The scorching sun is in the sky,

Chen Qi was digging the soil at the bottom of the pit, and the few young doctors waving their hoes were also covered in mud, making them look like a mud monkey.

Sweat flows down from the head and body, and washes out "sweat paths" on the soil on the surface of the body, and the breathing sounds like bellows.

Chen Qi lifted a frame of soil hard, and Wang Jiliang quickly followed it up, and then poured the soil out.

"Oh my god, the sun is so poisonous, give me a kettle of water."

The person on the mud pit quickly handed down a military kettle. Chen Qi opened the lid and drank it happily, causing several young doctors at the bottom of the pit to swallow their saliva.

Chen Qi had almost finished drinking, burped, looked at several subordinates and said apologetically:

"If you want to drink water, find your own kettle. Forget mine. I have drunk you and you have drunk him. We are contributing to infectious diseases."

Chen Bao even threw down his hoe and sat at the bottom of the pit without thinking about moving:

"Director Chen, this is so unfair. We work hard. Look at these victims, they would rather sleep and catch lice than come and help. What are we trying to do?"

The pit that Chen Qi and the others dug was actually trying to build a septic tank.

Because the hygiene conditions in the entire refugee camp are particularly poor, for example, these black people urinate and defecate at will, and they will easily step on feces if they accidentally walk on the road.

This is no longer a question of whether it is nausea or not, but the hygiene situation is too bad, which will become an infectious disease plague and provide the best conditions for transmission.

Hunger will kill people, and thirst will kill people, but these dead people will kill people.

If there is a plague, then the dead people in the refugee camp will be scattered, which is even more powerful than harvesting wheat.

So Chen Qi's idea was to build a septic tank around the camp, so that the victims' urine and defecation must be concentrated, and all garbage must be processed in a centralized manner and buried in a deep manner.

In addition, the corpse cannot be thrown at "Jingguan", and even Jingguan needs to find a way to burn it. Once the corpse plague occurs, it is not a joke.

But the idea is good, but it is really too difficult to implement.

Chen Qi's idea was that these victims were idle anyway. Although most women, children and the elderly had lost their labor force, there were always some young and middle-aged black people who were still relatively strong.

Anyway, the day after Chen Qi arrived at this camp, he had seen several fights over food.

If you have the strength to fight, you must have the strength to dig a hole, right?

As a result, the guy shouted for a long time, calling on everyone to work together to build a clean and tidy new home to prevent the spread of the disease.

There is not a single black person to sign up.

They would rather lie on the ground and do nothing, or go outside the camp to find some edible weeds and barks, or the like, than work.

Not to mention that the victims were unwilling to sign up, even the more than 200 black soldiers who managed the refugee camps did not sign up.

When these soldiers heard that they were going to do physical work, they shook their heads like rattles, and they lay in the tents and stopped coming out.

Only then did Chen Qi realize the evaluation of black people on the Internet in his previous life.

One word: "lazy".

If you want to add a few more words, it would be: "How damn it is lazy!"

Chen Qi's mentor in his previous life had experience in aiding Africa. During his chat, he said that Africa is really suitable for growing various foods and fruits and vegetables.

For example, Chinese people are so happy when they come to Africa, they grow all kinds of vegetables and fruits in the garden.

Because the land is fertile, the temperature is suitable, and the sun is sufficient, there is no need to cultivate and plant it carefully, but the yield is quite gratifying, and it is simply a rhythm of endless food.

But what do Africans do? They are unwilling to farm, so when they are hungry, they go find some wild fruits to eat, or simply wait for relief.

If you can't even get relief, then rob and steal.

Farming is impossible, and it will never be able to farm in the whole family.

Even the most hardworking black Africans just scattered their seeds into the land. As for how much they get, it depends on the will of God. It is impossible to let them cultivate the land, weed and catch insects.

At that time, the doctor's expression of grief and anger at the Africans was deeply engraved in Chen Qi's memory.

It turned out that after he came to Africa, he had a good impression of Vivian and other black men who worked hard to fish, and he also changed his impression.

As a result, when I arrived at the Markney refugee camp, I realized that the words of the mentor in his previous life were true and he was not wrong at all.

Danfan and other Africans were more successful and willing to help Chinese doctors dig holes and channels. In fact, Chen Qi would not treat them badly at all.

At worst, you can take out some food from the space, set up a porridge factory, and give these black people who are willing to work as coolies a sip of porridge, so that they will not starve to death.

As a result, no one came.

Chen Qi himself is a scholar, and the 40 young male doctors he brought were also a group of scholars.

If you expect such a group of weak scholars to dig deep pits and dig water canals, you will know that this task is too difficult.

Moreover, this refugee camp has a population of 20,000. Even if 200 people are a "pit", it will take at least 100, so that 41 doctors can dig it?

