Chapter 605

I drank the milk and fell asleep.

I don't know. Sister Niu put sleeping pills in her milk. I can't tell for a moment whether she is kind or purposeful. Anyway, I had a good sleep. When I woke up the next day, it was bright. I stood by the window of my bedroom, looking at the rosy glow in the sky. Unfortunately, I came to South Africa to look for people, to deal with things, not to travel. Otherwise, I will be fascinated by the rosy morning glow and take a few photos with hatred.

South Africa is located in the north and south of the globe, and indeed has its special geographical features. Sister Niu came here and said that she had made breakfast, a typical Chinese breakfast. Although she is from southern China, she makes good dumplings. This morning, it's dumplings.

But I'm not in the mood for breakfast, so I want to take me to the city hall to see lear.

"OK, but you have to wait until I finish." She went into the kitchen to get the vinegar. I'm in someone's house. I want to know the courtesy and rules of being a guest. Of course I can't rush Niu Jie. The only Chinese I know here is her.

Think about it, I also eat dumplings. Eat, eat enough to have strength.

Half an hour later, she drove me to the city hall“ Song Yao... "Sister Niu told me that I had to pass my grandfather's sunset ranch to go to the city hall. The name of the ranch is beautiful and imaginative“ The ranch is still beautiful from a distance, but I'm afraid you'll be sad from a closer look. "

"Why?"

"Cows on the ranch have been stolen and slaughtered. When you pass there, you will smell the blood

"Blood?"

"Yes. South Africa is very hot all year round. The climate is very hot. The smell of blood is very hot. I'll close the window when I pass by, but you'll still smell rotten. I hope you don't vomit Sister Niu is used to it.

I feel sorry for my grandfather. Ranching is my grandfather's most important career after he returned home. The ranch has accumulated my grandfather's hard work for decades. Now it's destroyed (almost destroyed). He knows that it must be heartbreaking. I will not let grandfather know the truth, I will try to reduce the loss, which for me, is a huge challenge.

With the car moving fast, far away, I really saw the ranch. From a distance, it's really beautiful. Large areas of green grass. The color of the grass can really exude green. Cow is the kind of white with black spots of big cattle, very strong, very good-looking, and domestic cows different.

I do smell the blood. There are people on the ranch killing cattle, with knives in hand, in groups of three or five, dignified. They're not ranchers, they're ranchers who break through walls and fences. What they want is cattle to eat and milk to drink, direct and unrestrained. These black people are black, black as charcoal. When I entered South Africa, I found that the skin of the black people was deep and shallow. They're the darkest black people I've ever seen. The skin is black and translucent, the whole body is up and down, only the eyes and teeth are white. It makes me smell more savage.

There's blood on their blades. I saw with my own eyes a big and healthy bull fall on the grass without a sound. I saw the group of black people dancing, laughing, cheering, discussing how to divide the body so that they could carry it home. Their mouths howled, and they saw sister Niu driving by, holding a knife to demonstrate.