In a place like Kanji, Milani is just a brief microcosm of the poor and suffering people in this city.
There are more people like her than her in the entire Kanji City, not less. There are even more people who may be in even more miserable situations than hers.
Gu Qi couldn't help but think of what dissatisfied the young men and women in his country who complained about low wages and poor living standards all day long.
Compared with the people in the entire Sangha Kingdom, the young men and women in the Hua Kingdom are already living in paradise.
At least they don't have to worry about their next meal, and can sit in an air-conditioned office and order takeout instead.
Gu Qi believes that if given a choice, people like Milani would definitely be willing to spend half of their lifespan in exchange for what young men and women in China call a "dross" life.
"Milani is actually quite nice. She used to be a very cute and cheerful girl."
"I've always looked at her as a younger sister."
Jabbar seemed to be afraid that Gu Qi would misunderstand the relationship between him and Milani, so he added another sentence.
Gu Qi nodded and said, "How many people can she handle by herself?"
Jabbar knew that Gu Qi was talking about the dead people who came to look for trouble just now, so he sighed.
"OK."
"Actually...people die every day in Kanji City, from starvation, freezing, illness, and gang fights. Because too many people die and we don't have burial customs here, some small gangs
Specializing in the business of disposing of corpses."
"But in the final analysis, it's just a matter of wrapping them up casually, tying a big stone to them, and throwing the corpses into the Kanji River. After all, the Kanji River is our mother river. Throwing them in is so that they can finally return to their mother's home.
embrace."
Hearing Jabbar's words, Gu Qi felt that the Kanji River was more and more similar to the river in Curry Country. There were probably many corpses under the Kanji River.
Fortunately, she had the foresight to let Hughes go to the woods when he fetched water...
The two of them chatted all the way, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar stopped in front of the exit on the north side of the residential area.
"Here we are, right here!"
Looking at the scene in front of him, the original gloominess on Jabbar's face quickly dissipated, replaced by excitement that once again hung on his cheeks.
Following Jabbar's gaze, Gu Qi discovered that this place was something like a small market.
Starting from the north exit of the residential area, it extends forward for at least three to four hundred meters.
Gray cloth sheds were built on both sides of the red mud road. Under the sheds was an unfolded snakeskin bag, which was filled with a variety of goods.
The place was crowded with people, the shouts of small traders and hawkers were endless, and there were also many children with dusty faces and big nose bubbles chasing and playing among them.
Before entering the market, Gu Qi asked about the extremely strong smell.
It was the smell of sweat from countless people mixed with some kind of unpleasant stench. After being baked by the high temperature, the smell filling the air suddenly became self-evident...
Gu Qi followed Jabbar through the crowd.
Her eyes swept randomly around the stalls.
There are sellers of slippers, clothes, and hardware and miscellaneous items here, but judging from the condition and appearance of these clothes, most of them are second-hand clothes imported from unknown sources.