Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"We're going forward, that's what this kind of place is like."

Nan Yi walked in front of Sayuri Hagiwara, took her hand and continued to Dharavi.

Going further in, there will be more people on the road, but no one is watching the seemingly strange crowd in Nanyi, most of them just take a glance, and then continue to move forward along their own trajectory, children will be presumptuous Take a few more glances.

"Boss, Dharavi is already a very famous tourist route. Western tourists will come here to take a walk and have a look when they come to Mumbai."

As if knowing Nanyi's question, Faraque explained the abnormal phenomenon in front of Nanyi in time.

"Since it's a tourist route, there should be hotels here for tourists, right?" Nan Yi asked subconsciously as he looked at the colorful houses painted on the wall not far away.

"There are not only hotels, but also homestays."

"The house in front is nice, do you know what kind of building it is?" Nan Yi asked, pointing at the brightly colored buildings.

Following what Nanyi pointed out, Faraque glanced at it and said, "The temple is a temple built by untouchables."

"Can untouchables also build temples?"

As far as Nanyi knows, in rural India, untouchables are not allowed to approach temples at all, let alone build temples themselves.

"Boss, the caste system has been abolished a long time ago, and this is Mumbai, an international metropolis. The untouchables need to rely on temples to maintain their identity and sense of existence." Faraque's words were both teasing and self-deprecating.

"If you have a temple, you are not considered a pariah?"

"In a sense, yes."

"Religious?"

"Yes." Faraque replied, and then said: "Dharavi has many temples, large and small. Those who come from the same caste and place will build a temple. Once they arrive here, they will find a way to build it. God has a place to live before he thinks about himself."

"God bless them?"

Faraque looked around first, then approached Nanyi, and said in a low voice, "Boss, I don't believe in God at all, but I must believe in God. This is not only a matter of belief, but also a matter of survival. It is difficult to survive in India without belief in God. "

"God is a medium for integration into society?"

"To be more precise, it should be a tool for coordinating society. We have thousands of languages ​​in India, and there are more than 33 languages ​​spoken by a population of more than one million. This determines that India must choose a way to coordinate between different cultures. harmony, and the common faith becomes the golden rule."

Nanyi glanced at Faraque in surprise. He really didn't expect Faraque to have the potential to be a sociologist.

"The caste system was proposed by Hinduism, right?"

"Yes, BOSS, there is no point in legally abolishing the caste system. As long as Hinduism exists, the caste system will always be engraved in the hearts of Indians."

"Could Hinduism disappear?"

Faraque nodded continuously, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Everyone in India who has the right to speak has benefited from Hinduism. Who will destroy things that are beneficial to them?"

"Yes, Shakyamuni."

"Hmph, Kshatriya's heresy." Faraque said disdainfully.

"Faraque, you are Vaisya."

Faraque said proudly: "Boss, I'm pursuing a Brahmin woman, and I'm about to catch up."

"Congratulations."

Talking in the mouth, the legs have been walking, passing by a public toilet, Nan Yi glanced at the thick patina on the wall, and pulled Sayuri Hagiwara to speed up the pace.

Passing by a faucet, Nan Yi stepped forward and turned on the faucet. No water flowed out of the faucet, but there was a sound of "ho ho ho ho", which meant that there was water in the water pipe, and the water would come out by sucking it.

Faraque explained from the side that this is municipal water, which is supplied for a limited time every day.

Municipal water is free, but I don’t know whether Mumbai’s government pays the bill, or it’s directly shared by households who pay the water bill.

Nan Yi asked Faraque, and he couldn't tell why.

With doubts, the group of people continued to move forward, passing through a section of houses called "Chawl" according to Faraque, two long rows, with an alley sandwiched in the middle, two or three stories high, with a kitchen and public toilets.

"Boss, the tenants of Chawl not only have to pay rent to the landlord, but also pay land rental fees. After living for two or three generations, they will sell their tenant rights if they want to move out, which is equivalent to selling a house. Newly moved in People need to pay a lot of money."

"Who pays the land rental fee?"

"The owner of the land is not a factory owner or a descendant of a fisherman, but may be the descendant of the earliest tenants. They live there, so the property rights of the land are not clear."

"The owners who built these houses were not landlords?"

"Not all. Chawl was built by the government in the industrial period after India's independence. The government built it to accommodate the workers' organizations that flooded into the city. The source of funds is very complicated. There are both government grants and private funds. When Chawl was built, there were many Building without the consent of the landlord.

