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Chapter 1164 Good times for everyone (Second update, please subscribe)
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines into Kuala Lumpur, the city has already awakened from its slumber.

Although there are more than 100,000 indigenous people living in this city with a population of one million, the early morning here is quiet, without the sound of morning prayers in the temple. For these people who have worked in the factory for more than ten hours, they just want to rest a little more every day.

In fact, most people are like this. Busy work will make people lose interest in everything.

Another time, Ananda was awakened by the noise of the neighbor's children. Although there was a wall between them, he still shouted:
"Damn it, why are you making so much noise so early in the morning? Don't you have to go to work?"

Soon, the voice of a woman scolding the children came from the other side of the wall. When the children quieted down, Ananda, who had just gotten up, said contemptuously:

"I knew he was a country bumpkin!"

The woman next door speaks Malay, which is spoken only by the country bumpkins who have just moved to a big city like Kuala Lumpur. But they will soon learn to speak Mandarin on their own initiative - in a city like Kuala Lumpur, it is difficult to get by without speaking Mandarin.

In addition to newspapers, radio, and television, which are all in Chinese, the shop signs, bus stops, and everything else here are in Chinese and Chinese characters. Even in the factory, if you can't speak Chinese, you will suffer, because the foreman, the car manager, and other workshop supervisors are all Chinese.

With a contemptuous snort, Ananda saw his daughter as soon as he went out, and his brows immediately frowned. He had been trying very hard in the past few years, but to no avail... His wife could no longer give birth to children, and now he was too lazy to even do that kind of thing anymore.

It's not that I'm lazy...it's that I can't.

Looking into the kitchen, Ananda frowned and muttered:

"What a disappointing woman!"

Not being able to have children is definitely a woman’s problem!

Soon, the wife brought breakfast to the living room. Although the living room was only five or six square meters, it was just right for a family of three.

In fact, this is also a characteristic of the new villages in Kuala Lumpur. The living room is not big. The largest of the two bedrooms is only seven or eight square meters, and the smallest is five or six square meters. A house with two bedrooms and one living room is only about 40 square meters.

The apartment with a floor height of only 2.4 meters is not high, but the sound insulation is very poor. You can always hear the noise from the neighbors - the quarrels of couples, the crying of children, and so on. These houses are more like "pigeon cages" than apartments.

Such "pigeon cages" are very common in Malaya, Surabaya, Zamboanga and other places. Although they are small, they are regarded as a model of "socialized housing" by the United Nations and are highly praised.

In these countries and regions, such six-story apartments are neatly arranged like soldiers. They are the first choice for new residents in the city because of their cheap rent and good facilities.

Of course, this is their only choice.

After all, this is an official residence.

At the beginning, they thought that only two bedrooms might not be enough to live in, but now it seems that they cannot have children...even if there are two houses, they don’t feel that the rooms are not enough.

Ananda felt depressed at the thought of not having children, and even his daughter seemed a little annoyed. In the end, he just sighed, had a quick breakfast, and went to work.

……

While Ananda was enjoying breakfast, Lin Guodong was also enjoying breakfast in another new village a few kilometers away.

There were several children sitting around the table. The oldest was only 8 years old and the youngest was only five months old. The seven children were laughing while having breakfast.

While his wife was feeding the youngest child, although she was a local, she was very considerate and caring. Now, she was pregnant again.

Lin Guodong is very satisfied with his current life. He has never even imagined that he would live such a life.

They entered the military academy in 1936, fought in wars from south to north for more than ten years, and finally ended up in a foreign country. If it weren't for the help from Nanyang, they would probably still be in the mountains of North Vietnam.

But now?
Looking at his wife and children gathered around the table, he cast his gaze out the window. Through the window of the restaurant, he could see the neighbors across the street.

The houses were identical, and looked no different. They were two-story wooden buildings with three windows above the attic. They looked the same in the village except for the slightly different color.

These houses were provided by the Tangren Association. A few years ago, they evacuated here from North Vietnam. Those with families were arranged to live in such houses. Singles lived in dormitories. Later, they gradually found wives, most of whom were local girls.

Just like Lam Kwok Tung's wife, she is also an indigenous person.

However, now many indigenous women are willing to marry Tang people because Tang people do not beat their wives.

But indigenous men often beat their wives.

In the new villages where the indigenous people live, wife beating is almost commonplace. As a policeman, Lam Kwok-tung often receives such requests for help.

When faced with women's requests for help, they will place them in nearby women's protection agencies to protect their safety.

Because most of those protection agencies are located in single dormitories, where many veterans like him live. What they despise most are people who beat their wives, so no Malay husband dares to cause trouble there.

However, this also brings a side effect, which is that those women can easily fall in love with the men in the single dormitory while being protected there.

Then there is divorce - in fact, this procedure is not even necessary because most of them do not have legal marriage procedures.

So, without realizing it, many veterans found wives and moved into such new villages.

“Maybe, this is life!”

Looking at the family, his wife, children and elders, Lin Guodong smiled. After breakfast, he said.

