The sun never sets in America

Chapter 342 Afghanistan

When Bai Erwen got up early in the morning, the first thing he did was to visit the "elder".

After all, there is a saying that when you are a guest in the host's house, the right way is for the guest to do as he pleases.

What's more, it's such a "haunted place". It's almost impossible to survive without getting along well with the local gangsters.

Sitting on the same carpet as yesterday, Bai Erwen chewed naan bread at the corner of his mouth and drank the local Afghan milk tea from the bowl. The milk tea is not made from cow's milk, but goat's milk.

Thinking of the sheep's cry he heard last night, and then thinking about the population of this tribe, Bai Erwen immediately guessed the value of the goat's milk in the bowl.

When the mutton was served on the carpet, Bai Erwen's face changed slightly. He quickly stood up and thanked the old man named Kuliban, saying "you're welcome".

Although they had to spend their own money for food and accommodation, they had already spent a fortune when they entered the village yesterday. If they brought sheep up at this time, it would be a real gift.

Curiban used a sharp knife to cut a piece of mutton leg meat onto Bai Erwen's plate. His movements were skillful and fast, completely inconsistent with his age.

Thinking of the age he asked yesterday, and looking at the old man's actions when eating meat, Bai Erwen even had the idea of ​​​​asking him about health issues.

After eating for a while, Bai Erwen continued yesterday's topic and asked:

"Patriarch, I want to know, is there any way to enter India??"

"Yes, they are bandits!!"

As soon as he got home, he saw Luo Daniu eating mutton with a disgusted expression.

As for the exotic characteristics, he only saw the bitterness and did not taste the sweetness, so he often sighed: "You can still open meat in Persia, and those Persians are not as conservative as you imagine, but in this Afghanistan, it is really advanced." I visited a lot of monks’ temples and all of them are good people!!”

"I-I said morning tea!!"

Luo Daniu seemed to understand what Bai Erwen meant.

"I'm not asking you what to eat, that's the last sentence!!"

“But as long as there are too many people, they will definitely not have enough points!!”

"What, bandits??"

Luo Daniu, who was opposite him, also put away his frivolity and nodded seriously. He still recognized what Bai Erwen said just now. After all, he was not a fool. Of course, he could see that this tribe was not as advertised. "No worries about food and clothing."

After all, he knew how sharp the knife just was. With just a slight cut, the mutton fell off the bones.

Bai Erwen nodded firmly to Luo Daniu, and then said:

“Did you count the population of their tribe yesterday??”

"What this means is that the population there may be larger than here. Their tribe should have more than 3,000 people..."

Bai Erwen smiled, and then finished the sumptuous breakfast without saying a word.

It seems that Kuriban really doesn’t know how to get to India. He just keeps going to Kabul, the capital and largest city of Afghanistan.

"I haven't counted the number of people, but there must be around 1,800 people."

Luo Daniu on the other side asked:

"There are so many of them, what does it have to do with us? Besides, there are only a few thousand people. What's so big about it? The Kabul we went to last time is also known as one hundred thousand households. Then I asked, damn, one person is One household!!”

Bai Erwen's face showed impatience.

"I said, what kind of meat should we eat this morning? How disgusting is it to eat mutton?"

Bai Erwen said very "certainly".

"If you ask me, I am still too poor and have never had good food. Oh, I really want to have morning tea."

Luo Daniu’s current view of Afghanistan is “backward” and “garbage”.

Thinking of the young man who brought him mutton, Luo Daniu felt a little disdainful when he saw the mutton. After all, mutton was nothing, he had even eaten "tuna"! !

"Yes, you are right, they are too poor!!"

"More than that, I have observed that each of their households has at least six people."

Just imagine, if this tribe is really so good, how could our own people not be able to afford mutton.

Bai Erwen didn't have so many ideas. He turned around and said excitedly to Luo Daniu:

"Do you remember what I said yesterday?"

The more Bai Erwen talked, the more "excited" he became, and the more he talked, the more "understanding" he became.

Bai Erwen suddenly got up from the carpet, his whole body full of excitement.

Not to mention anything else, the kid who just gave him mutton threw a leg of lamb at him, which made him burst into laughter.

Hearing this, Kuliban's meat-cutting hand paused for a moment, and then he casually brought the meat and the knife to his mouth. When the knife came out of his mouth, it was very smooth, without any skin or flesh on it, which made him worried about being injured. Bai Erwen was a little "surprised".

"I'll give you a piece of advice, go to Kabul, that's where you should go."

"Gulu", Kuriban drank a cup of milk tea with wolfberry and replied slowly:

"Young man, as I said yesterday, India is not easy to go to. There is a war going on right now. If you go now, you will die!!"

Luo Daniu's complaining voice reached Bai Erwen's ears. Bai Erwen seemed to have thought of something, and then said:

"what did you just say??"

Luo Daniu could no longer keep up with Bai Erwen's thinking. He didn't know what kind of ecstasy the old man had poured into Bai Erwen to make him like this.

Luo Daniu gulped down the milk tea from the bowl, as if to get rid of the smell of mutton and spices in his mouth.

