I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

No one knows when Trida will be inhabited. For the local nomads, Trida is a very important supply point; for the caravans that once crisscrossed the desert, it is also an important transfer station and supply point.

However, to the Algerian authorities, Trida's value is like a chicken rib. Because, although there are abundant water sources and dense date palm trees, there is nothing more. This piece of land has no oil or natural gas, and has no development value.

Moreover, because of the remoteness of Trida, the early government authorities moved the residents here to a larger settlement, close to an oil field, for the convenience of management, so that the residents gave up animal husbandry and made a living in the oil field.

Therefore, on the map of the authorities, Trida is just a place name, not an administrative unit. As a result, this place has become an "outside the law", with militants, nomads, and sporadic caravans. Whoever can occupy this place belongs to whoever manages it. Occasionally, the military police and ANP patrolling in the desert also came back here to take a look to see if there are tracking targets hiding in them.

Only the Tuareg, the "child of the desert", have obsession with Trida.

Tuareg people are also called "blue knights" because they grew up on camels and men wear a five-meter-long blue-violet veil when they reach adulthood.

The Tuareg people are mainly animal husbandry, nomadic everywhere, and know all the oasis in their territory. However, after all, the Saharan land is barren and the environment is harsh, unable to carry too many livestock. The Tuareg must find another way to obtain resources for survival.

As the "blue knight", after the trade route in the desert was opened up, the Tuareg people naturally started trading, and also started the looting caravan. For centuries, the Tuaregs have dominated the trans-Saharan slave trade and luxury goods trade.

Gold, crops and slaves produced in West Africa were traded to Egypt, the Arabian Peninsula, and Europe in exchange for salt and handicrafts. This trade lasted for several centuries, until the Europeans opened up maritime trade routes, and gradually weakened.

The Tuareg people have also gradually gone from their peak to decline.

And Trida was once an important stronghold of the Tuareg tribe. All caravans passing through Trida must pay protection fees to the tribe, and if they fail to do so, they will be robbed by armed forces. Caravans that have paid the protection fee can flow unimpeded.

It is precisely because of the strategy of this tribe that the trade route where Trida was located was once called the "Golden Route." Almost half of the gold was transported from this route to North Africa. Trida was for the Tuareg people. A holy place.

The holy place in reality has gone forever, and the holy place in my heart is still there. The descendants of this tribe have been expelled from Trida several times, but they are always snatched back.

Someone once suspected that this was not only because Tridah was once a holy place, but also because during the glorious period of Trida, a large number of treasures were buried in the ground by the Tuaregs.

It's just that no one has ever found that treasure.

At noon, the hottest time, the whole village of Trida fell into silence. The people in the big house in the middle of the village seemed to be tired and quiet.

There is no wind at all, and the lake is like a mirror. There are several clothes under a date palm tree, and the owner of the clothes does not know where they have gone.

Below the small waterfall is a shallow natural pool. At this time, a naked man sat under the small waterfall, enjoying the rare coolness.

This man was named Montel, a native of Trida village. During the forced relocation of the government that year, several families stayed, including Montel’s parents.

The elders of Montere continued to lead a traditional life, without fighting against the world. Trida's "ruler" changed back and forth several times, except for the lake, but also the elders of Montere. All rulers need someone to serve, and in this remote Trida, Montell and his family are the only options.

Montel has not been afraid of life since he was a child. Every time he came to an outsider, he would ask questions, and gradually became a representative of the villagers dealing with outsiders.

Recently, many outsiders have come.

The first group to come was the Tuareg, known as the master of Trida. The elders in the village also admit this, but never pay protection fees to the Tuaregs. According to the elders, the ancestors had already paid the protection fee, and it was a permanent and effective protection fee.

The strange thing is that the Tuareg people actually agree with this statement. Every time they enter the village, they will not interfere with the lives of the villagers, and the two sides will make transactions on an equal footing.

The Tuareg can't stay in one place, even the holy place in their minds. As a result, the total number of Tuaregs in the village has been small.

One afternoon, three cars came suddenly, with a dozen people. They were very excited and got out of the car. Regardless of the villagers' reaction or the obstruction of the Tuareg, they took their equipment to explore the village and dig holes everywhere.

Later, the Tuareg people were not polite and locked them all up, not allowing them to do such desecration of the Holy Land.

The Tuareg ordered Monteel to take care of the group's diet. Montell couldn't help but curiosity. Taking advantage of the meal delivery opportunity, he asked the group of people what they were doing in Trida in poor English.

An Oriental asked him, "Do you know the history of Trida?"

Montel shook his head. History is meaningless to him, because his parents told Monteel that grandpa's grandpa's grandpa...has already lived in Trida, living the same life as today.

history? I live in history. Montell thought so.

The Easterner wanted to talk, but was stopped by a white man: "What nonsense with him, one day the rescue team will arrive. Hey, young man, you give us good food and drink, and we will give you benefits when the time comes. You're so prosperous. The opportunity is here."

Montere doesn't matter if it's so prosperous. There are so many people coming and going in the village, and there are not one or two people who promised him to be successful, but those people either died or fled. The white man in front of him has messy hair, thin body and big bags under his eyes, looking a bit like a dried corpse.

Montel would like to chat with them a few more words. According to his experience, this group of outsiders, except for the corpse white man, are not like people who kill and kill.

But the Tuareg who was in charge of the guard drove him out.

After the Tuareg people locked up the group, they discussed how to deal with it during the meal. It happened that Montell and his companions heard that this group of people would soon be driven into the desert to fend for themselves.

However, before the Tuaregs did their work, a group of heavily armed people came that night, and effortlessly took away the unprepared Tuaregs, and put those people who wouldn’t be able to kill them. Put it out.

It turns out that this is the rescue team.

The next morning, everyone in the village was rushed to remove the corpses, gathered together and burned them.

According to the old rules, the burned ashes were buried under the date palm trees. It is believed that the date palm will grow better in the coming year.

Montell is responsible for eating and drinking as usual. There were a lot of people this time, and the appetite was huge. He remembered a tall man among them who had enough to eat in one day and Montell for a week.

He took his companions and was too busy to eat. But it doesn't matter, the price is not low, and I am paid ten dollars a day.

The rescue team and the group continued to search in the village, and finally seemed to have found something and cheered.

Montell thought they were leaving, but they didn't. Some of them, led by the tall man and a skinny man, drove away, while the rest continued to search in the village.

Montel noticed. They were looking for some metal products. Monteel had never found these things in the village, because it was buried very deep, and there was a hole that the group dug more than a meter high.

People in Trida Village never dig holes, and they don’t need to dig holes to grow date palms, so they can live by just planting them.

Last night, Montel hadn't slept yet, he was preparing the ingredients.

He heard a riot in the village. When he went out to look, he saw a white car. The tall man was lifted from the car, and the thin man was helped to get out of the car.

The tall man who was as strong as a rock under a waterfall died.

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