I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Anna asked softly, "What about your parents?"

The boy shook his head, and his grinning mouth pursed up: "They are all gone, they died of illness."

"With grandpa and grandma?"

'I am a human being.'

"No relatives at all?"

'there is none left...'

"We'll take you back."

"Okay! Thank you, sisters."

The Beetle is good in every way: cheap, durable, and easy to repair, but the ride is not that great. We followed the boy's instructions and drove into the village.

Most of the buildings in the village are made of cement bricks, and it is rare to see the old mud brick houses. The roads are also paved with cement, and you can see lampshades on the electric poles. All the way to the boy’s door, there is also a cement tile house, no different from other houses.

Medea, who had been observing all the way, nodded slightly. At least from the outside, it seemed that the ruling team here were not just there to do nothing.

But it is also true that if every place she went was really so shameful, then she would really have to doubt who her efforts were helping.

The boy happily led the girls into the courtyard. Anna followed behind and asked, "Do you remember your name?"

'My name is Donald Gray.'

"It's a nice name. Where did you get this dress from?"

'Someone else gave it to me, hehe.'

"These are all old. Let's buy you some clothes."

"No, no, sister, you guys should eat some noodles before you leave."

"Okay!"

Anna kept talking to him in a random manner, and Medea walked around the house a few times. Although the house was not small, it was basically empty inside. There was nothing else except chairs, benches and beds.

After watching Medea returned to the kitchen, the boy had already started making a fire to prepare dinner.

Mitia looked at the counter where he got the noodles and saw that there were not many left. She couldn't help but ask, "How many meals do you eat a day?"

'One meal a day.'

"One meal a day...what if you're hungry at night?"

'I'm hungry... I won't eat if I'm hungry.'

If it wasn't inappropriate, Medea really wanted to touch his head. He only eats one meal a day but is willing to share his food with others. He is such a kind and good boy.

I guess his parents were also very good people, what a pity.

He skillfully boiled water, put a machine into the pot to mass-produce the noodles at a low price, and covered the pot with a spoonful of salt. Although there was some hesitation in his movements, he completed it well.

"Did your mother teach you that?"

'Yes, that's what my mom taught me. The noodles are delicious and taste like mom's.'

Through his movements, Medea could even imagine how his mother taught him.

"Do you miss the time when your mother has it?"

'think'

"Do you think she will cry?"

'Ok'

Medea closed her eyes and followed the boy's breath to search for a similar soul. Maybe she could give him a surprise.

Anna looked around at the empty room and said, "Brother, are you afraid of living alone?"

'Afraid, I'm too timid.'

'It's so lonely being alone at home.'

Chapter 473 There are also gaps between princesses

"Are you lonely at home? What were you doing when you met us?"

'Go cut bamboo and sell it for money, then buy delicious food for my sister.'

'My sister refuses to play with me. I want her to play with me. If I buy her some snacks, she will be willing to play with me.'

Donald's words made everyone feel a little sad.

'Who are you?'

A middle-aged man came in from outside with a package, looked at the group of strange women in the room and asked in confusion.

"Uncle!"

Donald stood up with the bowl of noodles and walked up to the man: "Uncle, have you eaten? I cooked noodles."

The man waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, I've already eaten."

As he spoke, he put the package on the ground, revealing the neatly stacked noodle tubes and some vegetables and eggs inside.

"Hello, we are reporters from XX Daily, and we are here to visit the lives of the rural people."

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Anna took out a press card from her bosom and handed it to the other party. She had as many types of identity certificates as she wanted, and they were all legal and compliant.

The man took the press card and compared it carefully. His expression relaxed visibly. He handed the press card back and said with a smile: "Hello, journalists. I am Bono Byrne, the director of this village. I am glad that you can come to our village for inspection."

Medea looked at the man carefully. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, clear eyes, a square face, and was about forty years old. As the head of the village, he was not arrogant. She had a very good first impression of him.

I couldn't help but laugh: "Oh? Generally speaking, people in our industry aren't very popular."

The director waved his hands and said, "No, no, at least our village is definitely not afraid."

"Although our village is not rich, the villagers are very simple and hardworking, and their lives have become more and more prosperous in recent years."

Medea nodded without asking any further questions in this direction.

It was similar to the military settlement system, using force to eliminate the possibility of restoration of some kind of monarchy. Considering the small population base at the time, it was barely a reasonable idea.

The second step is to centrally distribute and manage regional land and other production based on the brigade.

