Diana who gave the room with the mattress to Bruce, an ordinary person.

And Diana's own room only had a bed frame but no mattress. Diana had to use the skills of living in the Amazon to make a hammock for herself with plastic cloth to sleep for a night.

Latin America is actually not as backward as many people imagine, and there are still many decent big cities.

But the most terrifying thing is that there is almost no infrastructure outside the city, let alone water and electricity, and many places don't even have roads, such as the place where Bruce and the other two are.

That's right, this is not an abandoned post station, it is still in business, and there are even many guests. More importantly, this is the only place with a telephone line within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

Hal asked the three to stay here and wait for him. He had to rely on his Green Lantern ability to search all over the mountains and fields for where Oliver is now, and then let the three go after finding him.

Because the infrastructure is so backward, it is not a joke that communication mainly relies on shouting. When Bruce and the other two learned that the Guadalajara New Democratic Army led by Oliver had relied on manpower and radio for communication for a long time, they felt that there was nothing to complain about such accommodation conditions.

Bruce, Clark and Diana gathered in Diana's room. The bed frame here can be used as a table. Clark roasted a few corns for breakfast with heat rays. Diana asked the owner of the post station for some clean water. After washing, the three began to eat corn around the table.

"To be honest, the conditions here are indeed a bit beyond my imagination." Clark shook his head and said, "The only difference between here and the primeval forest is that the resources are not as rich as in the primeval forest."

Diana pursed her lips and said, "You may have some misunderstandings about the primeval forest. The Amazon has electricity and running water. We maintain the style of primitive life just because we are used to doing so, and it can bring us tourism income."

"It's not that the Amazon is incapable of modernization, but it's useless to modernize. We are not a resource-based country, and we can't develop industry. Most of our economy depends on tourism."

"If we do it like the big countries in the world, Some cities are similar, so no one will come to travel. Tourists like to experience the life of primitive people, so we keep living like this, but it is obviously not the case here. "

"There are many slums without water and electricity in the more prosperous cities in Mexico, let alone this kind of rural area in the mountains and forests? Let alone whether they have money to build. A few months ago, gangs were rampant and drug lords were rampant here. Construction is just empty talk without actual control. "

Bruce said while chewing corn. He chewed the corn kernels in his mouth and looked down at the corn cob in his hand with some surprise. The taste of corn exceeded his imagination. It was still delicious.

Clark shook the corn in his hand and said, "We have also grown this variety of corn. It is especially suitable for eating directly after cooking, or brushing some sauce on it to make grilled corn, but the corn grown here is more delicious than my home. Mexico is indeed worthy of being the country of corn."

Diana nodded, obviously agreeing with what Clark said, but soon, a trace of sadness appeared on her face, and she said:

"If the gangs are not cleared out, there is no way to actually control these areas, and there is no way to build. But the more we can't build, the more backward this place will be. We can't provide the economy. Without the economy, there is no money. The less money we have, the less we can drive the gangs out, and the more we have to rely on the drug economy. This is simply a vicious circle."

"Although Oliver has opened up some situations, how many regions like Latin America are there? It's really a long way to go."

The three of them were eating corn while chatting about the current situation in Latin America. Soon, a green portal appeared in the room, and Hal walked out of the portal with Oliver. Oliver's current appearance made people a little unrecognizable.

When Oliver was stranded on the deserted island, he did look very embarrassed and haggard. The years of survival on the deserted island had washed away the pampered life of a rich kid in him, and his experience in Mexico during this period seemed to have reshaped his personality.

Oliver was wearing a dark brown short-sleeved shirt that Mexicans like to wear, a vest on his shoulders, and a pirated Yankees baseball cap that had faded a little on his head.

He had lost a lot of weight, and the whole person seemed to be only a skeleton. His eyes were deeply sunken in his eye sockets and were a little tanned. He looked like he was ten years older, but at the same time, his eyes exuded a surprising brilliance.

When Oliver and Bruce saw each other, they were both stunned.

Bruce's appearance had also changed a little. He went to the slums of Gotham and lost a lot of weight. Although he later strengthened his muscles through nutrition supplements and fitness, he was different from when they first met.

Oliver became more energetic, but Bruce was more relaxed and lazy. The changes in the two seemed to go in opposite directions, but more like the same end.