"The number of houses we saw yesterday was at least 200. In other words, they should have at least 1,200 people. This does not include the hidden population. Don't forget what the old man said yesterday. They said they There is also a valley where food is grown.”

"You mean, they also make a living by robbing??"

Luo Daniu looked at Bai Erwen who "swiped" and stood up in front of him. He didn't say anything, just looked at him with a "retarded" look.

Bai Erwen ignored Luo Daniu's irrelevant words, but analyzed them seriously:

"Let's count them as three thousand people. They have planted jujube trees and produced grains here. There are fewer people. It's really a paradise."

Luo Daniu didn't know what Bai Erwen meant.

"I said they are too poor, isn't it right? These poor devils will become treasures if they only eat mutton!!"

"You are absolutely right!!"

"Yes, even if they own two rivers, don't forget what kind of place this is. This is Afghanistan. Except for the good land around Kabul, we don't know what other places are like. We have walked along this way."

"Also, the old man said yesterday that it was because they had two rivers that they used the land around them to grow dates. I thought the same thing yesterday. After all, after all, it's okay to do a side job to make some money when I'm full. What a bad thing.”

"But I feel something is wrong today, because in a country with scarce resources like Afghanistan, what is food? It is life. It is the foundation of a tribe. Without food, they cannot feed so many people. Without people, this place would not be Their!!"

(In later generations, Afghanistan was fed by Russia and the United States one after another, and each made a huge contribution to Afghanistan’s population growth)

"Have you noticed that their gun ownership rate is very high??"

Bai Erwen turned his head and looked at Luo Daniu with solemn eyes.

Luo Daniu thought about it carefully, and then replied in surprise:

"Indeed, I saw a kid with only my chest and a gun on his back!!"

Luo Daniu put his hand on his chest and kept looking at it.

"Also, they don't let women out. This is not a big deal in Afghanistan. We have been here for so long and have seen a few women."

When Bai Erwen talked about women, Luo Daniu got angry. He originally wanted to taste the "exotic characteristics".

Unexpectedly, I didn’t see anything. It was the same when I was in Kabul. Wherever those women went, they were wrapped up tightly, even more than in Persia, and they were euphemistically called “traditional”.

Bai Erwen then continued:

"It's fine if you can't see a young woman. If you can't even see an old woman, that's not right. You can't be the only one who cooks and cleans, right?"

"And they are all a tribe. No matter how conservative we are, we cannot stay at home every day and always have to go out to work."

The more Bai Erwen talked, the more he felt that something was wrong with this tribe. It was simply a "den of thieves."

"You mean, they are just a group of bandits, but even bandits cannot have family members, so where are their family members??"

Luo Daniu was very surprised by this question.

"Hmph, if I guess correctly, it should be in that valley."

Bai Erwen clicked, turned on the lighter, and lit the cigarette he had just put into his mouth. As he spoke, the smoke dissipated, looking extremely "sophisticated."

"Then it's easy to explain. The families are separated, and the men stay here and rob passing merchants!!"

"This……"

The more Luo Daniu talked about it, the more scared he became. Now he felt like Tang Monk fell into the Pansi Cave, and there were goblins everywhere.

"No, they don't rob us."

Bai Erwen shook his head.

"Why, if they don't do this for robbery, then why??"

Luo Daniu didn't quite understand what Bai Erwen meant.

"Do you still remember what the old man said? The British near India often fight. Why do the British fight? It's not for the economy or the land!!" "They are here to suppress bandits!!"

If the British were for imperial strategy, Bai Erwen would believe it for a moment, but if you said it was for land, he wouldn't believe it to death.

Good guy, that place in Africa is no better than Afghanistan, and Canada is no better. If you go here to grab land, is there anything wrong with your brain? ?

"Then you mean, they are the same group that fought with the British??"

Luo Daniu completely admired Bai Erwen's brain circuit, he could always think differently from others.

Bai Erwen had a cigarette in his mouth and didn't speak for a long time. It wasn't until he was about to finish smoking that he looked at Luo Daniu and said:

"I know that there are tigers in the mountains, but I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!!"

Luo Daniu's expression was a little "sluggish".

.............................................

Boom! !

Two gunshots rang out, and a pheasant fell from the sky and landed beside the river ditch opposite. An Afghan "thin dog" rushed out and took the dead chicken back in its mouth.

Curiban smiled and touched the thin dog that was fawning over him. Then he mentioned the plump pheasant and said to Bai Erwen beside him with a smile:

"Bai, your marksmanship is pretty good, even better than when I was young."

When Curiban saw the young Bai Erwen, his eyes were a little cloudy, as if he had really returned to his youth, but Bai Erwen could hear a hint of "satisfaction".

Bai Erwen already knew what Lenovo had done in the past two days.

Boom! !

A few more shots, but this time the luck was not as good as last time, and the pheasants were scared away.

Bai Erwen was so angry that he fired a shot at a raised "hornet's nest" on the stone wall. With a "pop", the hornet's nest exploded and a large swarm of wasps flew out, looking for the "enemy" everywhere.

"Ha ha……"

Curiban looked at the "naughty" Bai Erwen and seemed really happy.