The advantage of group work is that when many ideas are delegated to local areas, they can be directly connected with the brigade. For example, large projects such as digging canals, reclaiming wasteland, building bridges and roads, and diverting water must rely on the power of unity.

Center - core - local - remote. It is not uncommon for a policy to take five or eight years to be fully implemented in these four circles. Otherwise, there would not be the saying that the difference between remote areas and core areas is so great that they are like two different worlds.

Abernant is located in a remote state, and Medea cannot fault them for implementing the policy of each household working on their own.

The topic soon turned to Donald, who was packing up the food brought by the director. Based on Bono Byrne's introduction and explanation, the girls also had a general understanding of Donald's situation.

Donald's parents both died of illness, and the couple settled down in the village they fled to. They each had some minor defects, and their child Donald unfortunately inherited some of them.

Although his physical development is fine, his intelligence has remained at the level of a 6-year-old child.

In the past, such a child would definitely not survive. However, when Donald was a child, their area was still under the collective farming system, and the organization took good care of their family. Combined with the hard work of the couple, it was not a problem for the family of three to have enough food.

When the brigade had good profits, they were assigned to build new houses. Unfortunately, they suffered injuries when they were young, and both of them died before the age of 60, leaving Donald alone.

"In fact, the village has been trying to take care of them. The land they were allocated is cultivated by the brigade and the harvest is split equally. Together with the subsidies issued by the organization, it is enough to keep them going in peace."

'only...'

Bono Byrne glanced at Donald, who was squatting on the ground playing with a branch:

"We don't dare to give them too much. You should understand that with their ability to take care of themselves, it's okay to have some ordinary food, but if there is money and relatively scarce meat or eggs, even if we give them, there is a great probability that they will not eat them~"

He pointed at the food he had brought and said with a wry smile: "Actually, I have already told him that he must eat enough every day. If he doesn't have enough, I will send him more, but he doesn't understand. He is always very frugal, but even so, he often goes hungry."

Anna was a little angry: "It's too abominable that children steal food."

Medea patted the back of her hand in thought.

The problem that Bono Byrne encountered is a common problem that the grassroots will encounter. No matter whether it is Bono Byrne or some farmers, street offices or the like who come to visit, they all have time intervals. In most cases, they just understand the situation, solve the current problems, leave food and leave.

They don't have the ability or energy to provide one-on-one care, which leaves room for bad-hearted people to do it. Who knows, it might be some naughty kid who did it.

The good things you left behind might end up in someone's mouth the next moment. Given Donald's intelligence level and his sincere heart, it is difficult for him to refuse others.

It's not worth it to go and catch them specifically. They can't be convicted of a crime for not having any food. At most they can be warned, and it's difficult to detain them.

Who will be unlucky after you release them? It will definitely be Donald and his group of vulnerable people.

Collectively take them in? That's not possible either. How many people like this can there be in a village?

So Bono Byrne and the others could only come to visit them from time to time, and then bring him some good food for one or two meals. After that, he would continue to eat instant noodles and the like, which would not be enough to fill his stomach with food that would make him miss it.

But you have to admit that good village chiefs like Bono Byrne are not everywhere, and other Donals may not even live as well as the one in front of them.

"This is a mistake in our work. The establishment of a professional school for the disabled should be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

For villages and towns, such groups are a very neglected minority. It would be much easier for higher authorities to set up professional colleges at the state level to provide centralized re-education for Donals.

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'presumptuous!'

'Let me go! Let me go! Do you know who I am?'

Inside the NASCAR racing venue, a large group of tourists formed a circle as onlookers. Inside, Philena, who was wearing a luxurious black and gold princess dress, was punching and kicking the expressionless man in sunglasses in front of her, but unfortunately her arms and legs could not even touch the man.

All of her guards and subordinates had their heads pressed to the ground, lying on the ground with their butts sticking up, looking confused.

They just saw their princess trying to cut in line and pushed the girl in front of her, and the next second they all fell to the ground.

The man in sunglasses ignored Fiona's aggressive expression and reached out his hand to touch her body quickly. He found no special weapons and turned to report to the bewildered Lillian:

'Your Highness, the attacker was not carrying any dangerous weapons.'

Lillian tilted her head in confusion: "Huh?"

Chapter 474 Are You Fake Dragons?

After being touched, Philena hung on the bodyguard's hand like a dead fish, with a look of despair on her face, and "I am not clean" was written all over her face.

"Let her go first."