Chapter 293
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The night in najal is very dark and the stars are particularly shining. Unlike the Baile Federation, the colorful neon lights will cover the original sky at night.
The bright starry sky is reflected on the curtain of the night sky. When people look at the stars, they will inevitably be gradually attracted and shocked by it!
ASR looked at the peaceful night through the transparent glass window, but the waves in his mind were startling.
After all, it is different. The civilized world and the barbaric world are different after all!
In fact, he was ready before he came back, but he was careless.
His memory of nagary seems to have disappeared, his memory of the past has become blurred, and most things are happy - having fun in hardship.
The happy mood generated in the pain can be remembered for a longer time, so his memories of his hometown are relatively positive and cheerful. The memory seems to deliberately erase those unpleasant facts.
In 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 kinds of unbearable, overt and covert discrimination, 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 nobility on the surface.
He has begun to adapt, although it may not be an ideal country.
But here, nagariel, everything seems to have not made progress, and the barbaric is still barbaric.
The police who beat and drove passers-by with sticks just to let the powerful cars pass easily. In fact, their real job should be to protect the people, but they didn't do so.
In order to expand the yard, he pushed down other people's houses and drove them out. He also showed off these things as talk. How can indifferent people do such things?
Just because he habitually said "thank you", his father and elder brother thought that his elder brother's wife was seducing him, and let the poor woman devote herself in the evening to satisfy his brother's lust
It's terrible, it's barbaric!
When a person has begun to learn and is used to sitting at the table with tablecloth and exquisite utensils, playing with exquisite tableware to enjoy carefully cooked food, it is difficult for him to accept the life of drinking blood.
He would be disgusted to see those bloody meat pieces, to see those corpses, and to put things into his mouth.
I don't know when ASR fell asleep. The next day, no one asked him to get up. He didn't get up until almost eleven o'clock.
In nagariel, except for a few people who have a job in the factory, most people are engaged in casual work and farming. Generally speaking, the pace of life is not fast. As long as they are not afraid of hunger, it is not impossible to sleep until noon or even in the afternoon.
After ASR got up, the rancid smell and body odor in his nose made him suffer again. He changed his clothes. He felt that he also had this smell. When he came out of the bedroom, went downstairs and stood at the gate, his expression suddenly solidified.
His eldest brother's wife was hanging from a tree in the yard. ASR's brothers were watching. His eldest brother beat the poor woman with a whip.
Every whip is very loud. The woman bears it silently. She bites her lips tightly. Her lips have been bleeding. Her eyes are a little lax, as if she might faint anytime and anywhere.
ASR's mother and the wives of other brothers knelt aside and witnessed the somewhat ceremonial punishment.
When the last whip was finished, ASR's eldest brother put away the whip and handed it to his brother. He looked at the hanging woman indifferently and untied the rope that tied her hands.
The woman was paralyzed on the ground. A few seconds later, she forced herself up, knelt in front of Asher's elder brother, put her hands back down and palms up on the ground, kissed her husband's toes, and finally put her forehead against the ground.
This is a standard process of repenting for his mistakes, but only for women. ASR's eldest brother shook his shoulders. When he whipped, his arms and shoulders were a little sore. At this time, he turned around and saw ASR.
The cold face was suddenly filled with a smile. It was a smile from the heart. Asher recognized this smile because there had been one on his face.
"My brother, did you sleep well?", he went to ASR and hugged ASR with open arms, but the hug didn't give ASR some warmth.
Asher's expression was slow for about a second or two before he responded, "it's very good. I always think about home when I'm outside. I feel good when I come back..."
His brother nodded noncommittally, "it must be the best hometown. This is your home, you and us..." he said, hugging ASR's shoulder and walking towards the house.
While walking, he said, "let's have lunch first. After lunch, I'll take you to our factory. Maybe you're interested in these things."
This sentence really attracted ASR's attention. He didn't expect that his father and his brothers who had hardly gone to school still had a factory. His career made him a little sensitive and asked casually, "what kind of factory does he run?"
"Recycling and processing!" they walked into the hall, and aser's eldest brother said proudly, "we have established some relations. This business is not easy, and we have spent a lot of money..."
In his introduction, ASR finally realized that the money he sent back over the years had not been saved or used up by them.
When some people have certain characteristics or qualifications, someone will come to the door to make money for them.
Since ASR's father showed off that his son had become a "foreigner", he gradually gained some fame in the local area, so some people came to him.