Up to now, the property rights of the land are not clear at all, and the property rights of the houses are also unclear. The landlords and landlords may not be the real landlords and landlords, but may just be tough old tenants. "

"Tough? Can I understand it as domination?" Nan Yi asked.

"Boss can understand it that way."

"Um."

In the following journey, Nan Yi seldom asked Faraque questions. He felt that Faraque only had a half-knowledge of Dharavi.

Nanyi needs someone who really understands it to do a science popularization for him, see the essence through the phenomenon, from the point to the surface, thoroughly study the Dharavi phenomenon, and basically have a little understanding of India.

For Nanyi, a little knowledge is enough for him to decide on the development strategy of Nanshi in India, and the other half is left to the executor to solve.

Temporarily switching from investigation to tourism, Nanyi left Faraque and walked forward hand in hand with Sayuri Hagiwara.

Walking out of the alley, several people from Nanyi came to a relatively wide street, and there were more pedestrians, and from time to time, they would pass by pedestrians.

After walking for a while, Nanyi smelled the smell of leather. He glanced at the house next to him through the window. A topless leather worker was cutting leather with a special knife. Beside him There are semi-finished leather bags in the wooden frame, which should be a leather processing factory.

Going forward and changing a window, it is still a leather processing factory. Looking at three or four windows, Nanyi can understand that this is an industrial cluster of leather processing, which also confirms the statement that Dharavi is divided according to industry.

Walking to a window, when Nan Yi looked in, he happened to meet the gazes of the workers inside. Nan Yi smiled back, and the other party smiled back. Leftovers, asked: "May I?"

The other party gave Nanyi a friendly smile again, picked up the scraps and handed them to Nanyi.

Nan Yi said thank you, took the leather and put it in his hand to look at it.

"Nagao-kun, is it real leather?" Sayuri Hagiwara asked after taking a look.

"It's real cowhide, it should be from a buffalo."

Nanyi only knows the fur in the fur of cowhide, but he has his own method of identification, as long as he compares this leather with his own, if it looks like it is real, if it doesn't look like it is fake.

Just last year, Shennong Nanliang somehow became the world's second largest leather supplier, and also the largest luxury leather supplier.

Before last year, Shennong Nanliang’s cowhide, sheepskin, and pigskin would be directly sold to IBP, NBP, EXCEL, and SOUTHWEST, which are more professional leather processing companies. But last year, the number of global cattle slaughtered surged, and they dared to take the opportunity to lower the price to accept the hide material.

Nanyi will not let them be used to them. With a wave of his hand, Shennong Nanshi established a Blow Cowhide subsidiary company and directly entered the field of leather processing. ranks.

"Blow Cowhide" is the same as "Give you some color see see", both are typical Chinglish, translated into Chinese is "吹牛皮".

This is Nan Yi's own bad taste. Blow Cowhide will only appear the abbreviation BCH to the outside world, and the full name will not be known to the outside world. This is a joke that is controlled and circulated within Nan Yi.

Nanyi put the leftovers back on the workbench, and gave the leather worker a smile.

"The tanning process of the leather is not bad, but the quality of the cowhide material is not good. Lily sauce, let me tell you, I am the world's top leather appraisal master. I can tell if a piece of leather is good or not by touching it with my hands."

"Really?" Sayuri Hagiwara asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's true." Nanyi showed what he usually saw in the work report, and blew the cowhide to Sayuri Hagiwara, "The best cowhide is a domestic product, and the cows there are centralized and commercialized Breeding and slaughtering methods are advanced, and there are relatively complete grading standards and trade regulations. Most of the cowhide products of luxury brands will purchase leather from China.

China is also the largest producer of cowhide. It supplies more than 20% of the world's cooked cowhide. The second largest is South America, where there are also a lot of cows;

But the climate over there is not good, hot and humid, and the breeding environment is relatively harsh. Cattle are usually scratched by thorny flowers and trees, and are also bitten by gadflies and lice. The cowhide produced there will be inferior and the price will be relatively low. Only the quality of Argentina's cowhide is not bad.

In addition, Europe, Australia, and Africa are also important production areas for cowhide. I can tell if this batch of material is good or bad by touching it, and I can tell where it is produced by smelling it. "

Saying that, Nan Yi touched Sayuri Hagiwara's face in a vicious way, and then put his hand under his nose and smelled it, "Yo Xi, this flower girl is from Japan, let me see which city it is from raised..."

