Chapter 441 Geyser National Park 26
From morning to night, we travel non-stop.
The signpost with the three words "Mantou Village" on the road gave them great hope.
"Everyone hurry up! We're almost there!"
Someone in front spoke loudly, and the people following behind cheered immediately, and all the previous fatigue and tiredness were swept away.
They quickened their pace.
The journey that originally took half an hour was shortened to just over ten minutes.
However, when they actually saw the village, those excited expressions froze on everyone's faces.
The Mantou Village they imagined was just like when they came here before.
Clean, tidy, spacious and bright, small villas stand on the roadside.
When they arrive, there will be special rescue workers who will serve them hot food, say thank you for their hard work, and welcome them.
But the reality is not very optimistic for Mantou Village.
Countless houses were destroyed by the earthquake, and the ground was littered with tents built with plastic sheets or other materials.
There is also a newly built grave. It is impossible to hold a grand funeral like in the past. There is only a group of people burning paper in front of the earthen grave.
Who has the time and energy to clean up the volcanic ash that is falling everywhere? Most people have tired and confused looks on their faces.
When they arrived, they naturally would not receive the courtesy they had imagined.
The moment they appeared at the entrance of the village, people's eyes were filled with vigilance and alertness.
Soon, the middle-aged village chief arrived.
He glanced at the crowd, "Here to seek refuge, follow me."
As he spoke, the village chief led them to an open space in the field.
It can be seen that wheat was grown here before, but now it is used as a place to accommodate refugees.
"If you like, you can stay here.
If you don't want to, there's no extra space in our village."
Waves of refugees arrived.
The people of Mantou Village are already familiar with dealing with those who have taken refuge here, and the villagers are no longer willing to let them continue to live in the village.
"Are you kidding us?"
They came here with full of hope, but the despair after the hope was unacceptable to them.
"We have nothing to eat or drink, and we don't even have a roof over our heads. Do you want us to die?"
The village chief closed his eyes when he heard this. It was obvious that he had encountered this situation many times.
“For those who are willing to stay, we will provide one flatbread per person on the first day of their visit to our village.
If you want something else, you can buy it with money or exchange it for something else. If you don't have either of those, come and work for us.
If you don’t want to, you can just leave.”
Upon hearing this, the fleeing people fell silent.
They had walked all day and finally managed to escape here. Without food or water, where else could they go?
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There are already many refugees here.
People sat in a mess on the muddy ground.
Some were in better conditions, using old items to build a small tent to live in. Others were in much worse conditions, using only a few sheets of paper as a cushion and sitting casually on the dirt.
"Oh, damn it.
I used to be a high-ranking official in a Fortune 500 company, and now I'm a refugee begging for food in less than a week."
Some people couldn't stand this huge gap and complained madly. Holding the phone with no message, they pressed the button several times without giving up, and then threw the phone violently in anger.
"Fuck you!"
Many people were as desperate as he was.
The children nearby were being pulled by adults, their initial curiosity and innocence gone. They stood behind their parents, looking around with wide eyes, their eyes filled with confusion and fear of being influenced by adults.
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