No society can absolutely operate in the way planned by rule makers. There will always be some different people. There are also such people in nagariel. They are like speculators.
They are not satisfied with the status quo and want to change their situation. On the premise of not breaking the nagary rules, they will try their best to make money and improve their status.
The people who found ASR's father were such a group. They were not famous, but they took a fancy to a business and wanted ASR's father to stand out for them.
They don't need ASLE's father to pay extra, they can enjoy half of the income of the whole business!
ASR's father agreed without thinking too long. At least he can guarantee that he won't lose anything even if he is a liar.
This business will be recycled.
A large number of "gold vessels" are born in religious activities every year. In fact, these gold vessels are not entirely made of gold. Some are wrapped with a layer of gold, and some are just ground into fine powder, mixed with some paint and painted on the surface of some vessels.
The former is often the style 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 you brush gold paint also represents different family status. The "gold ware" worshipped by the most ordinary family to the gods is not only small, but also painted gold paint once.
Rich families will offer some larger "gold ware", while gold paint will be painted several times to dozens of times.
Those gold covered "gold ware" are easy to handle. Just tear off the outermost gold, but it's hard to get the gold made of gold paint painted on the surface of the utensils.
If you say these things are worthless, it's really not cheap, but if you say how expensive they are, it doesn't seem to be.
In addition, the recycling method is very troublesome. The major temples do not deal with these things themselves. They will pack these "gold articles" to some recycling factories for them to do.
A factory is actually a small workshop.
In the past, people used to recycle gold paint by crushing and grinding the powder as a whole, and then select the gold powder with high purity at the bottom layer through natural stratification, and then re cast it into gold ingot after calcination.
Now these problems are easy to solve. With the development of foreign science and technology, some chemical things gradually appear in nagaril.
Through a chemical reagent that is banned for civilian use and abuse in many countries in the world, it can easily decompose those chemical components in the golden lacquer and let the gold sink to the bottom.
When hearing these contents, ASR's expression was a little dignified. After a hasty meal, he drove to the factory with his eldest brother.
More than 100 meters away from the factory, you can smell a pungent smell. When they parked their car in the yard and watched the workers touch various chemicals without any protective measures, ASR's heart was touched.
People's numb faces don't seem to see how their emotions fluctuate. They don't even care about their festering or deformed hands. They just keep repeating their work.
Those white and ulcerated hands soaked by chemicals went in and out of all kinds of liquids, and ASR's heart suddenly seemed to be caught by something.
His brother didn't seem to notice the change of expression on ASL's face. He still happily introduced everything here. He also took ASL to his office, introduced ASL to others in the office, and opened the safe for him.
The square boxes of gold bricks in the safe are neat. It is said that they are gold bricks. In fact, they should be gold pieces. These gold bricks are only about half a centimeter thick and palm size, filled with a heartbeat accelerating luster.
"Look, this is our business!" the man's awe of life was not felt in his ostentatious tone.
A familiar and strange country.
A group of familiar and strange people.
The only constant may be the essence of pursuing interests!
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The night in najal is very dark and the stars are particularly shining. Unlike the Baile Federation, the colorful neon lights will cover the original sky at night.
The bright starry sky is reflected on the curtain of the night sky. When people look at the stars, they will inevitably be gradually attracted and shocked by it!
ASR looked at the peaceful night through the transparent glass window, but the waves in his mind were startling.
After all, it is different. The civilized world and the barbaric world are different after all!
In fact, he was ready before he came back, but he was careless.
His memory of nagary seems to have disappeared, his memory of the past has become blurred, and most things are happy - having fun in hardship.
The happy mood generated in the pain can be remembered for a longer time, so his memories of his hometown are relatively positive and cheerful. The memory seems to deliberately erase those unpleasant facts.
In 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 kinds of unbearable, overt and covert discrimination, 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 nobility on the surface.
He has begun to adapt, although it may not be an ideal country.
But here, nagariel, everything seems to have not made progress, and the barbaric is still barbaric.
The police who beat and drove passers-by with sticks just to let the powerful cars pass easily. In fact, their real job should be to protect the people, but they didn't do so.
In order to expand the yard, he pushed down other people's houses and drove them out. He also showed off these things as talk. How can indifferent people do such things?
Just because he habitually said "thank you", his father and elder brother thought that his elder brother's wife was seducing him, and let the poor woman devote herself in the evening to satisfy his brother's lust
It's terrible, it's barbaric!