"Yongwei-kun!"

Sayuri Hagiwara raised her small powder fist in shame and anger and knocked Nanyi on the chest.

"Hehehe, let's stop making trouble. To tell you the truth, I actually don't know how to tell the difference between real and fake cowhide, but there are stray cows everywhere in India. It's easier to get cowhide, and the cost will be lower than artificial leather. It's not as good as using fake ones. It’s really affordable. The smell here is too strong, let’s go faster.”

"Um."

A group of people quickened their pace and quickly passed the leather industry cluster. Suddenly, a large open land appeared in front of their eyes.

There are many shops on the side, food and snacks, barbershops, pharmacies, and hotels. In the middle are stalls. A bicycle is a stall, a tricycle is also a stall, and there are also neat and decent snack carts.

Nanyi saw a thief lifting his forelimbs and lying on a fruit-selling tricycle, sniffing around among the messy piles of coconuts. After a while, he didn't find any fruit that could be eaten, so the thief put his forelimbs in disappointment. When I got down, I bleated twice, and went to another booth cursing.

The thief goat has a strong figure and a graceful figure, not to mention, apart from being dirty, he is quite handsome.

Sayuri Hagiwara took out her camera and took a few photos of this handsome guy, then dragged Nan Yi to the booth in the middle.

First of all, we came to the tricycle selling coconuts. Sayuri Hagiwara might have thought about buying a coconut before, but now she has no idea after seeing the appearance of the coconuts.

Regarding food, no matter whether it is delicious or not, at least in terms of presentation, Japan has always done a good job.

Disappointed to leave the coconut stall, Sayuri Hagiwara took Nanyi to a stall selling bananas. The bananas were pretty good, yellow and green.

Sayuri Hagiwara eagerly said to Nanyi, "Yongwei-kun, let's buy some bananas."

"You can buy it, but you can't eat it."

"Why?"

"You don't need to ask why, just look at a few more stalls and you will know."

After Nanyi finished speaking, she dragged Sayuri Hagiwara, who was confused, to the next booth.

The next one is a fruit stand, still selling bananas, but there are various varieties, including yellow, green, red, and purple.

Taking a glance, Nanyi pulled Sayuri Hagiwara away again. These bananas are quite attractive, and Nanyi himself was a little eager to try them. He was really afraid that Sayuri Hagiwara would not be able to pull them out.

Deliberately missing fruit stalls that do not engage in secondary processing, Nanyi found a target and took Hagiwara Sayuri to a rather special stall.

This stall sells thick, feces-yellow substances that look like fruit.

When you approach the booth, you can see the incision fault of the "suspected fruit", which is white and very similar to a radish.

Nan Yi was very surprised. He had seen several similar foods, some with similar shapes, and some with very similar flesh, but he had never seen one with a feces-yellow appearance.

Nanyi turned his head and called Faraque to him and asked, "Do you know what kind of fruit this is?"

"Boss, this is Ramkand, which means vegetable root. It is sold everywhere in Mumbai, and I don't know what it is." Faraque leaned into Nanyi's ear and whispered: "These stall owners are very interested in this The thing is kept secret and refuses to tell customers what it is, the original skin of Ramkand should not be this color, the yellow color of the skin is intentionally smeared.”

"Oh, how do you sell this thing?"

"Sell in slices, 50 paisa [1 rupee = 100 paisa] per slice."

"Buy a few slices, no masala, no dipping in any seasoning." Nanyi said.

"Okay, boss."

Faraque responded and said something to the stall owner. As soon as he heard this, the stall owner dipped his right hand in a water container beside him, brought some water, and wiped the incision on Ramkand. Wipe;

Then he took out a knife that looked very similar to a stainless steel ruler, wiped the knife body with a thickly coated rag, put the shiny knife on Ramkand, and spun it to slice it .

It's really thin, and the scalloped Ramkand is about as thick as the dumpling skin.

Ramkand is fair and translucent, and the stainless steel knife is shining with silver light, but the stall owner's hands are pitch black, and there are still old dirt that is about to be ripened in the nails. He holds the thin slice of Ramkand in his hand. In the palm of the hand, one piece after another is superimposed.

"Hold!"

Nan Yi immediately let go of the courage he had gathered because of curiosity, not to mention other people's dirty hands, even if it was his own, under normal circumstances, he would not dare to use such dirty hands to squeeze food into his mouth Rise.

