Zhang Quan drove to Lu Yawen's place to get the book. The three of them had a quick meal and then drove straight towards the village.
"The public security here is not good all year round, and the land's cultivation conditions are not as good as those in the mainland, so the villagers here are very poor." Lu Yawen explained: "Poverty means backwardness. I often send books to the children here, hoping that they can learn more knowledge from books and not be like their parents in the future."
Although this sentence is unpleasant to hear, she is telling the truth. If people have low awareness, they are more likely to commit crimes.
This is also one of the issues with border security, which has been a problem for years.
Lin Qingyue had already made plans in her mind and would act according to circumstances.
When they arrived at the village, the villagers were already waiting at the entrance. When they saw Lu Yawen, they quickly surrounded her. When the children there saw her, they jumped and danced with joy and ran around her.
Lin Qingyue and Zhang Quan stood aside, watching everything in front of them quietly.
She frowned slightly. Last time, the place where they had the accident was very close to this village.
However, looking at the simple and sincere faces of the villagers, she quickly dismissed the idea. She must have been overthinking it.
She helped Lu Yawen move all the books to school.
The teaching conditions here are also very difficult. The blackboard is a movable black wooden door. The tables, chairs and benches are bumpy and unpainted, looking like they were made by hand and have fallen into disrepair for a long time.
If children write on this kind of table, they must put a notebook underneath so that the words can be written neatly.
Recalling the villagers' attire just now, they all had patches on their bodies, and their faces were pale and thin due to years of malnutrition. Even the laughing children only had their particularly prominent eyes on their faces, which made them look more lively.
Lin Qingyue sighed in her heart, this place is really outrageously poor.
After delivering the books, they were about to go back when they suddenly heard a child's heart-wrenching cry outside.
"What happened?" Lin Qingyue asked.
The village chief had a worried look on his face. He sighed and said, "The old Bai family in the village is so poor that they can't make ends meet anymore. They sold their daughter a while ago, and her wife went crazy. She must be making trouble again now."
Lin Qingyue frowned. This clearly didn't sound like the sound of a child crying. It should be the sound of a child crying.
She wanted to go out and see what was going on, but Lu Yawen grabbed her and restrained her, saying, "I'll go with you."
She nodded and immediately understood what Lu Yawen meant. This was not to let her act rashly. If she saw that the situation was not good, she should go back and ask for help immediately.
When the group left the school, they saw a man holding a half-grown child in his arms. On his legs, a woman was holding onto his trouser leg tightly, not letting him leave.
He was so angry that he hit her, but the woman remained unmoved and still refused to let go.
"Put the baby down, he's still so young, you're not his real father!" The woman cried out, looking at the villagers who had gathered around her, hope burning in her eyes.
"Stop him now! He wants to sell the doll!"
"If we don't sell her, how will we live? What will we eat? What will we drink? We can have another child if we lose one!" The man said, "Old Bai's daughter was also sold. Isn't she living well now?"
Lin Qingyue was moved, and recalled the rampant organ trafficking in the lawless area. This should be the source. It was the poverty and ignorance of the villagers here that contributed to the subsequent situation.
"You two, please try to persuade them. The baby is so small and so pitiful." The village chief couldn't bear it, so he said to Lin Qingyue and Lu Yawen.
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