After going through a lot of hardships, these two American playboys and famous young masters saw each other again, and they could read a hint of the vicissitudes of life from the mutual appreciation in each other's eyes.

Oliver and Bruce said nothing, but it seemed that they had said everything. The two walked up and hugged each other. Oliver glanced at Clark and Diana. Obviously, Hal had already told him.

Several people walked into the portal together. When they reappeared, Bruce found himself in a village. The village was very small and could be seen from south to north at a glance, but it was quite neat and orderly.

The villagers who came and went were mostly dark-skinned, wearing dark short-sleeved shirts or plaid shirts, and wearing sun hats on their heads. Their clothes were not new and were a little gray. They looked at outsiders with a somewhat unfriendly look, but everyone had something to do, so they just glanced at Bruce and left.

Oliver pointed to the south of the village and said, "Over there is a tributary of the Ameka River. This is a camp we recently opened up, borrowing a corner on the edge of a small village here, and it is also the hometown of one of our members."

After saying that, he looked around and shouted a few words in dialect at the entrance of the village, and a thin young man hurried over.

He was a brown-skinned Latino, skinny and bony, so his head looked big, but from the tight muscle lines of his arms, it can be seen that he should have been engaged in physical labor for a long time, and there were many traces of wind and sun on his face, but from his facial features, it can be seen that he is not very old.

The magic of the Latino appearance is that when he doesn't smile, people feel very fierce, but once he smiles, he has the unique enthusiasm and unrestrainedness of Latin America.

Oliver patted the young man on the back and said, "This is Gonzalez. Well, there are about six Gonzalez in the whole village. This surname is too common here. You can just call him Little Pu."

The young Mexican boy smiled shyly and shook hands with Bruce. In not very fluent English, he said: "Welcome to Vikara, this is our new base."

Oliver continued his words: "Vikara Village is one of the 26 villages in this land that we actually control. Although it is not the largest, it has the best geographical location and the most farmland around it."

"I selected a large area of ​​land near the Ameca River on the west side of the village as an experimental field. More than half of the area there was previously controlled by the Guadalajara gang, who planted poppies for them, and now I plan to plant grain instead."

As Oliver said this, he led a few people to visit the village. He lowered the brim of his hat and said: "We are not actually short of food now, but we must plant this land well, because we want to demonstrate to everyone that it is not only listening to the gangs to plant poppies to make money to support ourselves, but also planting grain."

Oliver stopped, looked back at a few people and said: "In fact, many people who follow me don't believe this. For a long time, Mexico The government no longer supports agriculture, and the tug-of-war between them and the gangs has damaged the interests of many farmers, causing them to lose both people and land. "

"Now I propose to grow crops again, and they doubt whether I will follow the old path of the Mexican government. We must come up with an effective plan. Not only must we grow crops, but we must grow them well, and not only must we produce crops, but we must also be able to sell them."

Oliver spread his hands and said, "It is useless to just kill drug lords or occupy their land. It is not difficult to eliminate the drug industry. The difficulty lies in how to find a new industry to replace it."

"Only a brand-new industry that is better than drug production and trafficking can take root on this land and solve the problem of the breeding of evil from the root."

"I uprooted the poppies on this land and restored the land to its ancient appearance. But if I can't plant new seeds as soon as possible and let the people here fill their stomachs with more long-term sustainable labor, the flowers of evil will never really disappear."

As Oliver spoke, Bruce looked into the distance.

The high blue sky is interwoven with blue and purple, clear and bright like a gem. The golden morning light shines through the clouds, silhouettes the giant trees and cacti. The primitive style of this ancient land does not need any decoration, and it is stunningly beautiful.

The farmers carrying farm tools set out one after another. Taking advantage of the morning light, they stepped on the ridges of the fields. Their rough hands passed through the wind in the fields and grabbed a line, holding their simple desire to create a better life with labor, like holding a cloud.

There is no land in this world that is sinful, Bruce thought. The land unconditionally nourishes every seed and the person who plants the seeds. What seeds you plant will give you what fruits. This is a rare fair thing in the world.

The so-called cursed land is just the unwilling slander of those sins that have been cleared. The land does not hate anyone and always welcomes the next spring with hope.

Bruce, standing on the ridge and looking at the fields, felt a little hope in his heart, and he understood that spring is really coming.

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