"Give it a little, let it a little."

Squeezing past the passengers sitting on the TapTap, patted the palm of his backpack that was stretched to his chest and trying to catch fish in troubled waters, and got off the bus under the gaze of locals in Shanghai.

The fortune teller watched the TapTap, carrying passengers full of passengers, drive away crookedly, and then turned his head to look at the surrounding environment.

"So, is this the most famous tourist attraction in Port-au-Prince?"

Frowning and sweeping through the nearby scene, Amanda couldn't help but whisper.

According to the introduction of the tour guide Sang, they arrived at the only attraction area in Port-au-Prince - the National Heroes Memorial Hall.

However, everything that is now in Amanda's eyes is even less magnificent than any building in Washington's park.

"It should be here."

Following the direction Amanda said, he looked at the buildings in front of him that were suspected to be small pools, and Joey's expression was also speechless.

To be honest, if Sang hadn’t deliberately emphasized that the National Heroes Memorial Hall is currently the only open museum under the sea, which is of great value to visit, and neither of them could associate the building in front of them with the attraction.

After walking around the attractions, he came out of the National Hero Memorial Hall, and the fortune teller shook his head at Amanda.

Just like the appearance, the items displayed inside the memorial hall are also very perfunctory.

After all, from a historical perspective, Haiti's founding time was extremely short and its internal political situation was extremely chaotic.

The title of hero is even more a joke in Haiti. After all, the hero considered by the former government has become a dictator who harms the people after being overthrown. In Haiti's short history of more than two hundred years, the only thing that is impressive is the tyranny of the Duvalier family.

Leaving near the scenic area where the National Hero Memorial Hall is located, Joey continued to walk around, and Amanda followed him and watched the fortune teller's move.

In this way, the two of them quickly arrived in the nearby slums.

From this section of the road, the originally flat concrete floor under the two men turned into yellow land, and the buildings on both sides began to become bumpy from their previous intact appearance. From time to time, you can even see some collapsed houses. Some local children in Haiti were naked and playing on the collapsed gravel piles.

This playful behavior is very dangerous in Amanda's eyes. If you are not careful, you will be cut by the surrounding gravel and broken glass in the collapsed house.

However, in the eyes of Haitian locals, it is common.

They are still extremely difficult to maintain their daily livelihoods, and they have no energy to take care of their children's playgrounds.

He walked silently for a few minutes, and then the crowd gathered in a corner attracted Joey's attention and made him stop.

Behind him, he noticed the fortune teller's behavior, and Amanda looked in the direction and saw the local Haitian women gathered in the corner to carry buckets.

Seeing this scene, the two looked at each other silently and walked towards the corner.

Noting that someone came over, the Haitian women around the corner cast curious eyes at the fortune teller and Amanda.

Such white faces are extremely rare in Haiti, and in their gaze, Joey and Amanda have also seen the reason why these people are gathered together.

In the corner was a similar Haitian woman, with yellow round cakes stacked in the basin placed in front of her. These local Haitian women seemed to be here to buy these round cakes.

Seeing someone coming, the woman selling in the corner enthusiastically grabbed two yellow round cakes from the basin and handed them over to them. She spoke incomprehensible Creole language, as if she was persuading them to borrow them.

Faced with the women's enthusiastic behavior, Joey and Amanda looked at each other, and their eyes swept over the Haitian women around them holding this round cake in their hands, some of which were even half left. It seemed that this kind of tasting was a very common thing.

After reacting, the fortune teller reached out to take the round cake handed over by the woman and distributed it to Amanda beside him.

After taking the thing Joey sent, Amanda looked down at the small round cake. From the outside, it seemed that it had nothing special, but it was not very different from ordinary cookies. However, in his hand, Amanda quickly noticed the unusual part of this round cake.

It was heavier than I thought, and gently rubbed the surface of the round cake with a fine layer of dust falling from the surface of the round cake.

Looking at the dust on his fingers, Amanda looked up at the Haitian woman eating round cakes around him, and a sense of absurdity emerged.

Under this inexplicable emotion, Amanda picked up the round cake in her hand and tried it carefully. The next second, a feeling of astringency and a strong sense of sand instantly filled Amanda's mouth. She couldn't help but open her mouth and spit out the mud in her mouth.

Seeing Amanda's uncomfortable reaction, Haitian women around him laughed, which was the kind laughter of the locals who saw outsiders not adapting to food.

However, Amanda was not embarrassed or embarrassed by laughter.

She just looked at the round cake in her hand silently, with an extremely heavy expression.

“This is earth.”

Turning his head to look at the fortune teller beside him, Amanda spoke in a difficult tone.

That's right, the main raw material for the two of them was the soil that could be seen everywhere.

And these Haitian women gathered together and bought these earth cakes.

Thinking of this, Amanda couldn't help but remember the breakfast in Port-au-Prince when the team had a group of people in the morning. At that time, they didn't have much feeling about rice mixed with just using olive oil. Now it seems that being able to eat olive oil rice is a symbol of good life in Haiti.

Because, in the slums, even the most tasteless olive oil rice may not be able to eat.

This is an extremely poor country, and its poverty has exceeded Amanda's imagination.

She never knew that in this world, in this era, there were people relying on the soil to fill their hunger.

Especially in countries like America, where waste is the biggest economic driver, this strong contrast has a particularly strong impact on Amanda's heart.

Upon hearing Amanda explain the round cake in his hand, Joey silently put it away and did not try to sit and taste it.

And just as the two were talking, many Haitian women had left wearing buckets of earth cakes.

Looking at the backs walking away with the bucket, Amanda felt a little inexplicably heavy.
Chapter completed!