195: Arrival at Bamboo Village

For Raphael and the others, it was hard for them to imagine that anyone in this world could be so poor.

Because they had been born into lives of comfort, never wanting for food or clothing, and their discussions revolved around various luxury goods and extravagant sports cars.

No one would discuss with them how terrible it was to be hungry, or how painful it was for people who couldn't earn money.

Just as Jiang Nan couldn't imagine how rich they were.

It was her first time flying on a private jet.

If her sister hadn't bought her a plane ticket in advance last time, she would never have chosen to fly.

How much money would that cost?

But if her sister hadn't bought her the ticket, she might not have had her current experience either.

She looked at the facilities on the plane, which were different from the planes she had flown on before.

It was like a hotel inside, with soft sofa seats and a table in the middle.

The table was laden with all sorts of food and snacks.

If you were tired, you could even go to a suite to bathe and rest.

Compared to this, she felt like an unworldly country girl.

Of course, she was.

"So you're taking us to see poor people?" Du Xihou blurted out carelessly.

"An annual income of less than ten thousand? How is that possible? Don't they have jobs?"

Ye Bai once again sighed, realizing that the biggest dividing line between people was indeed the amniotic fluid.

Vilan said, "You'll know when you go and see."

Du Xihou closed his mouth, but Raphael waved to the flight attendant to bring a set of Mahjong and a deck of Playing cards.

"Want to play?"

The group started playing Mahjong.

The photographer recorded everything while moving to Ye Bai's side, "Should those words also be recorded?"

Ye Bai nodded, "Of course, full video recording. I'll edit it myself later."

"Alright."

Soon, amidst the sound of Mahjong tiles, everyone arrived in Nan'an City.

The city's first impression was its strong winds. From their commercial vehicle, they could see leaves outside being blown haphazardly by the wind.

After putting their luggage in the hotel, Raphael suggested they go out for a stroll.

He generously offered to pay for anything anyone wanted to buy.

At his words, everyone was excited.

"Even expensive things?" asked Jiang Ze, one of the photographers.

Raphael raised an eyebrow, "You want to buy custom-made?"

He scanned Jiang Ze up and down, "If you like it, it's not impossible."

Jiang Ze immediately understood that this rich young master had probably misunderstood him. He waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I was talking about clothes from Boya Collection."

He had long thought that a particular outfit from Boya Collection was especially cool, and perhaps he could occasionally wear it to weddings or something.

However, that outfit was very expensive, and he had never made up his mind.

"Boya Collection?" Raphael didn't understand, "How much does it cost?"

Jiang Ze cautiously gestured a number, "Two thousand yuan."

Raphael: ..."You can buy ten sets."

Jiang Ze: !!!

They happily went out to have fun, while Ye Bai looked at the list in his hand.

"Pencils, notebooks, nutritional supplements, assault jackets, down jackets..."

"Are you planning to give all these to them?" Vilan emerged from behind him.

Ye Bai hummed, "I think they'll be very happy to receive them."

He had looked up information about the place online. It was remote, but there were quite a few students, about a hundred of them.

However, this only increased the burden on the volunteer teachers.

Not only were there too many students to manage, but the children were also not all in the same grade.

It wasn't until evening that everyone gradually returned to the hotel.

Jiang Ze was holding a set of clothes in his hand, looking very happy. He didn't buy ten sets as Raphael had suggested.

After all, someone else was paying for it, and he felt embarrassed to ask for more.

But he had already decided that this time, he would definitely photograph Raphael looking handsome.

The others also bought some things, more or less.

When Raphael finally paid the bill, he realized they had only spent a little over ten thousand yuan.

He exclaimed that everyone was too conservative in their spending.

The next day.

The commercial vehicle carried everyone deep into the mountains. The city gradually disappeared, replaced by narrow roads and mountains close at hand.

There were also some houses around, but they all looked a bit dilapidated.

Raphael and Du Xihou, having never seen such sights, were very excited.

"Wow, the air is so fresh!"

"They all live in detached villas! It's just that these villas need renovation."

Ye Bai: ...He stopped when he passed the post office, went in to ask someone for directions, and learned that they needed a local to guide them to Zhuxiang.

They happened to meet a local from Zhuxiang who was there to mail a letter, and he offered to take them.

The man was riding a motorcycle and led the way in front of them.

Two hours later.

The vehicle stopped, and the assistant said, "Boss, the car can only go this far."

The vehicle was parked in the middle of the mountain, where the road ended, and ahead were only messy trees.

Further up, there was only a small path for motorcycles and people.

"Get out of the car, everyone," the man called out, "You'll have to walk from here."

Ye Bai and the others got out and started walking, but fortunately, there were enough people, so they divided the luggage and it wasn't too heavy.

The villager's motorcycle also helped carry a lot of things.

"I say, what are you city folks doing coming all the way out here?" The villager's motorcycle wasn't going fast, and a cloud of dust trailed behind him.

Ye Bai, panting, said, "I'm Li Xinran's friend. I came to see him this time."

"Teacher Li?" The villager said with a local accent, "Oh, you should have said you were Teacher Li's friends earlier!"

"Come, come, take this motorcycle!"

Ye Bai waved his hands repeatedly, "No need, no need."

"Then how about this, you..." He looked around, his gaze settling on Jiang Nan, the only woman present, "Come, sit behind me, I'll give you a ride!"

Jiang Nan politely declined; she wasn't very tired.

Du Xihou, however, gasped, "Give me a ride, I can't go on."

Seeing the large beads of sweat on his forehead, the villager quickly helped him onto the motorcycle.

Among this group, he and Raphael were in the worst physical condition.

Ye Bai had been exercising recently, and Li Ce and Vilan always worked out, but these two only went out to eat or drink every day.

Du Xihou had only been riding for a short while when Raphael also couldn't go on.

The villager could only take turns carrying them.

Jiang Ze diligently recorded everything.

The mountain road was difficult, with frequent stops and starts. It wasn't until late at night that the group, exhausted, finally reached the village.

Seeing them half-dead with exhaustion, the villager, fearing they might die, simply led them to his home.

"I'll tell my wife to make some food; you all rest first."

His wife, who looked to be in her fifties, pulled him aside when she saw him bring so many people home, "Who are all these people?"

"They said they're Teacher Li's friends, here to find him," the villager said.

"Oh! They're Teacher Li's friends, then I'll quickly go make dinner! You pour them some tea!"

"There's also milk bought during the New Year in the house, get it for them."