When a person has begun to learn and is used to sitting at the table with tablecloth and exquisite utensils, playing with exquisite tableware to enjoy carefully cooked food, it is difficult for him to accept the life of drinking blood.
He would be disgusted to see those bloody meat pieces, to see those corpses, and to put things into his mouth.
I don't know when ASR fell asleep. The next day, no one asked him to get up. He didn't get up until almost eleven o'clock.
In nagariel, except for a few people who have a job in the factory, most people are engaged in casual work and farming. Generally speaking, the pace of life is not fast. As long as they are not afraid of hunger, it is not impossible to sleep until noon or even in the afternoon.
After ASR got up, the rancid smell and body odor in his nose made him suffer again. He changed his clothes. He felt that he also had this smell. When he came out of the bedroom, went downstairs and stood at the gate, his expression suddenly solidified.
His eldest brother's wife was hanging from a tree in the yard. ASR's brothers were watching. His eldest brother beat the poor woman with a whip.
Every whip is very loud. The woman bears it silently. She bites her lips tightly. Her lips have been bleeding. Her eyes are a little lax, as if she might faint anytime and anywhere.
ASR's mother and the wives of other brothers knelt aside and witnessed the somewhat ceremonial punishment.
When the last whip was finished, ASR's eldest brother put away the whip and handed it to his brother. He looked at the hanging woman indifferently and untied the rope that tied her hands.
The woman was paralyzed on the ground. A few seconds later, she forced herself up, knelt in front of Asher's elder brother, put her hands back down and palms up on the ground, kissed her husband's toes, and finally put her forehead against the ground.
This is a standard process of repenting for his mistakes, but only for women. ASR's eldest brother shook his shoulders. When he whipped, his arms and shoulders were a little sore. At this time, he turned around and saw ASR.
The cold face was suddenly filled with a smile. It was a smile from the heart. Asher recognized this smile because there had been one on his face.
"My brother, did you sleep well?", he went to ASR and hugged ASR with open arms, but the hug didn't give ASR some warmth.
Asher's expression was slow for about a second or two before he responded, "it's very good. I always think about home when I'm outside. I feel good when I come back..."
His brother nodded noncommittally, "it must be the best hometown. This is your home, you and us..." he said, hugging ASR's shoulder and walking towards the house.
While walking, he said, "let's have lunch first. After lunch, I'll take you to our factory. Maybe you're interested in these things."
This sentence really attracted ASR's attention. He didn't expect that his father and his brothers who had hardly gone to school still had a factory. His career made him a little sensitive and asked casually, "what kind of factory does he run?"
"Recycling and processing!" they walked into the hall, and aser's eldest brother said proudly, "we have established some relations. This business is not easy, and we have spent a lot of money..."
In his introduction, ASR finally realized that the money he sent back over the years had not been saved or used up by them.
When some people have certain characteristics or qualifications, someone will come to the door to make money for them.
Since ASR's father showed off that his son had become a "foreigner", he gradually gained some fame in the local area, so some people came to him.
No society can absolutely operate in the way planned by rule makers. There will always be some different people. There are also such people in nagariel. They are like speculators.
They are not satisfied with the status quo and want to change their situation. On the premise of not breaking the nagary rules, they will try their best to make money and improve their status.
The people who found ASR's father were such a group. They were not famous, but they took a fancy to a business and wanted ASR's father to stand out for them.
They don't need ASLE's father to pay extra, they can enjoy half of the income of the whole business!
ASR's father agreed without thinking too long. At least he can guarantee that he won't lose anything even if he is a liar.
This business will be recycled.
A large number of "gold vessels" are born in religious activities every year. In fact, these gold vessels are not entirely made of gold. Some are wrapped with a layer of gold, and some are just ground into fine powder, mixed with some paint and painted on the surface of some vessels.
The former is often the style 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 you brush gold paint also represents different family status. The "gold ware" worshipped by the most ordinary family to the gods is not only small, but also painted gold paint once.
Rich families will offer some larger "gold ware", while gold paint will be painted several times to dozens of times.
Those gold covered "gold ware" are easy to handle. Just tear off the outermost gold, but it's hard to get the gold made of gold paint painted on the surface of the utensils.
If you say these things are worthless, it's really not cheap, but if you say how expensive they are, it doesn't seem to be.
In addition, the recycling method is very troublesome. The major temples do not deal with these things themselves. They will pack these "gold articles" to some recycling factories for them to do.