Although he had the experience of participating in "anti-dung training" with the Peace Pigeon team, and tried soaking in the cesspit to eat, his mood at that time was completely different from now.

During the training, he put himself into a desperate situation. In order to survive, he would naturally be able to overcome things that seemed impossible to face at ordinary times.

But now, he can put his curiosity to rest.

"Tiger Cub, the organization has entrusted you with a difficult task, come, taste the saltiness."

When Ramkand was wrapped in half a newspaper and fell into Faraque's hands, Nan Yi called the tiger cub to him and patted him on the shoulder eagerly.

The tiger cub joked, "Boss, if I lie down, will it count as a work-related injury?"

"You're going to die, I'll count you as dead." Nanyi angrily took the newspaper from Faraque and stuffed it into the tiger cub's hand, "Hurry up, take a bite and see what it is."

The tiger cub was unambiguous after being mischievous, took a piece out of the newspaper, took a bite, chewed and said: "Boss, it's nothing amazing, I already suspected it just now, and now I'm absolutely sure, it's the palm tree Xin, when I was young, I would go digging when I had nothing to eat, so I can’t eat too much, because if I eat too much, I will easily get diarrhea.”

As he spoke, the tiger cub threw the other half of the tablet into his mouth.

Nanyi said "fuck" again, no wonder the secret is kept secret, how dare the stall owner advertise that India is full of palm trees, just dig it.

"Faraque, ask the stall owners if they grow Ramkand themselves, or are they supplied by wholesalers."

Nanyi suddenly remembered that just now Faraque said that many people were selling this thing, and he wanted to confirm how to achieve collective secrecy.

After hearing the words, Faraque communicated with the stall owner. The stall owner refused to say anything at first, but Faraque asked again and again, and handed over a five-rupee note. The stall owner said something.

"Boss, the stall owner said that his Ramkand has a supplier who is responsible for the supply. In fact, he himself doesn't know what Ramkand is." After asking the stall owner, Faraque turned and said to Nanyi.

"Okay, got it."

Since there are suppliers responsible for the supply, it means that there is an organization, there are leaders, and someone is responsible for the connection. It is easier to keep secrets. After all, keeping secrets is good for everyone. No one will foolishly tell others their secrets of getting rich , unless someone pays big bucks.

But people who can afford a lot of money are not interested in this kind of small business.

Curiosity was satisfied, and Nanyi stopped staying any longer. After sharing the secret with Sayuri Hagiwara, the group continued to walk forward.

Going forward, there are still stalls, but the goods are placed directly on the ground, selling all kinds of vegetables, meat and fish. Nanyi walked to a vegetable stall, picked up a round Indian eggplant, and turned around. He checked it around, and then leaned up to his nose to smell it.

There are two insect eyes on the eggplant, one old eye and one new eye. This is a poor eggplant, and it may have never tasted the smell of pesticides in its life.

Asking Faraque to buy the eggplant, Nan Yi took Sayuri Hagiwara and continued to walk to other vegetable stalls. He would stop at each vegetable stall for a while, and would pick up a vegetable from time to time to have a look.

After seeing the vegetable stalls, I went to the fish stalls. The first stall sold catfish. There were a total of five fish placed on the ground, all of which were small fish weighing less than twenty catties. Nanyi had to wonder where the catfish came from.

In some villages in the south, dry toilets are not popular, but water toilets are used, that is, the toilets are built on the edge of the pond, and the excrement falls directly into the pond from a high place.

This kind of pond is often not used to raise fish, wash clothes, etc., but to store fertilizer and water.

Whenever someone goes to the water closet for convenience, the water under the toilet mouth will make a splashing sound, and the Egyptian pond fish are like centers actively grabbing rebounds, actively grabbing favorable terrain under the basket. Waiting to eat hot.

If you happen to be constipated in this kind of water closet, it is recommended not to go there. The Egyptian pond fishes have waited for a long time and still haven’t seen their delicious food fall, and you can imagine how angry they will be with your toes.

There is a pool in the yard of the Nanzhai in Wenchangwei. Nanyi has been raising a few catfish, but in fact he has not only raised these few. In a pit of 2 x 3 meters and a depth of less than 1.5 meters, he also Dozens of catfish were secretly raised, and the pit was scientifically called a septic tank.

There was once a single woman who was too scared to sleep for the whole night. She said that every night, there would be strange noises in the walls of her house. After a follow-up investigation, the truth was discovered in the dead of night.

