My courtyard shelter

"Master Bao, you don't need to say anything, I understand.

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"Xiao Xiang, our country is not rich either, and there is only this we can do. Maybe we will be even worse off than them in the future!" Master Bao said worriedly.

"Definitely not. Our country is so powerful, there is no threshold that we cannot overcome."

Xiang Xin seemed confident. After all, she had witnessed the rise of Daxia since she was a child.

"well said!"

Next, the work in the canteen was really tiring. Fortunately, Xiang Xin was a girl and everyone took good care of her, so she didn't collapse from exhaustion.

After finishing all the work, Xiang Xin returned to the dormitory with his colleagues. As soon as he lay down, he never wanted to move again.

"Sister Fu, tell me what Master Bao and the others think. The work in the cafeteria is so heavy, why don't they find some refugees to help?"

Sister Fu, like Master Bao, is a regular employee of the refugee camp. She explained with a straight face:

"The superiors have regulations that the food in the warehouse is confidential and cannot be leaked. Otherwise, people in the camp will be panicked and it will be difficult for us to manage here."

"That's it!"

"Okay, stop lying down, it's time for us to eat. You came here to find your husband. You'll see him later." Sister Fu patted Xiang Xin's thigh and urged.

When Xiang Xin heard this, he immediately became energetic.

Everyone came to the staff canteen, and the food standards here were completely different from those of the refugees.

Xiang Xin prepared the meal, then took the plate and started looking for He Jian. After searching for more than ten minutes, she found her husband.

"Hello!"

Xiang Xin patted the other party from behind.

He Jian turned around subconsciously and found that the person who came was actually his wife. He was immediately surprised and said: "Xiang Xin, why are you here?"

"I was just idle in the guest house, and I happened to hear that you were recruiting volunteers, so I signed up."

He Jian was very moved. Xiang Xin was obviously doing this for him.

After some chatting, the couple separated again, but made an appointment to take a walk together in the evening.

After lunch, Xiang Xin followed Master Bao and others to the border to deliver meals to the refugees who were building the wall.

The refugees do not eat and drink for free in the refugee camp. Daxia adopts a work-for-relief method. They work for a day in exchange for corresponding food.

Except for the kids, of course.

As for the elderly, there are not many elderly people in the refugee camps anyway, and most of them died on the way to escape.

The refugee camp was not far from the border. It only took ten minutes to arrive. This was the first time in Xiang Xin's life that he was so close to the border.

Looking at the endless stone wall in front of him, Xiang Xin was a little shocked, "Uncle Bao, how long is this wall?"

"It would have to be at least a thousand kilometers from Jiangao Mountain to the east, all the way to the sea."

"It's so long, when will it be built?" Xiang Xin asked in surprise.

"According to the plan, it will be completed by May next year."

"Can you stop the refugees?"

The stone wall was only four or five meters high, so Xiang Xin didn't feel very safe.

"It should be possible. We still have a 24-hour patrol here, so it will be no problem." Master Bao was very optimistic.

Ten minutes later, the refugees finally lined up, and Xiang Xin and the others began to distribute food.

Unlike the porridge in the refugee camp, the people here received dry rice. Although the ingredients were the same, the portions were at least two or three times larger.

After all, it's all physical work, and you won't have the energy to work if you don't have enough to eat.

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The next day, because there was a shortage of people at the "orphanage", Xiang Xin was transferred there again.

"Sister Xiang, you're here too." The female high school student said happily.

Xiang Xin nodded and then asked, "Well, is your work good here?"

"It's okay. The children here, as long as they stutter, are very obedient."

After saying that, the female high school student took Xiang Xin around the "orphanage".

"How many children are there?"

"I don't know the specific number. The number of people changes every day. There should be more than 300 people!"

"Why don't you see the baby?"

"The babies are all sent to the city. The conditions here are too bad and the survival rate is too low."

In this way, Xiang Xin stayed in the "orphanage" for the next time, helping the aunts here to take care of the children.

In her spare time, she also played a guest role as a teacher, leading the children to learn Mandarin.

Whether these kids end up staying or not, it never hurts to learn another language.

Three days passed by in a flash, and it was finally time to leave. Xiang Xin said goodbye to her husband and embarked on the return journey with some volunteers.

In the car, Xiang Xin discovered something strange. Dozens of young female refugees appeared in the convoy.

The reason why Xiang Xin recognized them at a glance was that not only were these people dressed in rags, but their bodies were as thin as a stick, it was easy to distinguish them from the Chinese.

"Dr. Yang, what's going on with these girls?"

Xiang Xin touched Dr. Yang's arm. The doctor was experienced and must know what was going on.

Doctor Yang said disdainfully: "Some people, under the guise of volunteers, actually go to refugee camps to find wives."

"Is this okay?" Xiang Xin was surprised.

"Why not? No matter what, it is better for these girls to marry in the country than to stay in the refugee camp."

"Then can they be naturalized?"

"What are you afraid of? At most, you can get married and get a green card first, and then you can take your time to get naturalized." Dr. Yang replied.

Xiang Xin looked at the girls carefully and found that although they were confused, they were more happy.

And those volunteers with "impure intentions" were mostly middle-aged men in their thirties and forties, and some were even in their fifties.

Facing the collective contemptuous eyes of the female volunteers, these people not only did not feel ashamed, but smiled brightly.

"How many such things are there?"

"Too many, not only Jinglong, but also Kunming has people coming here because of their reputation.

The higher-ups also turned a blind eye. As long as it is not forced, they basically will not interfere.

And in order to avoid loopholes, you can register for marriage in the refugee camp. Only after marriage, these girls are allowed to leave the refugee camp."

"I see, it seems that the higher-ups are quite thoughtful." Xiang Xin sighed.

"I was forced to do this. Some bad things happened before, which caused a lot of controversy."

Half an hour later, Jinglong arrived. Before leaving, Xiang Xin suddenly asked, "Doctor Yang, will you leave Jinglong?"

"I think so. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jinglong is too close to the border. Sooner or later, there will be problems." Doctor Yang smiled bitterly.

Back at the guesthouse, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Xiang Xin did not delay and chartered a car to Kunming, the capital of Yunnan Province.

After sleeping in Kunming for a night, she successfully took the high-speed train to the capital the next morning.

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