Why it never ends

Chapter 1016 New Residence
"People who don't speak don't exist," Stella said. "Do you think these people are patient and patient until they can't bear it anymore and burst out with their voices? In fact, they just don't care. They don't even know where the polling station is in the general election."

Hesta laughed: "The name Weihoten sounds familiar. I must have heard it somewhere..."

"We flew over the Wehoton Plateau when we went to Awad Prison some time ago." Rico said, "Is it this Wehoton?"

"Yes, that's it," Stella said, "The locals of Emmanlia and even the entire northern part of District 12, almost all of them migrated from the central plateau. The Vihoton Interest Party is meant to protect the interests of these local residents."

"Who are you protecting?" Hesta asked. "Third District Immigrants?"

"Yes, but what you said about those people being from District 3 is a little off," Stella said. "Many people here have District 3 faces, but they have never been to District 3. If you trace back, you will find that their ancestors or even earlier people migrated here from other places. Therefore, these people are actually no different from the native District 12 people—except for their appearance."

"That makes no difference." Rico said, "It's the same in the wilderness."

"No, no, no," Stella shook her head repeatedly, strongly denying Li Ge's opinion, "You underestimate this difference. You should know that it is the cornerstone of the culture here.

"When a full-blooded Wehoton and a full-blooded Third-District man marry, the offspring is called a Half-Wehoton. When a Half-Wehoton and a Wehoton marry, the offspring is called an Oncart, and when he and a Third-District man marry, the offspring is called a Plubit. When an Oncart and a Wehoton marry, the offspring is called a Half-Oncart, and when he and a Third-District man marry, the offspring is called a Half-Plubit, or Oak Man. When an Oncart and a Plubit marry, the offspring is called a Demidmite, and if a Demidmite continues to marry—"

"Wait a minute!" Rico held Stella's thigh. "I can't remember. Who can remember this? Besides, shouldn't everyone's faces be the same after they are born? How can we tell them apart?"

"They do look similar, but the household registration is very clear," Stella said. "If a Demidemi marries a Wehoton, the former's family will celebrate with great fanfare, while the latter will feel ashamed."

"What about the whale man?" Hesta asked. "Where is the whale man?"

"Whale people are not a bloodline concept," Stella replied, "Most whale people come from the south and have no household registration. If they are lucky enough to get an identity, they will be classified as Sale people - that is, the bottom of the entire ethnic pyramid in District 12.

"But in fact, most of the whales are Wehotons. The southern part of District 12 has less contact with the outside world. If you look into it, the blood of the whales in the south should be purer - but you know, people who advocate pure blood don't actually care about whether the blood is pure or not. All these theories are just a cover to exclude dissidents."

"...You understand it very well." Li Ge sighed, "Have you lived here?"

“No.” Stella said proudly, “If I really lived here, some things would be hard to see clearly, not to mention that this is my ability to make a living.”

Lai Lin appeared in the sight of several people, and everyone got out of the car together. Hesta supported Eucalyptus, and the two children ran away excitedly, but were called back by Hesta.

Lai Lin smiled and walked forward to greet everyone. She explained apologetically that there were originally two sightseeing buses in the plantation that could take everyone to the residential area in the middle of the park, but when she checked yesterday, she found that there were problems with the engines of these two vehicles.

So everyone returned to the car.

There were six people who came to District 12 from District 3 with Stella. The oldest was 46 years old and the youngest was only 19. Some of them had never been to District 12 before, and they were excited to see the coffee trees all over the mountains. Hesta heard exclamations and laughter from the car behind him from time to time.

"It seems like you can definitely put your studio here," Hesta said. "What do you do in your studio? Are you still making newspapers like before?"

"No," Stella said, "make a book." "What book?"

"If the topic is interesting, I'll do anything." Stella said, "My autobiography will be published next week. I'll give you a copy?"

Li Ge turned around and asked: "Your autobiography?"

"Yes, it mainly tells the story of my life from my teenage years to when I was deported," Stella said. "It's a pity that you are not in the Third District, so you can't feel how popular my story is—"

"Don't autobiographies usually start from childhood?" asked Rico.

"Childhood...there's nothing much to say." Stella waved her hand, "I don't buy into childhood determinism."

Hesta suddenly looked at Stella: "...Is it because the book has been circulating longer than the report?"

Stella was stunned for a moment before she realized that Hesta was still thinking about the previous topic. She smiled slightly: “Yes.”

Lai Lin led everyone to the center of the plantation. Since Hesta had said before that she didn't want to move into Trion's mansion, she found a two-story wooden house. There was a low mountain behind it, which had not been cultivated. It was said that people occasionally saw bears and deer roaming in it.

There is a stream not far from the front door of the house, the deepest part is just up to the knees. There is a large open space between the stream and the house. When the old house is vacant, the farmers on the plantation will spend the summer carnival here, everyone will be covered with oil paint and dance under the moon until the sun rises the next day.

There is a small bungalow to the west of the big house, where the blacksmith of the plantation lives. He is not at home today, and only his daughter is standing by the window, curiously looking at the neighbor who is about to move in.

Hesta was very satisfied with her new home. She saw a young girl behind the window, but as soon as she greeted her, she immediately closed the window and hid behind the curtains.

"It's great here!" Hesta said happily.

"You haven't even entered the house yet--" Stella said.

"We're going to build a few more houses on the east side," Hesta said, "to accommodate more than twenty children."

Everyone looked at her at the same time.

"…Where did more than twenty children come from?"

Hesta smiled and said, "Didn't the reserve base move out of District 12? Many teachers didn't move with them. I have already sent emails to them all."

"Sending emails...sending emails for what?"

"I plan to open my own school here," Hesta replied.