The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1242 The Farm of Justice (31)

"Squeak, squeak..."

The wind blew the dilapidated door panel, making a harsh noise that disturbed the dream. When Bruce opened his eyes, the morning light shone in through the window glass with a corner missing.

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 clutched 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 movement, looked at Bruce with sleepy eyes, and woke up the next second, looked at Bruce with some concern and asked, "What's the matter, has your wound burst open again?" ?”

Bruce shook his head slightly, lay back and said, "I feel like I have a stiff neck."

Clark sat up, sighed, stood up and walked to the door, making room for Bruce, before reaching out to pull Bruce up.

The room the two were in was a guest room in an old post hotel, but there was no bed here, only a row of wooden shelves about a fist high, the kind of slatted shelves that were padded under the cargo boxes. A battered mattress, with springs protruding from the side, scratching Clark's clothes.

Diana lived next door, and there was a bed in her room, but it wasn't two gentlemen who gave her that room, it was the opposite. man bruce.

And Diana's own room only had a bed frame and no mattress. Diana had to use the skills of living in the Amazon to make herself a hammock with plastic sheeting, so she could barely sleep for a night.

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

But the most frightening thing is that there is almost no infrastructure in the areas outside the city, not to mention water and electricity, and many places do not even have roads. This is the case where the three of Bruce are located.

That's right, this is not an abandoned station, it's still open, and there are even a lot of customers, and more importantly, this is the only place within a radius of dozens of kilometers that has a telephone line.

Hal asked the three of them to stay here and wait for him first. He had to rely on his Green Lantern ability to search all over the mountains and plains for where Oliver is now, and let the three of them go there after he found it.

Because the infrastructure is too backward, it is not a joke that the communication mainly depends on roaring. After learning that the Guadalajara New Democratic Army led by Oliver has been relying on manpower and radio for a long time, Bruce three People think that there is nothing to complain about such accommodation conditions.

Bruce, Clark, and Diana gathered in Diana's room. The bed frame here could be used as a table. Clark roasted some corn with heat rays for breakfast. Diana asked the owner of the inn for some water. After the three of them washed up, they 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 this place and the original forest is that the resources are not as rich as the original forest."

Diana pursed her lips and said: "You may have misunderstood the virgin forest. The Amazon has electricity and running water pipes. We maintain the style of primitive life just because we are used to doing so, and it can bring us tourism benefits. "

"Amazon is not incapable of modernization, but modernization is useless. We are not a resource-based country, and we cannot engage in industry. Most of the economy depends on tourism."

"If it is similar to most cities in the world, then no one will come to travel. Tourists like to experience the life of primitive people, so we will maintain this kind of life, but this is obviously not the case here."

"In the more prosperous cities in Mexico, there are many slums without water and electricity, not to mention the rural areas in the mountains and forests? Let alone whether they have money to build, gangs and drug lords were rampant here a few months ago. Under actual control, construction is just empty talk."

Bruce said while gnawing on the 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 the corn was beyond his imagination, and it was quite delicious.

Clark shook the corn in his hand and said, "Our family has also grown this variety of corn. It is especially suitable for eating directly after cooking, or brushing with some sauce to make roasted corn, but the corn grown here is better than my home. , Mexico really deserves to be the country of corn.”

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

"If you don't clean up the gangsters, you won't be able to actually control these areas, and you won't be able to build, but the more you can't build, the more backward you will be here, and you won't be able to provide the economy. Without the economy, there will be no money. Without money, there will be no money." There is no way to drive out the gangs, and the more you have to rely on the drug economy, this is simply an endless loop.”

"While Oliver has opened up some ground, how much is there in a region like Latin America? There is a long way to go."

The three of them chatted about the current situation in Latin America while nibbling corn. Soon, a green portal appeared in the room. Hal led Oliver out of the portal. Oliver’s current appearance was a little scary admit.

When Oliver was living on a deserted island, he really looked embarrassed and haggard. The years of surviving on a deserted island have washed away the pampering that belonged to the children of the rich family on him, but the experience in Mexico during this period seems to have reshaped his personality. .

