Ying Shao is a Girl

Yimo is very much like a three-year-old child, maintaining a strong curiosity about everything.

Sack, who was in the passenger seat, rolled his eyes at him, A single guy like you still has the heart to watch other people get married?

He was about to stop Yi Mo's proposal, but Ying Junchu had already nodded in agreement.

Yeah. Her voice was very light, and no emotion could be heard.

Maybe there was no emotion in the first place.

Hearing this, Yimo glanced at Sark proudly.

Shit, do you see it? The boss has agreed, and you have no say!

What happened to singles? Who is not a single person?

I just want to join in the fun!

Yi Mo parked the car in a special parking area, and the three of them walked towards the crowd.

The wedding was very lively and there were many guests.

Precisely because there are so many people, we can better estimate the consumption habits and psychology of local people through local customs and habits. This is fresh data.

Having accurate and comprehensive data means half the battle is won.

The Sahara is extremely short of water and has very little drinking water, so local residents rarely bathe, maybe only once every few years.

Many people gather together, and you can smell a strange smell from not taking a shower all year round. It ferments in the dry and hot air, making it unpleasant.

Ying Junchu frowned slightly, feeling a little unaccustomed to it, but he let it go.

Well, you will definitely not be able to sell toiletries here.

Maybe you can still sell a little bit, but the sales volume is really pitiful, and it will only be sold once every few years.

As a communicative expert, Yi Mo successfully penetrated into the crowd with his complexion that made the locals feel kind to him and his superb flattering skills to inquire about the wedding and the local residents. Consumption habits.

After a while, Yimo pulled away from the crowd with a ghostly expression on his face.

Those who didn’t know better thought he had gone to hell.

Oh my god! I, I, I... you read that right?

He now began to doubt his own eyes and ears.

Imo's startled look made Sark want to hit him.

Because it's really annoying to have someone talking like that next to you.

Have you seen or heard anything weird again?

Did gold pop out of the stone or diamonds fell from the sky? This will shock you!

That bride...is still...still a child!

Only eleven years old! Yi Mo was so shocked that he gestured with his hand.

The groom is nineteen years old, which is considered normal and barely acceptable.

But the bride is only eleven years old!

Eleven years old! I am still a child! What do you know?

Getting married at such a young age? It’s too casual! It's incredible.

Residents of the Sahara, women get married at an early age, the earliest being eight years old. Sack calmly elaborated on this fact.

This is closely related to their concepts and customs.

Eight years old??? I'll go!!! Is this something a human does? It's so crazy! What's a crime against minors!

This is the roar from the twenty-three-year-old veteran Yimo.

There's no such law here and it's legal.

... I am ignorant.

Yi Mo was speechless.

Even though he knows that he should respect other people's customs and habits, he just can't help but feel resentful in his heart.

Whether you are eight or eleven years old, you should be a child who is innocent and enjoying the joy of childhood.

But because they were born in the Sahara, their fate is destined to be different from others.

At a young age, he endured unimaginable pain and pressure from his peers.

Here, women have no status and are like a commodity. Their parents raise them until a certain age, usually after eight years old, when they can get married.

At this time, they will play their role.