A factory is actually a small workshop.
In the past, people used to recycle gold paint by crushing and grinding the powder as a whole, and then select the gold powder with high purity at the bottom layer through natural stratification, and then re cast it into gold ingot after calcination.
Now these problems are easy to solve. With the development of foreign science and technology, some chemical things gradually appear in nagaril.
Through a chemical reagent that is banned for civilian use and abuse in many countries in the world, it can easily decompose those chemical components in the golden lacquer and let the gold sink to the bottom.
When hearing these contents, ASR's expression was a little dignified. After a hasty meal, he drove to the factory with his eldest brother.
More than 100 meters away from the factory, you can smell a pungent smell. When they parked their car in the yard and watched the workers touch various chemicals without any protective measures, ASR's heart was touched.
People's numb faces don't seem to see how their emotions fluctuate. They don't even care about their festering or deformed hands. They just keep repeating their work.
Those white and ulcerated hands soaked by chemicals went in and out of all kinds of liquids, and ASR's heart suddenly seemed to be caught by something.
His brother didn't seem to notice the change of expression on ASL's face. He still happily introduced everything here. He also took ASL to his office, introduced ASL to others in the office, and opened the safe for him.
The square boxes of gold bricks in the safe are neat. It is said that they are gold bricks. In fact, they should be gold pieces. These gold bricks are only about half a centimeter thick and palm size, filled with a heartbeat accelerating luster.
"Look, this is our business!" the man's awe of life was not felt in his ostentatious tone.
A familiar and strange country.
A group of familiar and strange people.
The only constant may be the essence of pursuing interests!
The night in najal is very dark and the stars are particularly shining. Unlike the Baile Federation, the colorful neon lights will cover the original sky at night.The bright starry sky is reflected on the curtain of the night sky. When people look at the stars, they will inevitably be gradually attracted and shocked by it!ASR looked at the peaceful night through the transparent glass window, but the waves in his mind were startling.After all, it is different. The civilized world and the barbaric world are different after all!In fact, he was ready before he came back, but he was careless.His memory of nagary seems to have disappeared, his memory of the past has become blurred, and most things are happy - having fun in hardship.The happy mood generated in the pain can be remembered for a longer time, so his memories of his hometown are relatively positive and cheerful. The memory seems to deliberately erase those unpleasant facts.In 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 kinds of unbearable, overt and covert discrimination, 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 nobility on the surface.He has begun to adapt, although it may not be an ideal country.But here, nagariel, everything seems to have not made progress, and the barbaric is still barbaric.The police who beat and drove passers-by with sticks just to let the powerful cars pass easily. In fact, their real job should be to protect the people, but they didn't do so.In order to expand the yard, he pushed down other people's houses and drove them out. He also showed off these things as talk. How can indifferent people do such things?Just because he habitually said "thank you", his father and elder brother thought that his elder brother's wife was seducing him, and let the poor woman devote herself in the evening to satisfy his brother's lustIt's terrible, it's barbaric!When a person has begun to learn and is used to sitting at the table with tablecloth and exquisite utensils, playing with exquisite tableware to enjoy carefully cooked food, it is difficult for him to accept the life of drinking blood.He would be disgusted to see those bloody meat pieces, to see those corpses, and to put things into his mouth.I don't know when ASR fell asleep. The next day, no one asked him to get up. He didn't get up until almost eleven o'clock.In nagariel, except for a few people who have a job in the factory, most people are engaged in casual work and farming. Generally speaking, the pace of life is not fast. As long as they are not afraid of hunger, it is not impossible to sleep until noon or even in the afternoon.After ASR got up, the rancid smell and body odor in his nose made him suffer again. He changed his clothes. He felt that he also had this smell. When he came out of the bedroom, went downstairs and stood at the gate, his expression suddenly solidified.His eldest brother's wife was hanging from a tree in the yard. ASR's brothers were watching. His eldest brother beat the poor woman with a whip.Every whip is very loud. The woman bears it silently. She bites her lips tightly. Her lips have been bleeding. Her eyes are a little lax, as if she might faint anytime and anywhere.ASR's mother and the wives of other brothers knelt aside and witnessed the somewhat ceremonial punishment.When the last whip was finished, ASR's eldest brother put away the whip and handed it to his brother. He looked at the hanging woman indifferently and untied the rope that tied her hands.The woman was paralyzed on the ground. A few seconds later, she forced herself up, knelt in front of Asher's elder brother, put her hands back down and palms up on the ground, kissed her husband's toes, and finally put her forehead