novelpos Chapter 1702 Slums
Chapter 1702 Slums
Zhao Zhuwei had a puzzled expression.
But Yang Feng did not continue to explain and walked outside with Zhao Zhuwei.
Zhao Zhuwei could only follow Yang Feng, but her eyes were curiously observing everything unfamiliar around her.
Airport gate.
The taxis here are visibly shabby, and many of them are second-hand cars shipped from other countries.
In addition, there are many very special human-powered tricycles.
In fact.
In a country like this, new cars are very rare.
In fact, most of their cars are eliminated or even scrapped from other countries, shipped here for repair and then resold.
But even so, in a country like this, if you can own an 18th-hand car, you are definitely considered wealthy in the local area.
Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei found a human-powered tricycle.
The man pulling the cart was a local black man.
These drivers, like Hua Xia before, came over enthusiastically trying to pick up customers.
Zhao Zhuwei simply got on the tricycle and deliberately felt the not-so-fast speed.
A tricycle was driving on this dilapidated road, heading towards the slums.
At this time, Yang Feng tried to communicate with him using the language he had learned before.
In Africa, French is usually more popular.
After Yang Feng spoke in French, the scooter driver indeed understood a little, but he still seemed a little confused.
"Hello, I'm from China."
Yang Feng changed the language, which was Arabic.
The driver understood what he heard and said excitedly, "You! You know our language! You speak our local dialect really well!"
This may be a compliment.
Only Zhao Zhuwei was watching in amazement. She pulled Yang Feng's arm and asked, "Hey, when did you learn Arabic?"
"Didn't I tell you this before?"
"I never said that!"
"I'll teach you some other day."
"I won't learn it. You can just be my translator, hehe."
Zhao Zhuwei chuckled.
Yang Feng shook his head, helplessly, and could only chat with the young man again: "By the way, this should be your largest city, right?"
“Yes, this is our capital.”
"How far is it from here to the city?"
"Not too far, just a few kilometers away."
"That is to say, this place is only a few kilometers away from the urban area of your capital..."
Yang Feng was a little surprised.
In such a place, such slums are still preserved.
The driver looked at Yang Feng strangely and asked, "Sir, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here for tourism. Please drop me off near the settlement ahead."
Yang Feng did not directly say that the place was a slum.
The driver felt very strange, but still said: "It doesn't matter, that's my home."
"Is it your house?!"
"Yes."
"Could you please take me on a tour?"
Yang Feng suddenly asked.
The driver pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Well... I still need to work..."
"I can pay you."
"real?!"
The driver couldn't hide his excitement and said, "My name is Kofi, you..."
"My name is Yang Feng, I just want to take a walk near your house, is that okay?"
Yang Feng asked.
Coffey nodded quickly and said, "Of course no problem."
He agreed excitedly.
Immediately afterwards, he pedaled much faster.
The tricycle stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house in the slums.
Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei endured the bumpy ride and got out of the car.
The two looked around again, and the scene before them shocked them a little.
The simple houses built of wood or mud are crookedly crowded together, looking a little shaky in the sun.
Turbid liquid slowly flows in the sewage ditch, and rotten garbage piles up like a mountain. In a dim hut of less than ten square meters, a family of old and young huddled on a worn straw mat.
Children chased and played in the narrow alleys, while adults, with hunched backs, worked silently in the shadow of the huts.
"This is not a place to live, it's just a garbage dump..."
Zhao Zhuwei muttered.
Yang Feng looked around. Fortunately, Kofi came back and asked quickly, "Mr. Yang, where do you want to go?"
"Nothing, I just want to ask, why do you want to settle here? I see there's a garbage dump next to it."
Yang Feng looked at the mountains of garbage in the distance.
From Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei's perspective, they could just move to another place to settle down, so why would they build a house next to this garbage dump?
What Yang Feng saw was that many people even found some wooden sticks and built their houses on top of the garbage, as if they did it on purpose.
When Kofi heard Yang Feng's words, a little loneliness appeared on his face, and then he said: "Sir, your country is very developed, you will not understand us."
“Our country is not a developed country.”
"No, no, no, I've heard of you."
Kofi shook his head, looked at the garbage dump in the distance, and said, "Is there a place like this in your country?"
“This is…”
Yang Feng was a little silent.
He had indeed never seen one, and even if he had, it couldn't be of such a scale.
Kofi lowered his head and said, "Sir, you may not know that although we live in this garbage dump and its stench has caused us a lot of trouble, we have gotten used to it."
"I can see that."
Yang Feng looked at the happy people around him, as well as those who were eating unknown things.
These people seemed completely unaffected by the foul smell in the air.
Coffey walked in front and said, "Sir, can I take you up there for a walk?"
"Thank you."
Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei followed and walked towards the garbage mountain.
Zhao Zhuwei wanted to cover her nose.
But Yang Feng looked at her and signaled her not to do that.
Zhao Zhuwei could only give up this idea at this time and did not do anything disrespectful to the locals.
The two of them followed and walked up the garbage mountain together.
The entire garbage mountain is more than twenty meters high.
It is so wide that it is as big as several football fields.
Further away, Yang Feng could still see garbage trucks constantly carrying garbage towards here.
Coffey brought them to the top of the garbage mountain. After looking around, Yang Feng discovered that whether it was the elderly, children, or young people, they were all walking on the top of the garbage mountain, looking for something.
Yang Feng was a little confused and asked, "What are they looking for?"
"Sir, this is why we live here."
"You mean... you live here to, scavenge?"
Yang Feng seemed to understand what Kofi meant.
As he was speaking, two children in the distance suddenly started fighting.