"Don't leave during the day, you know? The Border Patrol's mounted police officers will have a shift change at six o'clock in the evening, and they will withdraw for a while. A new batch of mounted police officers will not arrive until about half an hour later. That's it.

At this time, crossing the border..."

A "servant" gave the voucher in his hand to Lao Mo outside the border, and at the same time gave cross-border instructions cordially and pretended to be cautious...

"Ah...ok...thank you, it's just you..."

Look at the voucher in your hand, and then look at the servant opposite...

The Mexican refugee man seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't know what kind of "good Samaritans" came suddenly, and why they gave him vouchers...

"You're welcome...Did you see that person? His name is Downs. He's here just for show. Alas...I'm a miserable person just like you!"

"By giving me a voucher, I can earn ten dollars. After you get it, you can eat for free for a few days after entering the United States. He can gain prestige. This United States...

It’s not as good as you think! This is a vanity fair...but, indeed, it is still better here than your place..."

The "servant" seemed to be tired of handing out vouchers. After stuffing the voucher, he didn't leave in a hurry. He took out a cigarette, lit it on his own, and took a deep breath...

As if he was complaining and looking down on others, he muttered:

"Hey, why am I telling you this..."

"Hey, sir, sir... you, I, I want to ask you, I hope you can help us. I heard that Texas is not friendly to us. But I watched TV and someone in the United States said that we are welcome.

As long as we work hard, these refugees can not only support their families in Hukou, but also obtain American citizenship...I...I also want to be an American like you!"

The more impatient the "servant" became, the more the old Mo people believed that he was just a talkative guy. Out of the wisdom of ordinary people, they quickly praised and asked questions that might be helpful to their future lives.

information.

"Oh, you really dare to think about it. Don't look at where those gentlemen who said they welcome you are from. They are all in the north, in Boston! In New York! It's more than a thousand kilometers away. You can walk there by yourself!"

After hearing the words of the old Mo men, the "servant" sneered:

"As for Americans, you really dare to think. It's good if you can survive. In Texas, don't get caught. If you are caught, you will be locked up! Or deported!"

"Then... how much does it cost to go to Boston or New York?"

"It's not much, just over a hundred dollars!"

"More than a hundred?!"

The old Mo people exclaimed for a while...and then looked sad...

Because none of them can afford this money!

"Haha, do you understand? I wish you luck, so I'll stop here. Okay, I'll go over there to hand out the vouchers. Goodbye!"

Throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, the "servant" prepared to leave...

"Wait, please wait! Sir, please be kind and help me again... Where is the best place to go after we cross the border at night?"

"It's the same wherever you go. You are not welcome in the whole of Texas! Are you blind? You can't see the scenes of the mounted police arresting people these days?"

"Okay, don't bother me, I have to work too!"

"Wait...sir, please!"

"We...as you said, we are all poor people. My wife was beaten to death on the street, and my father was seriously ill and had no money for medical treatment. Now I only have these two children...I will be fine even if I am arrested.

But...but the children are innocent, they are still young...please give us a way to survive!"

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Old Mo pulled his two children to the ground, walking on his knees, chasing the footsteps of the "servant" who was getting further away...begging...

"Oh, let's go to Zuojia!"

As if being touched by the scene before him, the voice of "servant" floated from afar.

"Among the states in the south, Georgia is probably the only one that is less resistant to you... After all, there is no border there, and there are few people like you. As long as there are not too many people, they shouldn't take you.

Get away! There are too many illegal immigrants here in Texas..."

"Zuo Ziya..."

Silently reciting this term, Old Mo and the few people around him, Old Mo, waited until the "servant" had gone away, and then they all squeezed the vouchers in their hands. They looked back and forth like thieves to make sure that no more people knew about it.

After this news, I got up with peace of mind...

"Bureth, what did you say?"

"Listen to him, Zuojia is in the south, and it should be cheaper to go there than to Boston!"

"But it will cost dozens of dollars in fare. You have children, what should you do?"

"I don't know. Let's find a way to sneak in at night, and then... let's see if the first information he gave us is correct. We can't completely believe him yet!"

"Yes, none of these Americans are good!"

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That evening, the Texas Rangers actually withdrew...

After tentatively crossing the border, Burres and others reunited. As they had obtained "inside information" from the Americans, they spontaneously formed a small group.

"It seems like that person didn't lie to us?"

"Probably a good person...we are so lucky!"

"What the heck, didn't you listen to what that person said? His boss was just for show. He said it was for charity, so he gave us ten yuan. It wasn't cash, it was just a voucher. What have you seen here?

HT?"

"God's Coming"

"Okay, okay, it would be great to have it! Let's think about how to get to Zuojia, right? Don't care if they are just showing off or what, it has nothing to do with us!"

The older Burres took the two confused children and made a decision in his mind.

"How do we get here? We don't have much money on us, and this thing...can't be spent as money!"

One of Lao Mo waved the voucher in his hand...

"Let's go first! Walk over and see if you can hitchhike with a kind-hearted person on the road..."

"That's all we can do now..."

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"Hey guys, where are you going?"

Walking on the road heading east, Burres felt that his luck seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

He hadn't gone very far, and not even an hour after they had walked out, a bus stopped beside them. A fat, red-necked driver with an honest smile on his face opened the door and shouted to them

.

"We want to go to Georgia..."

"Oh, Zuo Ziya is not that close. You... Hey, you are refugees, right? What's going on with you, you are all running to Zuo Ziya... Okay, get in the car, I'll give you a ride

!It just so happens that I want to go back too!"

"Okay, okay, thank you, sir..."

After Burres and his group got on the bus, they were surprised to find that the entire bus was filled with Mexican illegal immigrants like himself and others. This made Burres a little panicked, and an unknown premonition came to his mind...

"Mr. Driver, they..."

"Oh. Just like you, you all said you want to go to Georgia. Hey, I'm surprised. You finally came to the United States. Why do you want to go to Georgia?!"
Chapter completed!