This is really an international joke.

Chen Qi dug at the bottom of the pit for a long time, but couldn't stand it anymore, so he crawled out of the pit and quickly ran to the tent and lay directly on the ground. He couldn't get enough time.

At this time, his lips were dry and cracked. The thing he wanted to do was hide in the space and drink a can of ice coke in Meimei, and then burp it happily.

When Luo Wei saw Chen Qi lying on the ground, he quickly took a fan to fan the leader, and then looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

Chen Qi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Luo Wei, just say anything, you can say it, he looks like a woman with a hesitant look." Lan

Luo Wei also took the initiative and plucked up the courage to say:

"Director Chen, I think it's meaningless to do this. The planning on the drawings requires at least a thousand people to complete it. Just because we 41 people are not good at all. Let me first state that it's not that I have bad ideological awareness, I, I..."

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Chen Qi looked up and smiled: "Why, I have complained after only a few days of work?"

"No, I, I'm just a little bit unhappy."

"Just complain, let's not talk about you, I'm not happy either. Damn, who are we doing this for? Not for them, the victims? As a result, they would rather lie down than work, not save themselves, and wait for others to come to save them?"

Chen Qi threw away the enamel cup in his hand and sat up all of a sudden:

"Luo Wei, go out and tell everyone that we will stop doing it. We will build a wall around our camp and dig a trench. In addition, we must not forget the septic tank. If we can't control others, we can only manage ourselves."

Chen Qi originally wanted to do a big fight, just like in China. At the command from above, the people responded one after another, and then the tweeter played the songs of the mic, and everyone was working hard.

We will strive to transform this refugee camp into a model refugee camp, make good hygiene, and try to avoid deaths.

But these black people don’t cooperate, so they have no choice but to give up.

To be honest, Chen Qi was a little confused at once. If he could not find a way to save people on a large scale, how many of their 41 doctors could save?

The key is that there is also the limitation of drugs, which is an additional task, so the medicine only brings a semi-truck. How many people can these drugs support the rescue?

The cruel reality is in front of you, letting Chen Qi know that he is bringing so many people to the point of being a so-called "sorry".

Just as Chen Qi was lying on the ground thinking about the future, he heard someone exclaiming outside the "temporary hospital" and someone making exclamations.

Chen Qi had the experience of being kidnapped by the rebels, and had a psychological shadow. When he heard the chaos outside, his heart beat faster. He thought that it wouldn't be so full, right? This refugee camp is going to be occupied by the rebels again? But he didn't hear gunshots.

Chen Qi quickly got up from the ground, ran quickly outside the tent, grabbed someone and asked:

"What's going on? What are these black people doing? Why are they running around?"

Because of the drought, when hundreds or thousands of people run, the dust raised is like heavy fog. In the dust, a group of black people run around and keep shouting, and the scene is quite spectacular.

"This is, what traditional festival is this?"

At this time, Chen Baolian ran in from the door and said with a disgust: "This group of people are catching mice."

"Catch a mouse? Oh, what do you think it's?" Lan

Everyone understands that there is absolutely a shortage of food now. Anyone who eats it will be snatched away. After all, mice are meat, which is much better than bark.

This Africans have the habit of eating roasted mice or sashimi, so they are no longer surprised.

Seeing everyone's disapproval, Chen Bao took a breath and said unbearably:

"If you just catch mice, you can forget it. Do you know that these mice are not humans? Oh no, they are not humans at all."

Chen Qi looked at Chen Baolian a little strangely: "What's wrong? Looks like you are so angry."

Chen Baolian pointed to a broken tent in the distance and said:

"Just over there, did you see that broken tent? Now many people are surrounded by a family of six. There are some conditions for those who can live in the tent. Then I don't know what happened. All the six people died, and even the children were killed. It was probably because of robbing food."

"Yo, it's so pitiful!"

"There is even more pitiful. The six people in this family were killed. They were not discovered yet, but they were captured by rats. A group of mice hid in a tent and ate the body of the family. Finally, they were discovered. The mice ran away. Look, the black people were catching mice and eating them."

When rats eat people, people eat mice, when they think of this scene, many people feel disgusted again.

Chen Qi murmured, and couldn't help but think of the poem "Cairen's Ai" by the early Qing Dynasty poet Qu Dajun.

It is better for the husband and wife to die of hunger and starve to death in the year of the year.

If you get three thousand money, you can get one mile if you have one piece of money.

The texture of hibiscus is cooked with fragrant aroma, and the milk is made of wontons and people are competing to taste it.

The two arms first broke the slaughter shop, and then cut off the thighs and kept it in soup.

If you don’t order, you must not ask for fresh meat, and you can see the hungry people in your stomach.
To be continued...