Chapter 919: Don't care where the food comes from

The crowd around was a bit boiling, and more people leaned toward this side. Pedro knew this was not a place for conversation.

"Mr. Andy, please come with me."

They walked to the center of the camp, where there were some sheds—

Although they lived in the wild, they didn't really sleep in the open; they had sheds they built themselves.

These sheds didn't just play a role in preventing rain, more importantly, they could resist the harassment of some insects or small animals.

The weather in winter was not enough to let some cold-blooded animals hibernate, such as snakes.

But the drop in temperature did slow down their activities; there was still sun during the day to bask in, maintaining their body temperature.

At night, they would look for warm places to spend the night from all around.

Sometimes people slept until they woke up in the morning and suddenly found a snake or some other animal coiled on their chest or beside them.

After entering Pedro's own tent, he invited Andy to sit down. "I'm sorry, the conditions here are very simple; I might not be able to serve a cup of coffee."

Andy shook his head, indicating that he didn't care about this, and also refused to sit down.

Here, in his view, it was too dirty.

Andy was unwilling to sit down, and Pedro himself was not very good at sitting down; he couldn't let the guest stand and talk, right?

He looked a bit unsure how to face the current situation; fortunately, Andy opened his mouth to let the question of "whether to sit down or not" be skipped directly.

"What do you want to tell me?", Andy asked.

Pedro looked around. He spread his hands, and when he reached halfway, he dropped them again, making a clapping sound. "I am more concerned about what you want to get from me."

Andy crossed his arms over his chest, his feet slightly apart; this was a very conceited posture. "I said, we want nothing, just saw that you are suffering from a human rights disaster, meeting our aid standards."

"So, we will provide you with some international aid, funds, materials, and even let some famous people speak for you when necessary."

He looked at Pedro's eyes that still hadn't become relaxed, and after a short consideration, he added, "If you have to ask what our aid needs you to pay, then I think, implementing your current ideas is the best payment."

"Helping those who follow you outside, letting them get the life they want, and realizing your dreams is the best reward!"

It was said very implicitly, but Pedro had already heard it; the purpose of this "Mr. Andy" was to make him continuously oppose the Lapa government and make him overthrow the current regime!

Lanse's appearance appeared in his mind inadvertently, and he asked with a slight smile, "Do you know Mr. Lanse White?"

Andy's eyes turned twice; although he was startled by Lanse last time, he still didn't think Lanse could do the things they were doing now.

Fighting and killing, he admitted, Lanse could do very well, but supporting some anti-government armed forces to fight against their government, that was definitely not something that could be solved by fighting and killing.

However, he didn't deny it. "I know Mr. Lanse White, what's wrong?"

Pedro shook his head. "Nothing, it's just that these words you said make me inevitably think of him."

Andy soon understood what he meant by this sentence, frowned slightly, "Don't discuss him anymore, talk about yourself, Pedro."

"How do you feel about our offer?"

Pedro thought for a long time. "I actually don't know whether I should accept it. A month ago, I was just a high school teacher."

"But a month later, you pointed to a road I had never anticipated, telling me, your road is here!"

He said this and couldn't help laughing. "Although the end of this road is almost everyone's dream."

Andy walked to the edge of the tent. He lifted the curtain of the tent, and everything outside came into view.

"This is not living with dignity, Pedro."

"Living with dignity should be able to eat enough, have clothes to wear, instead of like the people here now."

"Even if wolves or lions come, they are not interested in them!"

"You are not the only candidate; you should also know this point. I don't have so much time to sigh with you, realize what."

"So what is your answer now?"

Pedro's gaze followed the direction he pointed and looked out; those people who were thin and out of shape, only left with skin and bones, lay on the ground like dry corpses without moving.

If it wasn't for the occasional rise and fall of their chests that showed they still had breathing, perhaps you would only treat them as people who had already died.

Living is simple, but living with dignity is very difficult.

Pedro considered for a long time, and when Andy was about to lose patience, he nodded and agreed. "I join your plan."

