Choosing to settle in Marindian's home is not an easy task.

The profit cycle of investing in the city is not short, and considering Malindi's backwardness, this cycle may be extended.

Fortunately, the locals are still very friendly to Chinese visitors, and Yi Zizhuo did not intend to learn from the apartheid system that the British had built during the Hong Kong colonial period.

That system will only draw a clear line between the locals and themselves, and the final result is to lose potential followers. Yi Zizhuo is not here to make money, he is here to win people's hearts.

Based on the Chinese porcelain and ancient coins found in Malindi and the coastal areas, it can be believed that Persians and Arabs began to trade with East Africa in the 9th century AD and brought Chinese porcelain and ancient coins.

Regarding this, Yi Zizhuo intends to compile it into the textbook to educate local indigenous black children, promote a historical origin, and also to promote harmonious coexistence among different ethnic groups.

Fortunately, in history, the process and results of China's visit to Africa were full of kindness and beauty.

The exchanges between China and Malindi should have begun in the early 15th century. From 1405 to 1433 AD, the Ming government at that time had the famous navigator Zheng He lead a huge ocean-going fleet to the West for seven times.

The fifth time he arrived on the coast of East Africa and visited Malindi.

At that time, this place was called Malin by the Chinese, and the visit of the Chinese fleet was warmly welcomed. The king of Malin also presented giraffes to the fleet to show friendship.

Giraffes are regarded as a holy spirit and auspicious thing in China. Some people suspect that the legendary Qilin has the shadow of a giraffe.

Such friendly exchanges, coupled with China's free aid to Kenya in recent years, Yi Zizhuo quickly established prestige here and gained the loyalty and love of the locals.

Although this loyalty does not have much practical significance, many measures can be easily implemented. As long as a strong bond of interests is established between the two parties, it can unite everyone.

The convertible off-road vehicle has no cover on the roof and only some metal shelves that can make people stand up and enjoy the original natural beauty.

Izizhuo stood in the back seat, holding the metal pole with both hands, and saw all the beautiful scenery in the wilderness. He is now the king here, patrolling the territory like a lion. He observes and thinks, and meditates hard for the development of his future career.

The air in Malindi smells quiet, and no one hangs out on the black streets. Under Zhu Haoke's arrangement, everyone is busy working, not for others, but for their own lives.

Africa is not Southeast Asia, and there is no easy harvest of fruits and food, so the people here are hardworking. Those who are not hardworking can only starve to death.

But the black people here are extremely lazy, with a farming and free-range agricultural development model, and their productivity is very low. In addition, they are under heavy burdens of life, and their displaced life is in danger, and they tortured these miserable black people into wood.

They are lazy not because they want to get something for nothing, but because they can't fill their stomachs no matter how hard they work.

They were tortured into slaves by pain, people with no hope. They did not rush in, and would not want to work.

So, when Yi Zizhuo came here, he did not distribute food and medicine, nor did he hold the skinny palms of a black farmer like a prime minister.

Yizizhuo did practical things. He paved bridges and built roads to let these black people understand that as long as they were willing to work, they could exchange for a better life. Instead of giving away supplies necessary for survival and providing a job, they could ignite the hope in these people's hearts.

Early this morning, Yi Zizhuo woke up in the heat wave. The whole town showed the vastness of the blue sea and blue sky. Following the only gravel road, he drove an off-road vehicle aimlessly, with cactus trees on the road, with thorns on the top of the flowers.

After a while, I came to the beach and looked at the Indian Ocean that was showing in front of me. In the sea, only snow-white waves were rolling slightly, the wind was not strong, and the waves were clear and shallow.

In the endless Indian Ocean, three black children used shrimp to catch small fish that were not much older than shrimp. They were about fourteen or fifteen years old, with thick lips and round rumbling, their hair was very short and slightly curled.

Their parents should be working, but these children rarely smile on their faces. Although they have been hungry and numb for a long time, they still have marks on their bodies.

But at least, the eyes were already shining with brilliance, and Yizizhuo was very happy because it was all his reasons.

If you sow the seeds of hope for others, you will reap happiness.

Yi Zizhuo looked at it with relish. After a while, his chest and back were burning to ache. Then he suddenly realized that this was the equatorial area, and the power of the sun's true fire was extraordinary.

The spoiled body cannot withstand the violent burning of the sun.

