Chapter 717 Eat! (First Update!)

After thinking about these things clearly, Amul instantly felt that his brain became very clear. There were still some chaotic lines in his mind, but at this moment he was completely caught.

He closed his eyes, tried to take a few deep breaths, and then opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the twelve people in front of him without blinking.

He saw peace in the six old people on the left. They were eating dried fruits in peace for many years, looking at Lin Yu with a smile, and at the same time looking at himself with a smile.

The six people on the right, after hearing that they were going to be sent to the shooting range for target shooting after finishing the meal, could not sit still at all. They kept twisting there wildly, but their hands seemed to be handcuffed, and their whole bodies seemed to be They were also fixed to the ground with chains. No matter how they twisted, they could not move at all.

Their movements naturally attracted the attention of the six old men opposite.

But the six old men just glanced at each other casually and stopped paying attention. Instead, they turned their attention to Lin Yu and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Lin, the farm seems to have produced several new varieties of cotton. I heard that the quality is very good and they want to promote it. They know that you have been harvesting cotton, so they want to meet you. I wonder if you are free. "

"It doesn't matter if you don't have time. Tell me, old man, and let the people from the farm come to find you."

When Lin Yu heard the words, he lowered his brows, organized the words in his heart, and then said:

"You can try planting it on a small scale, and we will purchase it at normal prices."

"But we can't increase the output too much because we need to see the quality of the cotton first."

"If the quality is good, then next year we can expand the scope and completely replace the old cotton seeds with new cotton seeds."

"But if the quality is not good, then we can only continue to use old cotton seeds."

When he spoke, the old man immediately beamed with joy. The two people sitting in the middle simply raised their hands and high-fived each other to express their joy.

After the business was finished, the boss who had been waiting at the entrance of the courtyard called for people to serve food.

The main dish is roasted whole lamb, and the side dishes are red willow skewers and beef skewers.

The fist-sized pieces of beef are skewered together, oily, and sprinkled with chili powder, which is very tempting.

The staple food is fried rice noodles and grilled mutton buns.

Because he didn't know whether Amul was a fundamentalist, Lin Yu didn't let anyone serve juice.

Instead, a pot of black tea with sugar was served.

The shop owner put some vegetables that could be eaten raw aside and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Lin, your dishes are ready. I will be guarding the door. If you need anything, just call."

The boss retreated and was about to close the door when six more strong men in uniforms walked into the yard and closed the door.

When the six strong men sat down behind the six demolition geniuses on the right, Lin Yu calmly waved his hand: "Let's eat!"

After saying that, he grabbed two large meat skewers and put them in front of Amul, then placed two grilled buns. Finally, he picked up another "Xinjiang Province Apple" and put them next to him.

After he finished putting it away, the old men on the left stood up quickly and began to disassemble the important parts of the roasted whole lamb-the sheep's eyes.

This is a special local dish for distinguished guests.

Mr. Lin was entertaining this stranger, so they couldn't lose the landlord's etiquette.

After a while, the plate in front of Amul was filled with things.

Looking at the large plate, Amul lowered his head subconsciously and glanced at his belly.

this……

This is absolutely inedible.

If I eat this whole meal, I will definitely not be able to sleep tonight, and my stomach will definitely be bloated all night long.

After watching for a while, he turned his head slightly, looked at Lin Yu next to him and asked:

"Mr. Lin, do the people here eat all these things?"

On Amul's right, Lin Yu heard this question and calmly spread his hands and pointed at the two groups next to him: "You have to ask them, don't ask me."

As he spoke, he carefully scraped off a piece of sheepskin, put the crispy piece of sheepskin into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

The roasted golden and crispy sheepskin has been sprinkled with chili powder and spices, and the teeth collide with each other, making a clicking sound.

Very crispy.

On the right, the last six men in uniforms who walked in carefully tore off a few pieces of roasted whole lamb and fed the six demolition geniuses little by little.

There was some resistance at first, but after six uniformed men pinched the backs of their necks, the six demolition ghosts chose to compromise.

The men began to eat while Amule watched.

Soon, he discovered some details.

People who don't eat meat often will subconsciously eat and drink when faced with a very abundant amount of meat.

The people on the left, based on Lin Yu's conversation with them, seem to be large local growers. They are rich, eat meat often, and can eat meat slowly and leisurely.

This is normal.

But the ones on the right have calluses on their right index fingers and tiger's mouth, and there are some cracks on their fingernails.

But even so, when these guys eat meat, they eat it slowly instead of gobbling it down.

this……

This is different from the militants I saw in Afghanistan.

Aren't regular militants supposed to be hungry for nine meals in three days?

If we are not hungry for nine meals in three days, how can we be oppressed?

After eating a baked bun and a piece of mutton, Amule slowly turned back and looked at Lin Yu with curiosity, hoping to get some answers from his friend.

But at this moment, Lin Yu's heart and eyes were full of mutton.

They didn't care about his gaze at all.

With doubt in his heart, Amul pushed the food in front of him aside, sat up straight, looked at the six people seriously, and asked in Turkish first. Seeing that the six people didn't respond, he asked in Arabic again.

Still no response.

Finally, he chose to ask in Pashto.

This time, these guys responded.

Lin Yu saw their reactions, just glanced casually, and stopped talking.

And the six people, after hearing Pashto, subconsciously looked at Lin Yu, found that Lin Yu didn't respond, and then looked behind them carefully.

The six strong men were still helping them eat mutton and feeding them.

It seemed that they didn't care about what they said just now, or they didn't understand it at all.

At this moment, the oldest man in the middle rolled his eyes and said in Pashto:

"Imam, please save us, we are also Pashtuns."

"Our ethnic group is oppressed here, so we are here and want to resist."

"But we are weak..."

