Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Naemin Tathaung (7)

Ko Ye Laung does not want fame and popularity.

Although he didn't want to, he was testing Moe Nat Kone's love with a method he had heard of. He didn't flinch even if he failed, and he didn't get excited even if he succeeded.

However, farmers and ranchers from Minjun village arrived overnight. With pots of sake, palm leaves, popcorn, homemade cloth, blankets, tarpaulins, and more.

"I'm so grateful to the grasshopper's grandson," is also a compliment.

"The criminal investigator came out of the chief's room and shouted, 'Go, go. Leave now, leave quickly,' and I couldn't believe my ears."

"Yes, sir. We should also consult on how to live in prison and what to say in the office."

Secretary Thakin San Pwint also said happily. Then Thakin Mitta asked, “What did you say to Chit Ti, brother?”

Ko Ye Laung didn't answer. He was searching for words while making "in ah eeh" sounds. The reason he was searching was because he shouldn't have mentioned the six things he had threatened Chit Ti with.

The Burmese people are people with noble and noble ideals.

Building a hut on the side of the road so that travelers can rest, building a water fountain on the side of the road so that the thirsty can drink, building a dam on the side of the road so that the cart traders can have a good supply of water, and digging a well on the side of the road so that the rains will fall on them are all clear signs of high culture.

The kindness and friendliness with which they allow people of different races and castes to come and go, and the welcoming of food and other offerings, are actions that can only be performed by people with a very noble and civilized attitude.

Those who are not worthy of the nobility of that nation are wicked. They are deceitful. They treat the owner of the land like a monkey, and the host like a guest. The noble white hearts of the Burmese are stained by the wicked. From there, they become black.

Ko Ye Laung heard from below that Ko Ye Laung had threatened Chit Ti at Moe Nat Kone. The farmer did not hate Chit Ti, who had taken the straw pile and imprisoned him. However, when he was released from prison, both his wife and daughter had become Chit Ti's wives. At that time, the farmer had no choice but to respond to the insolence with insolence.

However, Ko Ye Laung did not want to say such a cruel and mean thing. “What do you think of me? I am a reporter from the Prime Minister, U Saw Paing, the Thuriya newspaper. If you withdraw the case, it will be withdrawn; if you do not withdraw it, you will be deported within a week,” he said simply.

"I'm surprised. I thought, 'Let's not lose our friendship and continue to treat each other well,' " Chit-Tee said. "Is there only medicine in the future, or is it just a distraction?"

The farmer from Minjun village, a skilled farmer, said this with his fingers. He was amazed and praised.

"There must be a spell that will not add ash," Pauk Pya's father shouted from a corner.

"Nothing. You are right and united. In the future, let's continue to be united and right. We will win."

However, Ko Ye Laung was able to turn him around, and he became a great man overnight. His fame spread beyond the Dengdungsu area and as far as Moe Nat Kone.

Then, the group of people who had previously responded with a polite and respectful attitude approached Ko Ye Laung. How should we form the Burmese Youth Association?

Therefore, Ko Ye Laung was happy and negotiated with Thakin Mitta. He was given instructions on how to communicate with the township. He was also advised to get other villages involved.

- “A few days later, on a certain day, Ko Khin Maung Tint came over happily and invited me to dinner. He said, ‘Come, my dear,’ and I said, ‘Come, my dear.’ Whether there was a dear or not, Ko Ye Laung was very happy. Isn’t that the place he really wanted to go?’

Khin Khin Myint's lovely face was always radiant. Her beauty was always radiant. Her beauty was endless and unfading, and I was thinking, "What a beauty and unfading charm!" When I heard something I didn't want to hear. .

"Let me congratulate you on your work. I am both amazed and humbled."

"Yes, of course. I can hear them praising each other."

"Sigh"

When he heard Daw Mya Nyunt's voice, Ko Ye Laung was happy. If his beloved Myint praised him, wouldn't he respond? If he was happy just because Daw Mya Nyunt said it, even if the actor himself spoke with wide eyes and a smile, Ko Ye Laung would have hit Moe with his knee. But he couldn't hit Moe with his knee. Khin Khin Myint looked at him from a distance with wide eyes and a smile, and then disappeared.

"I can't find a more complete word than saying that farmers and laborers are suffering when I see them with my own eyes. People who have worked so hard for so many people have come with a big basket of money when the time comes."

