The night in Nagalil is very dark, and the stars are especially shining. Unlike the Baylor Federation, the colorful neon lights at night will cover the original sky.

　　The dazzling starry sky is reflected on the curtain of the night sky. When people look at the stars in the sky, it is inevitable that they will gradually be attracted by it and shocked by it!

　　 Aser looked at the peaceful night outside through the transparent glass window, but the waves in his mind were shaking.

　　 is different after all, the civilized world and the barbaric world are different after all!

　　 In fact, he was mentally prepared before he came back, but he was still careless.

　　 The Nagalil in his memory seems to have disappeared, his memory of the past has become blurred, and most of the things are happy-joy in suffering.

　　The happy emotions generated in pain make people remember for longer, so his memories of his hometown are more positive and cheerful. The memory seems to deliberately erase the unpleasant facts.

　　 During the years of living in the Federation, he has gradually adapted to being a civilized person in a civilized world. Although the Federation has all sorts of unbearable and discriminatory overt and secret, it is a civilized country after all.

　　They use the law to protect all the weak and restrain the strong. Even if people are rotten in their bones, they at least maintain their nobility on the surface.

　　 He has begun to adapt, although it may not be an ideal country there.

　　 But here, Nagalil, everything seems to have not progressed, the barbaric is still barbaric.

　　 The policemen, who carried sticks and beat and drove away passers-by, just to make it easy for the powerful cars to pass. In fact, their real job should be to protect the people, but they did not do so.

　　 In order to expand the yard, he demolished other people's houses and drove them out, and treated these things as talks to show off. What kind of indifferent people can do such things?

　　 Just because he habitually said "thank you", his father and elder brother thought that his elder brother's wife was seduce him, so that the poor woman would dedicate her life to satisfy her brother's **** desires at night...

　　 is too terrible, too savage!

　　 When a person has started to learn and is used to sitting on the side of a table covered with tablecloths, using exquisite utensils to serve food, and playing with exquisite tableware to enjoy the carefully cooked food, it is difficult for him to accept the life of drinking blood.

　　 He will be sick when he sees those **** pieces of meat, he will be sick when he sees those corpses, and he will be sick when he sees things in his mouth.

　　 I don't know when, Aser fell asleep. No one called him to get up the next day. He slept until almost eleven o'clock before getting up.

In Nagalil, with the exception of a few people who have a job in a factory, most people are engaged in casual labor and farming. Generally speaking, the pace of life is actually not fast. As long as you are not afraid of being hungry, you do not get up until noon or even in the afternoon. It's not impossible.

After Asl got up, the bad smell and body odor in his nose made him suffer again. He changed his clothes. He felt that he also had this smell on his body. When he came out of the bedroom and walked downstairs, His expression froze when he stood at the gate.

　　 His eldest brother’s wife didn’t know who was hung from a tree in the yard. Aser’s brothers were watching. His eldest brother was beating the poor woman with a whip.

　　 Every whip was whipped very loudly, and the woman silently endured it. She bit her lip, her lips were bleeding, her eyes were a little loose, as if she might faint anytime and anywhere.

　　 Aser’s mother, and other brothers’ wives knelt aside, witnessing this somewhat ritual punishment throughout.

　　 When the last whip was finished, Aser’s eldest brother put away the whip and handed it to his brother beside him. He glanced at the hanging woman indifferently and untied the rope that bound her hands.

The woman slumped to the ground. A few seconds later, she braced herself and knelt in front of brother Aser, with her hands facing down and palms facing up on the ground, she kissed her husband’s toes, and finally Put your forehead against the ground.

This is a standard procedure for repenting for what you did wrong, but only for women. Aser’s eldest brother shook his shoulders. His arms and shoulders were a little sore when he whipped his whip. He turned around. I saw Aser.

　　 The indifferent face was suddenly full of smiles, it was a smile from the heart, Aser recognized this kind of smile, because he had also had it on his face.

　　 "My brother, how is your sleep?" He walked up to Aser and embraced Aser with open arms, but this hug did not give Aser some warmth.

　　 Aser’s expression was sluggish for about a second before he reacted, “Very good, I always think about home when I’m outside, and I feel pretty good when I come back...”

　　 His brother nodded nonchalantly, "It must be the best in hometown, this is your home, you and us...", he said, holding Asl's shoulders while walking towards the house.