When they came to their senses, inadvertently, the children had disappeared. They had already begun to stalk from the high platform to the Indian Ocean. The fish they caught seemed to have been in a position with them, lying in despair in the bamboo basket, beating in vain under the sun.

On the far side of the sea, white pillars stand on the top of the waves, and white birds hover over their heads.

Izizhuo remembers that it was a coral pillar built by Da Gama in 1498 to point out the direction here, and the cross on the top was brought along the way from Lisbon.

Surprisingly, such experienced things can be placed so casually without maintenance, and they are allowed to be eroded by wind and sunshine. However, it is precisely because of this that this white pillar has such a profound historical heritage.

The tempering of nature adds a transcendent temperament to it. In the long years, it is quiet and sad. In front of a noisy and vivid scene of labor, in the strong fishy smell, it is as pure and light as if standing in another world.

Yi Zizhuo is not a poet, but he can also realize the vicissitudes passed down from above. Time itself is power and shocking.

On the beach, several black fishermen in shorts were planning to go out to fish. They were driving small wooden boats, which were made of harpoons made of branches.

There is no way, the fishing net has long been broken and cannot be used.

Yizizhuo brought more than 10,000 people. In addition to stocking up grain, he also had to purchase more food locally. Demand created a market and the market gave birth to producers, so these fishermen have now returned to their old business.

Malindi, who was slightly ruined by the looting of the rebels, was regaining his vitality bit by bit, and his vitality was being accumulated bit by bit.

After turning around, the off-road vehicle stopped in front of the rusty iron gate as Yi Zizhuo's instructions.

He directly sent the driver away. Yi Zizhuo came forward alone with only one follower, raised his hand and gently knocked on the iron door.

It creaked open, like a sesame shouting to open the door. Yi Zizhuo saw a smiling and thin face sticking out but didn't say anything. Below was a black and shiny black shirtless, skinny and bone-skinned.

The ribs supported the skin one by one, and the residents here really had few taels of flesh on their bodies. Seeing all this, Yizizhuo sighed even more, what kind of life did the natives living here live?

Yizizhuo said in a slang sentence he had just learned: "I'll come to see Bai Zhuzi."

The black man standing opposite him smiled and replied, "Just walk along the wall."

The conversation between the two seemed to answer the code as if they were answering the code. Yi Zizhuo admired him very much. Facing a colonist leader who held the power of life and death, this black man who had no food to eat before, did not have a trace of flattery.

His smile was full of sincerity, more of a calm mind, and his spirit of being indifferent to the world, so full, in sharp contrast with his thin body.

The wind-beaten wall silently leads the direction of progress for Yizizhuo, walking in the narrow passage illuminated by the headlights. The wind makes the light sway around.

Izizhuo can see it even if he has been disrepair here for a long time.

Walking further forward, the hermit crab at his feet was so scared that he fled in panic. Yizizhuo saw it. Suddenly he smiled cheerfully. This is a paradise, at least for those who are rich in life. This is indeed a good resort.

"Maybe, we can start tourism here in the future?" Yi Zizhuo thought to himself, but manufacturing should be the first priority for economic development.

Without output, there is no reliable source of income. This is the most fundamental reason.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Yizi Zhuo knows this place more and more he falls in love with it.

If I still had worries and worries when I first came to Africa, then now, Yi Zizhuo has made up all his heart. His relaxed mood always makes people feel refreshed, and even the hot temperature is left behind.

At the end of the wall, Bai Yingying's pillar suddenly appeared, and her size and height were magnified in the dark.

Yi Zizhuo stroked the body of the pillar carefully and walked along the white pillar toward the blue sky. He couldn't help but sigh that the gorgeous photos were not as impressive as the real thing. This calmness and calmness embraces the changes of the five centuries.

Sit down with your back against the pillar, and you can listen to the sound of waves slapping on the shore with your ears and heart.

I guess Da Gama once sat here looking into the distance, but he didn't know that his eyes ahead were the India he had always dreamed of.

But Izizhuo, like Da Gama, regarded Malindi as his dream and devoted himself to managing this land well.

When walking out of the iron gate, Yi Zizhuo took out the money and asked the entourage to hand it over to the janitor. Only by doing this can the janitor visit the night time again, the janitor will be happy to provide convenience.

