Chater 901


    About half an hourter, the road on both sides turned into a vast rubber ntation, stretching all the


    way to the foot of the mountain. It was probably tens of thousands of hectares; it was endless.


    Arriving at a crossroad, the two of them got off the car and the car continued to head south.


    They passed several viges along the way, Passengers got off one after another, including the young


    couple who got off by a bridge, leaving only Estelle


    on the bus.


    Tinct Vige, the closest vige to the foot of the mountain, was almostpletely surrounded by the


    rubber ntation. Its twenty or so households all worked there.


    The owner of the ntation had paved roads for the nearby viges, so the car’s journey was free from


    muddy roads,


    Around noon, the car arrived on schedule at Tinct Vige.


    Estelle got off the bus. She took a look around, and headed into the vige. The vige was built


    alongside the mountain. It was rainy and surrounded by tall, dense trees, which blocked the sunlight


    and brought the temperature down a few degrees.


    At this time, the young people in the vige were still working in the rubber ntation and hadn’t


    returned. Only the elderly and children remained in the vige. Two elderly men in traditional local garb


    were chatting under a tree, watching Estelle as she walked by.


    The houses in the vige were built beside the mountain, with stone walls, Hall was used to keep


    livestock or store items. The other half was for living. The roofs were covered with a kind of thatch


    unique to the mountain; strong and waterproof.


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    As Estelle walked along the vige path, she came to a household on the edge of the vige. A woman


    with a headscarf was drawing water from a well inside the stone wall. Seeing Estelle looking in, she


    immediately asked, “Miss, are you here for a tour?”


    The vigers original dialect had blended with the outside world. This was due to the tourists needing to


    understandable.


    Estelle walked in, shaking her empty water bottle, and asked, “Could I get some water from you?”


    “Of course!” The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, but did not look young. Her face was lined


    with wrinkles, and she watched Estelle with a slightly shy expression. “Are you hungry?”


    The locals were happy to host tourists for meals, as they could earn a decent meal fee. When they


    encountered generous guests, the money would be quite a substantial amount.


    “Sure” Estelle nodded.


    The woman was overjoyed. She told her two children to go y while she went to cook. This family had


    two children, a girl who was about five or six years old and a boy who looked four. The girl was


    barefoot, wearing very ragged clothes. They looked like adjusted adult clothes that had been washed


    so many times, and had lost their original color.


    The boy’s clothes were slightly better.


    The girl had a basket on her back. While her mother was cooking, she yed in the courtyard with her


    little brother.


    Estelle sat on a bench in the courtyard, turned her head and saw the little girl staring nkly at her. Her


    eyes were full of curiosity, and seemed to be filled with other emotions as well.


    Estelle took thest bag of cookies from her bag and gave it to her. “You eat it!”


    The girl took a step back, looked at Estelle and shook her head.


    “Do you want it?” Estelle asked casually. “You can eat this, you know.”


    The girl slowly approached, took the cookies from Estelle’s hand, said a quiet thank you”, then turned


    and left.


    She waved to her little brother, happily shaking the cookies in her hand.


    The boy looked up, drooling all over his clothes.


    Just as the girl opened the bag of cookies, the woman who was cooking suddenly appeared with a


    basket in her hand. She quickly grabbed the cookies from the girl’s hand and handed the basket to her,


    speaking in the local dialect.


    Estelle understood a few sentences, the gist being that she wanted the girl to go to the nearby


    vegetable garden to pick vegetables


    The girl looked back at the cookies in her mother’s hand, licked her lips, and ran out quickly with the


    basket.


    The woman didn’t save the cookies for her daughter. She gave them to the boy next to her, urging him,


    “Eat quickly, you have to finish before shees back!


    She spoke quickly, thinking that Estelle couldn’t understand. Then she smiled at Estelle and went back


    to the kitchen.


    When the girl came back with the vegetables, her brother had already stuffed the whole bag of cookies


    into his mouth, grinning triumphantly at her.


    Tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes. She seemed to want to cry, but in the end, she held back her


    tears.


    There were no more cookies in Estelle’s bag. She could only watch as the girl squat down in


    disappointment, her heart aching”


    She took a big gulp of water, then looked up at the zing sun. The intense sunlight made her eyes


    dazzle.