At noon,
The Afghans ate wild-vegetable pilaf with their hands,
While Shen Jin and the others ate steaming rice, braised pork, and cucumber salad.
The Afghans, who had been brimming with happiness, looked at Shen Jin and the others' meals,
And suddenly, the rice balls in their hands no longer seemed appetizing.
They had only cooked half of the hundred jin of rice,
So they stared into Shen Jin and the others' lunch boxes,
While asking, "Is this fair?"
And, with "smack, smack~" sounds, they squeezed their rice into balls and ate every last bite.
No matter how hard Jieke tried, he could not understand,
Why these people had not cooked, yet all the food they took out was steaming hot.
Their backpacks were clearly so flat,
So how did they keep taking out an endless supply of things?
"Hey, look at these Chinese people. Aren't they a little different?"
"Different how?"
"They look pretty ordinary, but the moment they do something, their presence really shines through."
"Well, damn, brother, you sure know how to judge people!"
The Afghans ate while discussing it in low voices,
Accepting someone's gifts left you beholden to them, and eating their food made it hard to speak against them.
No one came to provoke them again. Instead, as their hunger eased, they all developed a strange thought,
Wouldn't it be wonderful to have food every day?
Sun Li took all of this in and whispered to Ding Bowen, "With the boss using both kindness and intimidation, we won't encounter any resistance here for a while. These Afghans will all have to work hard for us."
Ding Bowen nodded firmly in agreement.
After lunch, Shen Jin took three old miners and flew toward the lapis lazuli vein they had described as currently having the highest