It turned out that the single woman was a family member of one of the screenwriters of the column group. One day she had a brainstorm and thought of a good idea for the column group to put a catfish in the sewer to pretend to be haunted.

Catfish has a strong vitality and can live in a place with a little water. If there is meat, it will eat meat, and if there is no meat, it will eat feces. Not only catfish, but all fish will secrete mucus, but catfish secrete more.

For catfish, mucus has many uses, the most worth mentioning is to reduce the friction force during exercise, less resistance in water can result in less secretion, and more resistance in mud pits and sewers can result in more secretion.

The catfish in front of him doesn't need to be touched, Nanyi can clearly see that there is a lot of mucus on the body surface, "Even if the periodic table of elements is complete in the water in India, there is no need to secrete so much mucus, right?"

Nanyi looked at the stall owner's face, then at the catfish, and walked to another fish stall in silence.

This stall sells red carp and red crucian carp. They are all live fish. They are kept in a water basin, which is really beautiful.

There was a customer waiting in front of the stall, and the stall owner was killing the fish there. It was strange that the fish scales were not scraped with a knife, but the fish scales and skin were peeled off the fish directly. After saying something to the customer, and getting a reply from the customer, he raised the knife and cut off all the fish fins, including the tail.

Then chop, chop, chop off the fish head and tail, cut the uncut fish body directly from the back of the fish, scrape the belly of the fish a few times with a knife, then cut the fish into sections, and then cut the sections into pieces Into chunks the size of braised pork.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful koi is actually eaten." Seeing the killed fish being carried into a newspaper, Hagiwara Sayuri turned her gaze away and said to Nan Yi.

"This is not a koi, this is a red carp. The taste of koi should not be as good as it."

"Have you ever eaten koi?"

"No, it's just a guess. If it can be fed in a water tank, it must be delicious." Nanyi replied, and immediately changed the subject, "Let's go, there is a food stall in front, let's go buy something to eat."

"Don't eat, I saw it just now, the stall is very dirty." Sayuri Hagiwara shook her head and said.

"hehe."

They don’t want to eat it, but they want to see it. Then Nanyi and the two saw all kinds of scones and pancakes. It is modern and uses gas, but I don’t know if it will cause carbon monoxide poisoning if it is baked like this.

Some methods look cleaner. The pancakes are baked directly on the fire of the cow dung cake. Normally, the dried cow dung is actually quite clean. If the cow that produced the cow dung is not a stray cow, it is not in a garbage dump If you grew up here.

In addition to Roti, I also saw the fresh juice soaked in the aquarium. Papaya, banana, and pandan seeds were soaked in water from nowhere, plus a large piece of ice, and the clean and hygienic right hand stretched in to stir Once stirred, a jar of juice is ready.

When a customer comes, he scoops up a cup with a cup soaked in the aquarium, and then pours it into a glass, and the customer directly uses the glass to drink.

Not to mention, the stall owner pays great attention to hygiene, and the water cups used by customers will be rinsed in a bucket next to them before being used by the second customer.

If customers want to take it away, it’s easy to do. There is a snakeskin bag on the side of the stall, which is full of mineral water bottles. Just take one with juice and let the customers take it around. The stall owner does not discriminate against customers who take out. , Before filling the juice, the mineral water bottle will also be rinsed in the bucket.

Whenever he sees a customer asking for take-out, Nan Yi, who is watching from the sidelines, gets excited, especially when he sees a customer who wants the Galaxy Goddess brand instead of other miscellaneous brand mineral water bottles, his sense of pride is overwhelmed born.

...

On the first day, I visited the slums of Dharavi and the street food stalls in the north of the city. On the second day, I still visited the north of the city.

For a week, Nanyi spent all his time in the north of the city, and made a preliminary but systematic understanding of the consumption of ordinary citizens in Mumbai, especially the diet, which Nanyi observed most carefully.

The staple food of Indians is rice and various cakes. They like to drink fruit juice and eat fruits. In addition, they are sugar-free and unhappy. Sugarcane juice, which is so sweet and greasy, is their favorite. Yellow sugar cubes made directly from sugarcane juice Consumption is also very large.

If the staple food is too monotonous, a substitute can be added.

Nanyi has already seen that there is only one kind of instant noodles sold in Mumbai, and it is an imported product. The Maggi instant noodles sold by Nestlé Company are very expensive. In the eyes of Indians, instant noodles are still a very luxurious food. More than anything.

The instant noodle market in India is still a piece of uncultivated virgin land with huge potential.

