Gaskel walked to the prepared microphone, raised his hand, and used the dialect of the Oroman tribe to signal everyone to be quiet. This was a bit skewed, and Tang Dao couldn't understand it, and the translation under his hands was only able to understand Somali dialect. Your language with local colors makes people helpless.

The crowd slowly calmed down, Gaskel was a teacher, and knowledgeable people were always respected.

Gaskel said something again, and the people of the Oroman tribe below looked at him with a very complicated look, but no one said anything, and they were all timid. The little angel and others next to him were fully armed, and the assault rifle in their hands was particularly conspicuous.

Tang Dao saw numbness, ignorance and timidity in their eyes. The civilians living at the bottom of the world do not understand much, and they lack sufficient confidence.

"Mr. Gaskel, tell them that today, each family can receive 5 US dollars according to the population, and the family can get 5 kilograms of rice and 3 kilograms of pork." Tang Dao directly used the money to smash it, signaling Gaskel to help translate.

How much does this cost?

The total amount is only 100,000 US dollars. Rice and pork are transferred from the base first, and there is still inventory, and it is not much money. As long as Tang Dao is willing, to say, everyone in this town can be rich.

But this is obviously impossible.

Gaskel was surprised when he heard Tang Dao's words, "Sir, are you... saying true?"

"Of course." Tang Dao nodded.

The other party grabbed the microphone excitedly and shouted at the bottom in a broken voice. After the crowd was quiet for a moment, they immediately cheered. The decibel must have exceeded 90 decibels, which were all contaminated by noise.

"Quiet, Quiet, every family will be returned, and it will be announced to disband now." Gaskel was afraid that so many people would be excited and cause unnecessary trouble, so he announced his disbandment very decisively. The people below hurried home and prepared things to fill rice.

Gaskel also saw a woman secretly pushing and running fast in the crowd. The bad-minded car was infinitely amplified with poverty, which made him very embarrassed. He looked at Tang Dao, who seemed not to see it, and was whispering to the others beside him.

Gaskel breathed a sigh of relief, and the performance of the people made him blush.

Fortunately, the new chief did not see it.

"Mr. Gaskel."

"I'm here." Hearing Tang Dao call him, he cheered up and tried hard to squeeze out a smile on his face, but he was not handsome, and this smile looked very far-fetched.

Tang Dao's right hand was hanging in the air, "We plan to build a school that can accommodate about 2,000 students, all the fees will be free. If you have time, you can persuade children of appropriate age to come to school. Currently, it will be divided into primary and secondary schools."

Build a school!

Gaskel felt his nose sour. The new chief came up for the cause of education, which moved him very much. At the school of "Aguadong", it was just a stone house, and even basic electricity was impossible. In the scorching sun, there was no electric fan, and some children didn't even have books. Their education was more like a kind of word recognition.

This condition cannot be explained in the word "hard".

Moreover, most importantly, there are about 2,000 children of appropriate age here, but many families are unwilling to study because they need help subsidize their household income and study, can they have enough food?

If you don’t have enough food, you have to work with your family to help others with your work.

But Gaskel understood that studying can change his destiny. He had long wanted to transform the school, but a modern school would cost at least one million US dollars. If you want to build a large one, it would cost tens of millions of US dollars.

"In addition to this, we also plan to set up an adult school, mainly facing adults with basic knowledge, and other infrastructures will be connected with you." Tang Dao said.

This adult school is actually just a summary of the Savior Company at present. Black people are stubborn, but their physical fitness also shows that their quality is essentially higher than that of other countries. This adult school teaches them some simple weapon operations, military summary, etc., in order to train grassroots officers in the future.

Other subsidies and allowances are all under planning.

Tang Dao stood outside with his hands in his pockets for a while, and then took the people into the old chief's big house. It has to be said that after anyone has the right to do so, his first idea is to improve his living conditions. If the Auroman civilians outside survive, for a meal, then the old chief is already enjoying his life.

The ground is covered with smooth and gorgeous carpets, and the air is filled with the smell of a fragrant mosquito repellent. This is a two-story building and a garage with a size of about 500 square meters.

He was bought from the widow of the old chief by Tang Dao. He planned to expand it here. The arsenal must be located below. As long as he bribed the civilians of the Auroman tribe, no matter who comes here to cause trouble, he will fall into the people's war.

"Aguadong" is now equivalent to the capital. As long as the living conditions here are better, slowly, other Auromans will move here. This cannot be too long. As long as you spend money, everything will be fast.

He has found several partners.

Stayed in the villa until about 1:00 pm, the transport convoy arrived. More than a dozen large transport vehicles drove into "Aguadong" and began to unload the supplies in an orderly manner. The rice with the German word written on it was still air conditioning. Obviously, the pork that had just been lifted out of the cold storage shocked everyone in the Oroman tribe.

The crowd was slowly piled up and then kept moving forward.

When the employee who maintained order saw that the situation was wrong, he fired guns directly into the sky. Some people were on the carriage. Judging from the situation was wrong, the machine gun fired a round of straits about three meters high.

Quiet!

Bullets are more transparent than anyone else. The employees asked them to line up through loudspeakers. In order to prevent anyone from rushing, they all formed two people, and they stood outside, and then put one or two hundred people in to get supplies. After the separation, the crowd quickly stabilized.

Gaskel was standing by the side. When he saw the crowds, he was shocked, but he quickly suppressed it. This view of the Savior Company has been put up. It is definitely not something that ordinary people can do if they can organize it so quickly.

He watched the civilians in rags carry rice, pork and take the money with their families. The smile on their faces was real. These five dollars were enough for them to save money for a month.

I haven't seen this smile for a long time.

Gaskel looked at the villa as if he was penetrated and could see the Tang sword sitting inside. He understood that this Asian must have helped them for no reason. They were not related by blood. Moreover, in poverty, brothers drew their swords to each other in Somalia for a bite.

He must have a purpose, but what does it matter?

At least, what the civilians below received were real supplies.

Gaskel has also been passionate about studying. He has had an idea, "Let black people no longer speak in the world!" But this is a dream after all, and the reality is too cruel. The boy who used to be struggling hard now. Who cares about your life or death in those people in the world?

But if you have oil, hawk sauce, hans cats, or even rabbits, you can call your brother.

And what about Somalia?

Compared with other African countries, it is too poor.

"God, finally sent his angel."
Chapter completed!