"Big brother, you take your brothers and sisters to wait for the school bus nearby. Ah Sha, I'm going to work first. You take care of yourself at home and remember to eat more fruits."

Listening to her husband's concern, Asha nodded and said:

"I know that you should take care of yourself when you are at work. Remember to drink more tea when you are on patrol." As Sha said this, she picked up the kettle from the side, walked to the door and handed it to her husband. In the porch, while the children were not around, she looked left and right, and then, imitating the women on TV, quietly kissed her husband.

There were no words, just a kiss, and then she looked at Lam Kwok Tung with a happy face and helped him straighten his collar.

"Come back early after get off work."

"Ok!"

Lam Kwok Tung touched his wife's cheek affectionately, then opened the door, pushed open the magnetic screen door, and rode his bicycle to work.

Looking at the houses on the roadside and the children queuing up to wait for the school bus, Lin Guodong's face showed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

This smile is a satisfied one.

Such a house, such a life, such a wife and children, these were all things Lam Kwok Tung had never imagined before.

But it was the life he had always dreamed of.

……

"What the hell is this life like? Not only do I have to work so hard all day, but women can't even have children."

In the crowded bus, Ananda thought about his life and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He even had an urge to go home and give that woman a good beating.

If a woman can't have children, what's the point of keeping her if not beating her?
The smell in the crowded bus was very bad. Ananda was in the crowd, just thinking about this while looking out the window.

Looking at the bustling city outside the window, he couldn't even remember the surprise he felt when he first entered the city and saw the people here and everything. Now, he just watched it all numbly.

Like many people in the carriage, they came to the city from the countryside, then entered the factory, and then worked like cattle and horses, busy for more than ten hours a day, just to fight for such a meager salary. Then they dragged their tired bodies back to the apartment, back to the noisy house every night, listening to the beatings and scoldings, crying around them...

But even so, he would not return to the countryside. After all, life here was better than there anyway.

Dozens of minutes later, Ananda got off the bus and arrived at the factory where he worked - Abdullah Oil Factory. As soon as he entered the factory, Ananda started working with other people.

Although the salary was very low, he still worked very hard. After all, the boss Abdullah was not only one of their own, but also a well-known local figure and a close confidant of the Sultan. For hundreds of years, he had been one of the most prestigious families. Compared with working for the Tang people, they were more willing to work for such a master. After all, it was an honor to work for them. So even if the salary was a little less and the work was very hard, they still worked hard without complaint.

The factory is simple, and so are the equipment. Under the pressure of the oil pressing force, the red cottonseed oil is squeezed out. As soon as it is squeezed out, it is directly put into a large iron barrel, and then divided into green glass bottles, labeled, packed and shipped to various places.

While the workers in the factory were busy, Abdullah was standing by the window, watching the boxes of fuel being loaded onto trucks. When he heard the sound of the door being pushed open behind him, he said with great pride.

"Malda, have you seen that our factory's products are sent out as soon as they are produced? There is simply not enough to sell!"

"Yeah, boss, there aren't enough to sell!"

Malda also echoed, and then said:
"The only pity is that the cotton seeds from the cotton ginning factories are in short supply now. Not to mention us, even the factories in Sudan don't have enough cotton seeds. Without cotton seeds, we can't squeeze out enough oil..."

These cotton seeds are extremely cheap!

For them, it doesn't even cost anything, because cotton seeds themselves are a by-product of delinting - the cotton seeds that have been delinted multiple times by delinting machines in cotton ginning factories are of no use at all, and the remaining cotton seeds are used to extract oil.

These oil mills were political from the beginning - they were all opened by several sultans and UMNO leaders, who obtained cotton seeds from the Chinese cotton mills for almost free, then pressed the oil and bottled it for sale. Because of their identity, status and general relationship, the buyers of cotton seed oil were all indigenous people.

Who doesn’t like such a no-cost business?
"Oh, what a pity!"

Abdullah said, smoking a cigar.

"I'll talk to them later and see if we can get a few dozen more tons of cotton seeds. All this costs money..."

"Boss, you are right, but..."

Marda said:
"The Department of Health issued another notice, requiring us to use advanced oil pressing equipment, saying that our production equipment is too simple and the crude oil we produce is unhygienic..."

Before Malda could finish, Abdullah said loudly:
"What a joke! Replacing the equipment requires money. They just asked us to replace the equipment. Will they pay for it? Don't worry about those guys. They are just the Department of Health. How can they control us?"

Having said this, Abdullah took a puff of his cigar and said proudly.

"Don't you see who we are?"

As he said this, he smugly picked up the newspaper from the table. In fact, he usually doesn't read newspapers because they are all written in Chinese.

Therefore, there is no need to read newspapers at all. If you read them, you will probably only be able to understand a few words.

But today, when he picked up the newspaper and saw the front page, he was suddenly stunned.

"This, what's going on!"

The reason why he was so surprised was that the news in the newspaper was so sensational that he read it several times to make sure he was not mistaken.

At this moment, he heard a lot of shouting coming from outside. Before he could react, he saw angry workers rushing in with sack hooks...

(End of this chapter)