West Bengal, India.

This is the rice cultivation area in Tianzhu, located in the northeast of Tianzhu, and is part of the Ganges Delta plain. The local climate is hot and the influence of the tropical monsoon climate is a very good rice cultivation area.

But at this moment, there is an unimaginable situation here.

Near the local city of Howra, in the suburbs near the banks of the Ganges.

Rows of low buildings, most of the so-called houses are iron houses, and those two or three-story cement houses have become outstanding.

Compared with the tall buildings in the city, or the "high caste rich area", this place is simply a hell, a naked slum.

The solidification of this land over thousands of years can be said to be deeply rooted. The high caste is always high and the low caste can only be used as a cattle and a horse for the rest of its life. This is a society that has been completely locked down.

Piles of garbage were piled up on the roadside, green-headed flies were buzzing everywhere, and hundreds of wires were tangled together on the tenacious telephone poles, as messy as the hair of a homeless man.

The air was filled with a strong curry smell, and the smell of spices seemed to cover up other flavors.

It had just rained heavily, and a thin old man, walking barefoot on a muddy road, walked hard towards the shop not far away.

At the entrance of the shop not far away, a winding line was already lined up. The line was like a suffocating earthworm, trapped by the muddy land, and it was twisting uneasy.

Old Ambani finally lined up behind the line, and the poor people in naked upper bodies or wearing tattered clothes were whispering and discussing.

"Have you heard of it?"

"What……"

“Rice prices have risen again.”

"Brahma is above, it's so bad."

"I heard it has risen to 35 rupees."

“This is impossible to live.”

“…”

Old Ambani felt tighter and couldn't help but pinch the rice bag in his hand and 200 rupees and 10 rupees equal to 1 Huayuan, for fear of being patronized by thieves.

However, Old Ambani is also very afraid of the rising rice prices now. Prices continue to rise, but income does not rise but falls.

In early March, the rice price in Tianzhu was only 1,113 rupees per kilogram, but now it has soared to 35 rupees per kilogram, up 300 meter prices year-on-year, which not only made the poor complain, but also indirectly increased the prices of other things.

The average monthly income of the poor in India is about 20003,000 rupees. If it was the previous rice price, it would cost 300 rupees to buy enough rice for a month. Now it must cost 900 rupees to be enough.

If other foods are added, each of them now needs to spend 1,500 rupees to barely fill their stomachs.

While thinking about it, they lined up anxiously.

Half an hour later, Old Ambani saw that there were ten people left in front of him, and he felt a little relieved.

Suddenly, there were a burst of commotion in front of me.

"No"

"Damn..."

"No more"

The store staff placed a wooden sign with the sold-out rice at the door.

The poor people queuing up started to curse.

Old Ambani looked at the red letters in disappointment, as dazzling as blood, and he became in a state of dismay. There was only a lot of food left in the house.

If you can't buy food, not only will you starve to death, but your wife and grandchildren will also starve to death.

In desperation, he could only go to another shop further away, hoping that food could be bought there. The long hunger made Old Ambani not only walk slowly, but also gave people a sense of shaky fragility.

In the sky, cumulonimbus clouds coming from the Bay of Bengal slowly deposited over Howrah, feeling a sense of depression before a storm.

Old Ambani struggled to take two steps quickly.

Suddenly a man wrapped in a face towel appeared in front of him and suddenly attacked Old Ambani. The man trembled his hands and grabbed Old Ambani's left hand with a rice bag and 200 rupees madly.

But under the tension, I was in vain.

Bang! The old man used all his strength to smash the masked man's head with a crutch.

"Robbery..." Old Ambani shouted shrillly.

In the pain, the masked man was very fierce in his heart. He pulled out only half of the rusty scissors from his waist and stabbed them hard into Old Ambani's chest.

The old man's ups and downs, and blood gushed out instantly, splashing all over the masked man.

Without caring about anything else, the masked man hurriedly grabbed the 200 rupees, but the old man was still very tenaciously holding the banknotes.

Tear! Three pieces of paper money were scratched and cracked by the masked man. The masked man was furious and was about to open the old man's hand, but many people were already rushing over.

The masked man could only wave half of scissors and flee into the alley.

Crack... A dazzling lightning sounded in the dark clouds, and then a heavy rain fell on the slums.

The cold raindrops slapped on Old Ambani. Old Ambani, who was holding a crutch, was still holding the three remaining half of the bills tightly, and blood kept coming out of the wounds on his chest.

His gradually dissipated pupils were still staring at the end of the street, the closed shop.

Several poor people who rushed over met the old man in fear and found that the old man's body was stiff, his cold body temperature was completely dissipated.

“He is back to Lord Shiva.”

The policeman who was always the last to appear finally arrived late after half an hour.

"This is a ghost weather." The sheriff murmured.

After looking at the wet corpse, he immediately turned his attention to his shiny sheepskin boots. Looking at the leather boots that had been contaminated by the muddy road, he felt distressed.

"You guys are quicker."

"Okay, OK."

...

On a tall building in Howra.

Through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the slum.

John put down the telescope in his hand and said disgustedly: "These inferior people should disappear in this world."

"It seems that China has failed." Ivan, who was looking at the computer, raised his head and said.

John picked up a glass of red wine and drank it all, and then said without caring: "This time it was just an appetizer, and next time I will know that ants are ants."

Ivan said carelessly: "I found some very interesting information, you can take a look."

After saying that, he turned the notebook over, John put down his wine glass, looked at the notebook, and then he frowned.

Large-scale glass greenhouses are subsidized at low prices for electricity. Soybean production is expected to be 25 million tons this year

"Data confirmation"

"Although the Chinese Holy Temple has been wiped out, we have other pieces to use." Ivan shrugged and replied.

"Hmph! Let them be proud for a while, the next time will not be rice plague!" John smiled sinisterly.

This time, their rice plague did not paralyze China, but instead mistakenly captured the deputy, causing Tianzhu and Southeast Asia to be trapped.

Especially in the huge population of India, people have begun to starve to death in those slums, and the famine is becoming more and more serious.

On the other hand, Tianzhu hopes to buy food from the United States to respond to emergency services, but those international grain merchants have opened their mouths, not only the price is very high, but also a series of additional conditions.

The negotiations between the two sides ended unhappily.
Chapter completed!