“Tingtaung is not part of the 16th country, Maung Rae. It is part of the 19th country, part of the 20th country,” said Ba Shwe Kying.

“Look at the farmer. If you sit between two pots in the hot sun, you can’t tell which pot is which. Your skin is so dry. This is how you suffer. The poor people eat only boiled rice, wear rags, and live in a rat and pig nest. Even that is not acceptable. If you lose even one basket of rice, it is a huge crime. You have been sued, and you will not be able to continue to grow. There is not a single grain left to pay here either. What will you eat in the future? I am so grateful for what you have done for these farmers.”

"This is because we are slaves to our country. The people who are plundering and ruling our country are deliberately trying to push the Burmese people deeper into poverty and to live a life of poverty, relying on Chinese medicine."

“Hey, I know how poor farmers are, because I used to work in the fields myself,” said Ba Shwe Kying.

"My mother used to say, 'I'm not as tired as you,' when I saw you working hard in the fields. We had a big boy with us and we were alone in the fields, just the husband and wife. I'm not as tired as you."

"Yes, of course, mothers have to plow, plant, and harvest when the time comes."

"Isn't it downstairs?"

"Yes, sir. The farmers in that area earn a third of their income just by watering the fields. They earn a third of their income by plowing, a third of their income by harvesting, and a third of their income by plowing. It's not good to give the landowner a single grain, but it's better to give them two-thirds. Some people earn half. It's still good compared to two-thirds."

"What about the farmer?"

“The farmer is worse, my brother. He just sits there and cries when the rain comes. He doesn’t even water the fields from where he is. The farmer still has a little hope when the river comes. You and the poor people have a ‘poor man’s dam’. But he has to go to the fields at night, at dusk, and at midnight to water them. Every year, the farmers who die from the plague will be the same as those who die while harvesting.”

Daw Mya Nyunt and Khin Khin Myint had only heard that farmers and ranchers were poor. They had never thought about whether they were poor when they lacked food and shelter, or whether they were poor when they had to work in the hot sun, cold weather, and snakes. Now, when they heard the sound of the three-star restaurant, they could not stomach the food they were about to eat.

"It's tiring to live a single life and eat a single meal."

Daw Mya Nyunt said to Ba Shwe Kying, “Mother, if you can’t eat rice in the village, you can still eat corn. I once went to the Malun district.”

"You've heard, brother, that elk are tougher than corn."

Khin Maung Tint explained to his mother, and Khin Khin Myint asked.

"Yes, it's tough. It's so tough that we can't even swallow it with our mouths. We can't even eat that tough stuff, so we have to make it into a paste using ground sesame seeds."

Daw Mya Nyunt's mother exclaimed, "Yes," and stared at Khin Maung Tint.

“There are still villages in the interior that are even worse,” said Ba Shwe Kying.

"The bees, the bees, the bees, the bees, sometimes the rain is too strong and the bees are too weak. Since they are far away from food, they have to find honey and rice to feed themselves."

Ko Ye Laung, whose jaws were clenched, asked anxiously, "What do they eat to stay alive, Baduy?"

"They can eat eggs that are not tasty. But they are not easy to eat like sweet potatoes, taro, or monkey eggs. For example, quail eggs."

“I heard it too.” “I just heard it too, Father. Let me know.”

After Daw Mya Nyunt spoke, Khin Maung Tint, a seeker and collector of knowledge, apologized.

"When my king and his chief were friends, what was it like? When there was a famine, the king's palace would release money and distribute it to the poor. The chief would collect the king's money and food and go to the hungry and poor and distribute it to them. Now, it's more."

Bha Shwe Kying looked up with his mind's eye at the great golden palace that his father had spoken of. He sensed the presence of the King, the religious leader, sitting in the midst of a large gathering of concubines, high officials, and dignitaries.

"Now, this rice is only enough for one meal tomorrow. Please spare the child, Police Chief, I can't even apologize. The more Burmese die under this thieving, bandit, and scoundrel government, the more they like it."

“Yes, Baduy, continue about the egg.” Ko Ye Laung also wanted to know about the egg.

"It's very watery and very dry. The eggs are like big, round, and fluffy, with bumps and hairs. Peel the shell, slice it thinly, put it in a cloth bag, soak it in water for a day, and trample it with your hands to get rid of the toxins."

"Poison, right?"

It was Khin Khin Myint's voice. "It's okay, Father," he also moaned in a cracking voice.