This time, the black natives in the guards took it happily and watched Yi Zizhuo leave. They had to have a meal without fighting with the world, and because they were not fighting with the world, they would not be bound by hypocritical courtesy and etiquette and would be willing to accept gifts from others.

In Malindi, there is one place that you must not miss, that is Marafa. Also known as Hell's Kitchen, it is a spectacular depression.

According to local legend, a black landlord bathed with milk and washed animals. In order to punish them, God suddenly collapsed and fell. The African people were very direct and jealous of wealth, even myths.

After arranging the work, Yi Zizhuo became idle. Now that the project has been implemented, there will be no major changes within at least one month, so Yi Zizhuo has a lot of time to take a walk.

I learned about the attraction of Malafa from the local people, and Izizhuoliki hired a guide and set out the next day.

However, the journey there is not short. Sometimes a blue-eared starling flies in front of the car, like a bright blue butterfly. It’s a pity that it flies too fast. It can’t be caught with the camera. There is only a blurry image.

On the way of the journey, Yizizhuo was surprised to travel through a large baobab forest. The rows of trunks were pink and white, with a faint metallic luster, and would never be confused with other trees.

Some trees have patterns on their trunks, which are very unique African plants. Baobabs are from the Mallow family, Baobabs, and there are only 8 species in the entire genus.

Because of the five complex leaves, the local natives called Baobab trees "backplanting trees". Because the branches have a twisted and twisted beauty, it looks like the roots facing up from a distance.

In African myths and legends, when the world was still young, "planting trees" mocked the weak trees. God was angry and pulled out the proud tree and returned to the ground. African myths shone everywhere with the jealousy of African people for superiority...

In Africa, God seems to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, all thanks to the efforts of the spokesmen of Jehovah.

Then again, Yi Zizhuo likes baobabs very much, which is something he has never been exposed to. However, it is this freshness that makes him fall in love with it at first sight.

When I was a child, the baobab tree was very thin, and the tree changed rapidly. According to the black guide who accompanied me, this kind of tree first rotted from the center when it died. Then suddenly collapsed and lost its shape.

With such a bizarre life history, no wonder some local natives think that Baobabs have the magic of death.

The dry season just passed, and in order to preserve moisture and avoid transpiration, plants have long given up their leaves. In September in Africa, there will be occasional downpours, which is also the most important time of the year for everything here.

It just so happened that Yizizhuo was in the blooming season, with white flowers hanging, which must be conspicuous against the night background, plus the fragrance. There are also bats responsible for pollination.

I don’t know why, there are no bees here, so I can only rely on black bats to do it. Everything is novel and interesting, attracting Izizhuo’s attention.

The buds grow into balls and are really similar to the fruits, so how can we distinguish between the small fruits of the Baobab tree and the buds?

The black guide explained this diligently. Then, according to the other party's explanation, Yi Zizhuo also tried to observe carefully. It turned out that it was not difficult to distinguish.

The buds of the baobab tree are clean and hang down from the tip of the branches. When the flowers bloom, the yellow sepals spread out greatly. After the flowers fade, the sepals dry up and stay on the buttocks of the fruit.

Looking closely at the lush baobab forest, it is different from the distance, at a distance of 5 meters and can reach 30 meters high. The thickness of the tree trunk is a major feature, with a diameter of more than ten meters.

African indigenous people can make full use of the space inside the tree trunk, shops, bars, warehouses, stations, prisons... to transform them into everything. Some people even built it into toilets and installed drainage systems.

In arid areas, some people hollowed out the trunks and drilled holes below, which became a natural wooden barrel that was connected to the rainwater and released water. It is difficult for Yizizhuo to have the opportunity to see such things in a country with extremely developed productivity.

After leaving this woods, I never saw any signs of baobab trees on the way back. I learned from the guide that the plant branches around Malindi are quite distinctive.

After leaving the woods and walking for a long time, Yizizhuo finally arrived at the Malafalot land. It was a spectacular natural pit.

Yi Zizhuo also had some knowledge of geographical knowledge. He knew that what appeared in front of him was a piece of sandstone with a softer texture than the surroundings. It caused soil erosion due to the erosion of rain, and then it became such a scene.

The fiery red soil burns like flames, and it can be called "a sea of ​​fire". If it weren't for the sparse clusters of vegetation, Yi Zizhuo would have thought this was a sea of ​​fire with rough waves.
To be continued...