Oliver was wearing a dark brown short-sleeved shirt that Mexicans like to wear, a vest draped over his shoulders, and a bootleg Yankees baseball cap that had faded.

He has lost a lot of weight, and his whole body seems to have only a skeleton left. His eyes are deeply sunken in the eye sockets, and he is a little tanned. He looks like he is ten years older, but at the same time, there is a gleam in his eyes. An astonishing brilliance.

Oliver and Bruce froze when they saw each other.

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

Oliver has become more energetic, but Bruce has a little more relaxation and laziness. The changes in the two seem to run in opposite directions, but they seem to lead to the same goal by different routes.

These two American playboys and famous young masters, after going through thousands of trials and tribulations, when they saw each other again, they could read a trace of the vicissitudes of life from the sympathy in each other's eyes. charm.

Oliver and Bruce didn't say anything, but they seemed to have said everything. The two stepped forward and hugged. Oliver glanced at Clark and Diana. It was obvious that Hal had already explained to him.

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

The villagers who come and go are basically dark-skinned, wearing dark short-sleeved or plaid shirts, and sun hats on their heads. With things in their hands, they left with just a quick glance at Bruce.

Oliver pointed to the south of the village and said: "There is a tributary of the Ameka River over there. This is a camp we have 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 finishing speaking, he looked around and shouted a few words in local dialect at the entrance of the village, and a thin young man hurried over.

He is a brown-skinned Latino, skinny and skinny, so his head looks big, but from the tight muscle lines of his arms, it can be seen that he should have been engaged in manual labor for a long time, and his face has many signs of wind and sun. But it can be seen from his facial features that he is not very old.

The amazing thing about the Latina's appearance is that when he doesn't smile, it makes people feel very fierce, but once he smiles, he has the enthusiasm and boldness unique to Latin America.

Oliver patted the young man on the back and said, "This is Gonzales. Well, there are about six Gonzales in the whole village. This surname is too common here. Just call him Xiao Pu."

The young Mexican boy smiled shyly and shook Bruce's hand.Said in poor English: "Welcome to Vikala, this is our new base."

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

"I selected a large piece 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 gangs, and I planted poppies for them. Now I plan to switch to food. .”

As Oliver said, he led a few people to visit the village. He lowered the brim of his hat and said, "We are not short of food now, but we must plant this land well, because we want to demonstrate to everyone, isn't it Only by listening to the gangsters to plant poppies can you earn money to support yourself, and it is also possible to grow food."

Oliver stopped in his tracks, looked back at a few people and said: "Actually, many people who followed me didn't believe in this. For a long time, the Mexican government no longer supported agriculture, and they and the gangs The tug-of-war has hurt the interests of many farmers and caused them to lose all their land."

"Now that I propose to plant food again, they doubt that I will follow the old path of the Mexican government. We must come up with an effective plan, not only to plant, but also to plant well, not only to produce, but also to be able to sell away."

Oliver spread his hands and said: "Just killing drug lords or occupying their land is useless. It is not difficult to eliminate the drug industry. The difficulty is how to find a new industry to replace it."

"Only a brand-new industry that is better than drug manufacturing and drug trafficking can get a foothold on this land, and it can solve the problem of evil breeding from the root."

"I uprooted the poppies on this land and restored the land to its ancient appearance, but if new seeds cannot be planted as soon as possible, so that the people here can fill their stomachs with longer-lasting and sustainable labor, that would be a crime." The flower never really fades away."

Along with Oliver's words, Bruce looked into the distance.

The lofty blue sky is intertwined with blue and purple, clear and translucent like gems, and the golden morning light through the clouds silhouettes the giant trees and cacti.

The farmers carrying farm tools set off one after another. Taking advantage of the twilight of the morning light, they stepped across the field ridges, and their rough hands passed through the wind in the field, grabbed a thread, and led them to use labor to create a better life. Desire is like holding a cloud.

There is no piece of land in this world that is evil, Bruce thought, the land unconditionally nourishes every seed and the person who planted the seed, and it is a rare fair thing in the world that you will get what you plant.

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

Standing on the ridge and looking at the field, Bruce realized that spring had really come when he felt the hope in his heart.

(End of this chapter)