In addition, because of Indians' love of fruit and pursuit of sugar, Nanyi also thought of making canned fruit, but the idea started quickly and disappeared even faster.

Nanyi once read the internal case analysis of the self-defense counterattack against India. The logistics chapter mentioned that there are various canned food in the Indian army’s food ration, including various canned fruits. This shows that Indians do not understand canned food.

But in supermarkets and various small shops, Nanyi did not see canned fruit for sale.

So, Nanyi went to look at the prices of various fruits, checked the distribution of various fruits in India, and then calculated the cost of canned fruits, and then gave up the idea.

The distribution of fruits in India is very even. Several mainstream fruits are distributed almost all over the country, which results in negligible transportation costs and low prices. In addition, seasonal fruits are almost on the market throughout the year. Who would be fooled? , Instead of eating fresh ones, go for ridiculously expensive canned fruits.

Unless the price of Indian fruit rises, you must not touch canned fruit. Anyone who touches it will lose everything.

After eight days here, I only found instant noodles, a project that can be entered into in-depth research, which made Nanyi a little dissatisfied with his efficiency.

Sitting on the edge of Peacock Lake, Nan Yi thought about what to do in the next few days, then picked up the statistical report that Faraque had just brought back from the table and looked at it.

After reading the data on India's population in 1987, Nan Yi felt that the data was very beautiful.

In 1987, India had a population of 870 million, of which 425 million were males. The median age of the population was between 32 and 36 years old, and the population aged 8 to 14 accounted for 19% of the total population.

Inferred only from the data, India will usher in the first demographic dividend window in the not-too-distant future, and the ratio of young labor force will reach a very high point. It seems that India is about to enjoy the demographic dividend, and the economy will usher in take off.

It's just a pity that India has always tended to elitist education. There has been no fault in this family or that family. There are still some great figures in the scientific and technological circles; but the investment in basic education is very limited, whether it is financial allocation, teacher strength, or Or mobilize the enthusiasm of the people at the bottom to study.

This has caused the illiteracy rate in India to be very high. Nanyi has seen statistics made by several private organizations in India. The discrepancy is a bit large, but each figure exceeds 50%. This can basically determine the illiteracy rate in India. At least half of them.

India's standard for identifying non-literate people is very simple. As long as you can write your own name, you are not illiterate, and you can call yourself a literate person when you meet outsiders in the future.

If the illiteracy rate is too high, a large number of laborers will not be able to meet the requirements of industrialization, especially the labor-intensive industries and low-end manufacturing industries that enjoy a particularly strong demographic dividend. Computing and technical work, many things can only be cultivated and employed more easily if they are literate.

In fact, it's not that illiterate people can't be trained as assembly line workers. Illiteracy can be memorized by force, but the cost of training is relatively high, and no business owner is willing to pay this cost.

It is for cheap labor, but the training cost is so high, is it just a joke?

It can be seen that there will be a lot of cheap labor in India, but it is impossible to have a lot of cheap industrial workers, which means that the secondary industry cannot be developed.

Nanyi didn't want to know whether this was good news for India, he only knew that it was good news for the layout of Nan's in India.

Labor is cheap, and there is no room to change the track, which means that labor costs can be reduced infinitely, and the work efficiency of employees can be stimulated infinitely.

It is not uncommon for a motorcycle to carry dozens of people. It is a miracle that one person does the work of dozens of people and only gets half of his salary.

Nan's can fully rely on India to realize walking on two legs, while exploring mechanization and intelligence, while developing the potential of the human body, inserting the wings of dreams for the third brother, so that everyone in the third brother will be happy.

Nanyi put the report on the table, then took a piece of chicken from the bowl on the table, tore it into two pieces and threw it into the Peacock Lake. The three jinjiluo fish swimming by the lake jumped on the chicken as soon as they saw it .

Crash, clatter, there was a lot of commotion during the scramble.

The smell of chicken spread out, and the wheat dace in the distance smelled it, and immediately rushed over to join the ranks of looting.

"Indian enterprises are called Labor Groups. No matter what year, month, time and place, labor is always the most glorious. Labor Groups-carry forward the spirit of candles, burn yourself, and illuminate others!"

Nan Yi showed a mean smile, and said to himself: "I should be considered a cultural person. A cultural person must have his own name. From now on, my surname is Nan and my name is Yi. ...Let’s save the character for later, but let’s give it a number first, what should I call it...or just call someone else a layman.”