　　 As he walked, he said, "Let’s have lunch first. After lunch, I will take you to our factory. Maybe you are interested in these things."

This sentence did catch Aser’s attention. He did not expect that his father and these brothers who had hardly studied had a factory. His occupation made him a little sensitive, so he asked casually. "What kind of business is in the factory?"

　　 "Recycling and processing!", the two walked into the hall, and Aser's eldest brother said proudly, "We have opened up some relationships. This business is not easy. We also spent a lot of money on this..."

　　 In his introduction, Aser finally understood that the money he sent back over the years was not saved by them or used for eating, drinking, and having fun.

　　 When some people have certain characteristics or qualifications, someone will come to the door to make money for them.

　　 Since Aser’s father showed off that his son became a "foreigner" everywhere, he gradually gained some local fame, so some people came to him.

　　It is impossible for any society to operate absolutely in the way planned by the rule-makers. There will always be some aliens. There are also such people in Nagalil. They are like speculators.

　　 They are uncomfortable with the status quo and want to change their situation. Without breaking the rules of Nagalil, they will try their best to make money and improve their status.

　　 The people who found Aser’s father were such a group of people. They were not well-known, but they took a fancy to a business and wanted to let Aser’s father stand for them.

　　 They don’t need Asl’s father to pay extra, they can enjoy half of the income of the entire business!

　　 Aser’s father agreed without thinking about it for too long. At least he can guarantee that even if the other party is a liar, he will not lose anything.

　　This business will be recycled.

A large number of "gold wares" are born in religious activities every year. These gold wares are not actually made entirely of gold. Some are coated with a layer of gold, and some are just ground gold into fine powder and mixed with some lacquer. On the surface of some utensils.

　　 The former is often the way of the rich, while the latter is the choice of people with slightly better family conditions. In fact, there are also subdivisions.

　　How many times the gold paint is painted also represents different family status. The "goldenware" that the most common family enshrines to the gods is not only small, but the gold paint is also painted once.

　　 Those with richer families will enshrine larger "gold wares", and the golden paint will be painted several to dozens of times.

　　The gold-clad "goldenware" is easy to handle, just tear off the outermost layer of gold, but the gold that is made of gold paint and brushed on the surface of the vessel is not easy to handle.

　　 If you want to say that these things are not valuable, they are really not cheap, but if you want to say how expensive they are, it doesn’t seem to be enough.

　　 Plus, the recycling method is very troublesome. The major temples do not personally handle these things. They will pack these "golden artifacts" to some recycling factories and let them do it.

　　 said it was a factory, but in fact it was a small workshop.

　　 In the past, the way people reclaimed gold paint was to smash and grind the powder as a whole, and then select the bottom layer of gold powder with relatively high purity through natural layering, and then recast it into gold ingots after calcination.

　　 Now these problems are easy to solve. With the development of foreign science and technology, some chemical things have gradually appeared in Nagalil.

　　 Through a chemical reagent that is prohibited for civilian use and abuse in many countries in the world, it is easy to decompose the chemical components in the gold paint and let the gold sink to the bottom.

When I heard these contents, Aser's expression was already a bit solemn. After eating hastily, he and his eldest brother drove to the factory~lightnovelpub.net~ There are still more than 100 meters away from the factory. A pungent odor can be smelled from the distance of the distance. When the two parked their cars in the yard and watched the workers come into contact with various chemicals without any protective measures, Aser's heart was touched. NS.

　　 People's numb faces don't seem to see any emotional fluctuations. They don't even care about their ulcerated or deformed hands. They just keep repeating their work.

　　 Those white and ulcerated hands that had been soaked in chemical agents came and went in and out of various liquids, and Aser's heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by something.

His elder brother didn’t seem to notice the change in the expression on Aser’s face, and still happily introduced everything here. He also took Aser to his office and introduced Aser to the others in the office. And opened the safe for him.

　　 The neat square boxes of gold bricks in the safe are said to be gold bricks, but in fact they should be gold pieces. These gold bricks are only about half a centimeter thick and the size of a palm, filled with a heart-pounding luster.

　　 "Look, this is our business!" In his ostentatious tone, he couldn't feel the man's awe for life in front of him.

　　 A familiar and unfamiliar country.

　　 A group of familiar and strange people.

　　 The only thing that remains unchanged may be the essence of pursuing interests!

　　

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