When everything was over, the two were preparing to "barbecue" by the river.

Seeing Kuliban, who was still old enough to burn his hair, Bai Erwen didn't say anything. He just followed behind to help add firewood and clean up the internal organs.

When it was all over, three pheasants were roasted on a fire.

The translator was a young nephew of Kuliban, who was said to have studied "English" for a while.

But Bai Erwen felt that it was not like he had just learned English. On the contrary, he should interact with foreigners from time to time.

"Bai, why are you still here? Didn't you say you were going back to Kabul yesterday?"

Curiban, who was turning the roasted chicken, looked up at the sturdy young man opposite, as if he was really concerned about his "where to go."

Bai Erwen threw a piece of dry firewood, then took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette and handed it to Kuliban opposite.

Curiban took it with a smile, lit it with a fire, and stuffed it into his bearded mouth. It was very smooth when he smoked it, and there was no "accident".

"Chief, do you think I should go back to Kabul??"

Bai Erwen fiddled with the fire and lowered his head to ask.

"Young man, if you don't go back to Kabul, why don't you go back to India? I told you that there is now blocked by the British and you can't get in."

"Listen to me, go back to Kabul, it's a big city and you'll make money."

"Or, go back to your Persia."

Kuliban held the cigarette between his old fingers and repeated what he had said seven or eight times.

Bai Erwen raised his head and answered with a "suggestive" smile:

"Chief, if Kabul is so good, why are you still here? Is it good here?"

"Haha, Bai, you are wrong. I am different from you. I have people who need to eat. We cannot survive without land."

"But you are different. You are a businessman. As long as a businessman has money, he can go anywhere. Isn't it because you came all the way from Persia because you are a businessman?"

Curiban said to Bai Erwen in a "people's way" tone.

Bai Erwen smiled, and then said: "Yes, there are too many people, which is indeed a bit troublesome, so clan leader, you also have such difficulties, right??"

Curiban's face changed slightly, and then he answered with a smile:

"Bai, you are right, so we are living a very difficult life. You should know that the life of our tribe is not that good."

“Unlike you foreigners, your life is like paradise!!”

When talking about foreigners, Bai Erwen obviously noticed a change in intonation. Although he couldn't understand Afghani, he understood the intonation.

"Yes, the British are foreigners, the Russians are also foreigners, the Persians are also foreigners, and I am also a foreigner..."

Bai Erwen mentioned four "foreigners" in a row, which made Curiban a little "wary".

Seeing Bai Erwen lift the fire with a stick, revealing the charcoal fire inside, he took out the cigarette and put it up. The smoke was quickly lit, emitting "white smoke".

"Huh", Bai Erwen exhaled the smoke, then looked at the "treacherous" old man and said with a smile: "Chief, tell me, if a wolf encounters a rabbit, will he choose to eat it or let it go?"

"Of course I ate him. There is no such stupid wolf."

Although Curiban didn't understand what this sentence meant, he still knew the basic truth.

"But if this wolf brings a family with him, and one rabbit is definitely not enough to eat, but there are only so many rabbits here, and one is missing, what will it do??"

"Raise it up..."

After Curiban said this, he realized something was wrong. He felt that he had been "set up".

Bai Erwen looked at the old man and said slowly: "Do you think your tribe is like a pack of wolves?"

"We are not wolves, we are sheep. Young man, have you ever seen wolves farming?"

Curriban firmly denies their identity as wolves.

"Okay, then if you are sheep, then who is the wolf??"

Bai Erwen's hot pursuit questions soon made the old man unable to resist, and he asked directly with a straight face:

"Bai, what on earth are you going to say??"

"Patriarch, how often do you go to India, or in other words, rob??"

Bai Erwen showed his white teeth and that "bright" smile.

When Kuliban heard about India, his expression changed completely. The translator and nephew beside him felt a little strange, as if something was about to happen.

In the end, Bai Erwen spoke first:

"Patriarch, what you do will only make the British more crazy. Sooner or later, the war will burn your land."

"In other words, you just forgot about making a fire!!"

Listening to his nephew's translation, Kuliban looked at the Han businessman in front of him with cloudy eyes. He was becoming more and more unsure.

From the initial accommodation to the past few days of stay, Bai Erwen's every move made Kuliban doubt whether he was "dazzled" and could no longer see people clearly.

"Young man, what do you want, or what is your purpose?"

Curiban's eyes were like "flying knives", about to hit Bai Erwen's body, as if he was going to kill him at any time.

Bai Erwen smiled and replied:

"Clan leader, I am a businessman. I only seek wealth, not life."

"The same goes for you. There are so many people in the tribe, and they are always fighting and killing like this. How many people will die and how many years will they die??"

“The kids have lost weight!!”

The words "Children have lost weight" completely defeated this former "hero". Curriban asked: "What do you want??"

"Business routes, I want trade routes. As long as I can, I will give you 20% of every order from now on!!"

"It's not enough, we want 30%!!"

"make a deal……"

Bai Erwen immediately extended his left hand to Kuliban. It was only then that he realized that he had been tricked again.

(End of this chapter)