There were some more smiles on Andy's face, and he gave Pedro something again, to be precise, a map, with a circle drawn in red on the map.

"The day after tomorrow, here, receive your food."

That was a railway supply station, generally used to replenish coal or water for passing trains; such small stations were very common throughout the Asian Alliance. Pedro didn't think much and agreed.

Andy left here soon; he didn't like the environment here.

Dirty and messy were small things, mainly the stench in the air.

Pedro asked people to dig a deep pit around the camp; the poop and urine they pulled would be poured into this pit, then covered with a layer of household waste, or a layer of grass or something, completely covered.

This was equivalent to composting, and then after there was output, it continued to pile up.

A huge poop pit, the stench would definitely drift everywhere, plus there were some people in the camp, especially some elderly people because they lay down after eating, part of their body functions degenerated severely, and their bowel movements had begun to be incontinent.

So it was very smelly here.

After Andy left, Pedro called all the most core people of the group over, and he told them about the things Andy said.

"Federal people will provide us with cash, medicine, and food."

"And what we have to do is continue to fight against the government."

There were some fellow villagers in this core circle, as well as teachers in the school, and parents of several middle-class family students.

Pedro didn't have any prejudice against these middle-class people. In this country, Lapa, being able to become middle class requires not only personal ability, but also a background.

And this is exactly what he, and others, do not possess, so he needs such a "bridge."

Recently, besides normal work, Pedro had been reading history books, looking at the entire process of regime change in a certain country, to see what it was like.

Whether there was anyone in him, or the "trainees" in that photo, who had the ability to do this step.

He hadn't noticed it before, but as he began to pay attention to this aspect of things, he found.

In the history of this world, almost all "founding emperors," it can be said, were nobles, or privileged classes related to nobles!

There has never been a poor person in the true sense, a person from the bottom of society, who became a ruler—except for the Federation.

He had read many articles about the Federal election system before, which mentioned many inspirational stories of ordinary professionals who could also participate in the election and eventually become president.

For the Federal locals, they might be skeptical, although it is true that some presidents have had ordinary jobs and backgrounds.

But who knows if it's true?

But these things for those who treat the Federation as a spiritual hometown, this is fucking true!

No matter which country, which tribe, the identity of the new ruler is never the person at the bottom.

Because the people at the bottom have not mastered much actual wealth, nor do they possess the ability to mobilize social resources.

These two key factors cannot be satisfied, so how can it be called changing the world?

So he needs a bridge, a bridge to contact and communicate with the privileged class; his team will not only have poor people, but also rich people, privileged classes, and even politicians!

After he told these people his thoughts, the first to stand up and support him were the students' parents.

Then the teachers, and finally the ordinary people.

They actually didn't have much interest in rebelling or not; now the thing they were most interested in was when they could fill their stomachs.

But now, even a simple wish like filling the stomach was very difficult for people to realize.

Then don't blame people for thinking about overthrowing such a corrupt rule.

Pedro told his confidants the location of the transaction and asked them to prepare utensils for holding food.

This time, they must get enough food, at least they wouldn't rack their brains for those things to eat for a short time.

It wasn't just Pedro who received the promise; people like Ross and others who participated in this action and were forced to stand on the opposite side of the Diego government all had the opportunity to trade with the Federal people.

Two days passed very quickly, and it passed in a blink of an eye.

After five o'clock in the morning, the train conductor who stopped outside a small station woke up from his dream.

After he washed up, he called everyone else up.

After a short bustle in the station, the train crew confirmed that the coal in the warehouse was full, and the water in the boiler was also seven or eight points full, and the train began to start slowly.

The train was loaded with food aid materials transported to Lapa; this was a transaction made between the Republic of Jiede and the Lapa government, and Diego.

After a period of heating, the steam engine began to boil, and the train, driven by this force, began to leave the station slowly.

The train conductor stood outside his exclusive train, looking at the very bright weather today, and his mood was also like the weather today, full of sunshine everywhere!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 920 =====