"Master Bao, you don't need to say anything, I understand."
"Xiaoxiang, 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 didn't want to move anymore.
"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 immediately said in surprise: "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 flirting with each other, 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 in the refugee camp do not eat and drink for free. Daxia adopts a work-for-relief method. They work for a day in exchange for corresponding food.
Of course, except the children.
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 is not far from the border. It only takes ten minutes to arrive. This is the first time in Xiang Xin's life that he is 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 takes so long, when will it be completed?" Xiang Xin asked in surprise.
"According to the plan, all construction will be completed by May next year."
"Can you stop the refugees?"
The stone wall was only four to five meters high, and Xiang Xin felt unsafe.
"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 refugee camps, people here receive dry rice. Although the ingredients are the same, the portions are 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 exact number. The number of people changes every day. There should be more than 300 people!"
"Why don't you see the baby?"
"The babies have all been sent to the city. The conditions here are too bad."
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.
Regardless of whether these children ultimately stay, 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. There were dozens of young female refugees in the convoy.
The reason why Xiang Xin recognized them at a glance was mainly because these people were not only dressed in tatters, but also 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.
Dr. 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 China than to stay in refugee camps."
"Then can they be naturalized?"
"What are you afraid of? The worst thing you can do is get married and get a green card first, and then you can take your time to naturalize." Dr. Yang replied.
Xiang Xin looked at the girls carefully and found that although there was confusion on their faces, they were mostly filled with joy that could not be concealed.
As for those volunteers with "impure purposes", most of them are middle-aged men in their thirties and forties, and there are even some in their fifties.
Facing the collective contemptuous looks of the female volunteers, not only did these people not feel ashamed, but they all smiled brightly.
"How often does this happen?"
"There are so many people coming here not only from Jinglong, but also from Kunming.
The superiors also turn a blind eye and close their eyes. As long as it is not forced, they will basically not interfere.
And in order to avoid being exploited, marriages can also be registered in the refugee camps, and only after marriage are these girls allowed to leave the refugee camps."
"So that's it. It seems that the above thought is quite thoughtful." Xiang Xin sighed.
"They were all forced. Some bad things happened before and caused a lot of controversy."
Half an hour later, they arrived in the city. When they were leaving, Xiang Xin suddenly asked: "Doctor Yang, will you leave Jinglong?"
"Yes, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jinglong is too close to the border, and problems will arise sooner or later." Dr. Yang said with a bitter smile.
When we returned to the guest house, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Xiang Xin did not delay and chartered a car overnight to Kunming, the capital of Dianzhou.
After sleeping one night in Kunming, she successfully boarded the high-speed train to the capital the next morning.