against the ground.This is a standard process of repenting for his mistakes, but only for women. ASR's eldest brother shook his shoulders. When he whipped, his arms and shoulders were a little sore. At this time, he turned around and saw ASR.The cold face was suddenly filled with a smile. It was a smile from the heart. Asher recognized this smile because there had been one on his face."My brother, did you sleep well?", he went to ASR and hugged ASR with open arms, but the hug didn't give ASR some warmth.Asher's expression was slow for about a second or two before he responded, "it's very good. I always think about home when I'm outside. I feel good when I come back..."His brother nodded noncommittally, "it must be the best hometown. This is your home, you and us..." he said, hugging ASR's shoulder and walking towards the house.While walking, he said, "let's have lunch first. After lunch, I'll take you to our factory. Maybe you're interested in these things."This sentence really attracted ASR's attention. He didn't expect that his father and his brothers who had hardly gone to school still had a factory. His career made him a little sensitive and asked casually, "what kind of factory does he run?""Recycling and processing!" they walked into the hall, and aser's eldest brother said proudly, "we have established some relations. This business is not easy, and we have spent a lot of money..."In his introduction, ASR finally realized that the money he sent back over the years had not been saved or used up by them.When some people have certain characteristics or qualifications, someone will come to the door to make money for them.Since ASR's father showed off that his son had become a "foreigner", he gradually gained some fame in the local area, so some people came to him.No society can absolutely operate in the way planned by rule makers. There will always be some different people. There are also such people in nagariel. They are like speculators.They are not satisfied with the status quo and want to change their situation. On the premise of not breaking the nagary rules, they will try their best to make money and improve their status.The people who found ASR's father were such a group. They were not famous, but they took a fancy to a business and wanted ASR's father to stand out for them.They don't need ASLE's father to pay extra, they can enjoy half of the income of the whole business!ASR's father agreed without thinking too long. At least he can guarantee that he won't lose anything even if he is a liar.This business will be recycled.A large number of "gold vessels" are born in religious activities every year. In fact, these gold vessels are not entirely made of gold. Some are wrapped with a layer of gold, and some are just ground into fine powder, mixed with some paint and painted on the surface of some vessels.The former is often the style 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 you brush gold paint also represents different family status. The "gold ware" worshipped by the most ordinary family to the gods is not only small, but also painted gold paint once.Rich families will offer some larger "gold ware", while gold paint will be painted several times to dozens of times.Those gold covered "gold ware" are easy to handle. Just tear off the outermost gold, but it's hard to get the gold made of gold paint painted on the surface of the utensils.If you say these things are worthless, it's really not cheap, but if you say how expensive they are, it doesn't seem to be.In addition, the recycling method is very troublesome. The major temples do not deal with these things themselves. They will pack these "gold articles" to some recycling factories for them to do.A factory is actually a small workshop.In the past, people used to recycle gold paint by crushing and grinding the powder as a whole, and then select the gold powder with high purity at the bottom layer through natural stratification, and then re cast it into gold ingot after calcination.Now these problems are easy to solve. With the development of foreign science and technology, some chemical things gradually appear in nagaril.Through a chemical reagent that is banned for civilian use and abuse in many countries in the world, it can easily decompose those chemical components in the golden lacquer and let the gold sink to the bottom.When hearing these contents, ASR's expression was a little dignified. After a hasty meal, he drove to the factory with his eldest brother.More than 100 meters away from the factory, you can smell a pungent smell. When they parked their car in the yard and watched the workers touch various chemicals without any protective measures, ASR's heart was touched.People's numb faces don't seem to see how their emotions fluctuate. They don't even care about their festering or deformed hands. They just keep repeating their work.Those white and ulcerated hands soaked by chemicals went in and out of all kinds of liquids, and ASR's heart suddenly seemed to be caught by something.His brother didn't seem to notice the change of expression on ASL's face. He still happily introduced everything here. He also took ASL to his office, introduced ASL to others in the office, and opened the safe for him.The square boxes of gold bricks in the safe are neat. It is said that they are gold bricks. In fact, they should be gold pieces. These gold bricks are only about half a centimeter thick and palm size, filled with a heartbeat accelerating luster."Look, this is our business!" the man's awe of life was not felt in his ostentatious tone.A familiar and strange country.A group of familiar and strange people.The only constant may be the essence of pursuing interests!