The person who spoke also sighed very considerately, and then lowered his head, as if he didn't want to continue talking, as if he was too weak.

At the main seat, Amul pondered for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the blasting genius in front of him with burning eyes:

"Can you tell me how they oppress you?"

"The specific operation is their specific approach."

"My teacher is Abu, the leader of the Taliban in western Afghanistan. If possible, tell me, I can help you."

The six blasting geniuses seemed to have heard of the name Abu, especially the oldest one. After hearing this name, his eyes lit up.

I took a quick glance at Lin Yu and found that he was eating slowly with his head down. Then he whispered:

"They don't allow us to raise slaves, and they control our land and don't allow us to live the life of a manor owner."

"Allah has said in the scriptures that whatever I get should be mine."

"But they don't allow it, so we stood up bravely and started to resist."

This explosive genius made Amul scratch his head.

As for raising slaves, anyone with a normal mind and anyone who wants to develop the country will think it is a mistake.

Because this greatly restricts the flow of labor and also imprisons the labor in one place in disguise.

More importantly.

This is a modern society. Even animals like England are not allowed to raise slaves.

This is...

This is asking for hatred!

The landlords in Afghanistan don't have slaves. They all use hired farmers.

Let's talk about land...

Mr. Musa cursed the landlords in Afghanistan countless times in the dead of night when there were only a few very trusted students.

In addition to the landlords in Afghanistan, the teacher also scolded Iran, Pakistan, and India.

And these countries have one thing in common, that is, there are landlords, but the difference is more or less, enlightened or unenlightened.

When the country is developing, it wants to build a railway or a road.

When it needs to occupy arable land or forest land, enlightened people will choose to take part of the subsidies to allow the railway and road to pass.

Unenlightened people will choose to ask for a lot of money, and then make money, spend the money, and these people will jump back and continue to make money.

In the end, the money is gone.

There are no roads, no railways, and nothing.

The teacher mentioned more than once that when the country's rulers are powerful enough, they must take the land into state-owned hands, even if it is redistributed on the basis of state-owned, it is better than in the hands of landlords.

But it is a pity that no party in Afghanistan now has such ability.

So the teacher also said that many of his words are bullshit.

Now it seems that the so-called oppression is actually a group of people who want to get something for nothing, doing some damn, unrealistic fantasies.

I fantasize that I am a landlord hundreds of years ago, a king of a small country hundreds of years ago.

I can live a life of drunkenness and dream, and I can play with others at will.

Such people, such dirty thoughts, have deviated from the original intention of Allah. Whether it is from the long-term interests, international image, or the literal scriptures, they must be killed.

Forget it...

There is no hope.

Amul let out a long breath, turned his head and looked at Lin Yu:

"When will they be shot? I want to go and see."

He spoke in Pashto.

Next to him, Lin Yu was still eating mutton slowly. He heard this sudden question.

He also stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, shook his head and refused:

"It was the head that was hit. It's pretty miserable. You'd better not go and see it."

He also used Pashto, but his tone was softer and his tone was slightly slower, but it was enough for people to hear clearly.

This gentle Pashto sentence, however, fell on the heads of the six explosive geniuses like a bolt from the blue.

At this moment, even the very enthusiastic blasting genius who had been talking to Amuler just now completely gave up.

Hearing this explanation, Amuler pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "Hitting the head, right? That's really miserable."

After saying that, he lowered his head nonchalantly and slowly enjoyed the food on the plate.

The six strong men next to him also took out the keys from their bodies after Lin Yu waved his hand, pushed the six blasting geniuses aside, and opened the ground locks fixed on them.

Finally, they dragged the six people out of the yard like dragging a dead dog.

The annoying people left, and the rest of the people felt that the food was more delicious and ate faster.

The meal took more than two hours.

After eating and drinking, Amul suggested that he wanted to look around.

Lin Yu knew what he was thinking about and agreed naturally.

The two drove the car like this, wandering around the fields and villages.

When he saw a tractor plowing the field, Amul would approach, pat the shell of the tractor hard, and then ask how much the tractor cost and how much it would cost if it were in Afghanistan.

When he saw people pruning branches of fruit trees, he would run over and discuss the maintenance and planting of fruit trees, as well as the subsequent fruit cultivation issues, with the locals who could not speak Mandarin very well, using the few Mandarin words he could speak.

He asked very seriously and carefully.

He even asked Lin Yu for a notebook to write down the details he asked.

He asked questions from the afternoon until 10 o'clock in the evening. Looking at the darkening sky and the time, this Afghan who had been walking around for a day chose to find a hotel to rest.

He was not in a hurry to rest, but sorted out everything he saw today and the text he recorded under the light.

Other things are not important. Those tractors and agricultural technologies are very much needed in Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Taking these things back and carefully teaching them to others can not only help solve problems, but also increase his reputation.

Lin Yu stood by and watched him do all this silently.

After the man in front of him worked for most of the night and finally finished sorting it out in the early hours of the morning, he quietly spoke:

"Mr. Amuler, if you need agricultural technical support, I can directly help you transfer people."

"The climate here is different from yours. After you take these things back, less than 1% of them can be used."

"It may even have a counter-effect, causing the locals to lose all their money."

"So..."

After these two or three sentences, Amuler also woke up belatedly. He slowly turned his head and looked at the person behind him, his face full of hurt.

Lin Yu ignored the resentment in his eyes, but pulled a chair over and sat down beside him, crossed his legs, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Amuler, you have seen so many things today, I think it is time for us to have a chat now."

"Just like I did with your teacher, Mr. Musa, let's talk about our cooperation."

"What do you need and what can I provide you."

"Everyone talked openly and honestly, and then each went to do their own work."

"In the end, everyone was happy, what do you think?"