“ Tapped Rubber ” Daren wrote many years ago based on the confusing situation of the country at that time, which is relevant to today's era. So Darren picked it up and gave it to his friends. Readers can experience..

" Tapped Rubber " has been featured on the recommended novels page from "OK Nation" but has never been published anywhere before.

They say that being a writer is often dry..it's true..but there are only some people who receive substantial benefits..I also feel dry..if anyone is kind to me. Please comment for me.

... slashed rubber ...

The moonlight shines softly The open book reflected white in the darkness. Qin sat by the window. Looking aimlessly through the darkness Everything seemed quiet.

School is closed for a few days. It was not necessary for Qin to return home. Maybe it was the loneliness and confusion that made me unbearable in Bangkok, but at home, despite the warmth of my family, I still feel confused.

The weather outside is quite cool. Qin walked around in the dark. There were probably many people who didn't know about rubber plantation. Especially the rubber tapping. Mostly done at night. When most people are asleep. Because at night there won't be as many mosquitoes as during the day. There's hardly any at all. It might be because of the very cold weather.

If you meet people Or if you get some work done, your mind will stop being distracted...

Qin's Yang Tapping was still energetic even though he hadn't done it in many years.

Gently place the tip of the knife over the original cut, covering the peel but only on the left and right sides. After a moment, the latex will seep out. It flows down the trunk to a small two-finger steel rail hammered into the base of the trunk. and it flowed into the cup which was placed under it.

The sound of workers shouting and talking to each other was loud. It's not a Southern language, but it's Cantonese, which sounds out of place if you've never heard it before.

The moment he waited for the first sap to stop flowing, his suppressed thoughts arose.

Qin began to know that he was Thai when he entered school. The teacher told me. Qin didn't know the difference between Chinese and Thai people. I only know I'm in Thailand but I can go out and buy things in Malaysia in two hours. After all, Qin's house is only 15 kilometers from Malaysia.

Spoken language is one problem. Qin knows Thai because he also attended school. At home they only speak Cantonese Chinese. When I attended school, I also studied Mandarin.. Even speaking Southern Thai, I still couldn't speak clearly because of my Chinese accent. Qin's Mandarin is therefore very poor.

However, Qin always knew that he was Thai. And like most Thais, Qin is a Buddhist. The Qin household respected the prince and was strict with Chinese customs like all Chinese people.

Qin smiled as he remembered when he was a child. Teacher of the five precepts Qin thought, would it be against one of the precepts and a sin to take a knife and cut into the rubber tree until the sap flows out? Will it be painful?

Qin thought again.

It is true, although trees are not alive like people and animals. But Qin said it would be painful. And those who do must receive retribution.

Asim tucked his gray hair close to the nape of his neck. Then he used a hair clip as big as a palm to attach it. Uncle Sim or Qin's mother looked normal as if nothing had happened. Qin couldn't imagine how Sim could endure this condition for ten years...

A sly-faced Chinese man had just walked out of the house.

Qin had seen this man since he could remember. He comes to see me two or three times a year. Qin felt angry every time Sim sent him money. Not just one SIM, every household must pay for protection. It depends on the amount of land you have. Qin's own house had to pay quite a bit every year. It's not just this amount of money.

When it was the Chinese New Year festival, he would come and bring live chickens. Two from every house. If you don't have any, take the money instead. And it was especially laughable to learn that Sim had to pay another monthly protection fee for Qin when he started school. Any house with many children must pay more according to the number.

Who will be afraid of this crafty-faced man alone? But in reality, he is the brainchild of a large Chinese bandit clan that lives in the forest. No one has ever seen these people. Until it's time to collect the protection fee or when someone goes awry. That's why I saw it. And of course, they come with the pain of the villagers.

These things have happened continuously for many years. To the point that sometimes the villagers almost forget that they are thieves. His familiarity made him feel like he was a citizen of the city or an official from the district.

Now Qin has grown up. confusion around It grew and became even more deadly. In addition to the Chinese thieves who have never been seen, there are others who do nothing to harm the villagers who are also Thais. Seriously..sometimes it's easy to shoot. Sometimes it explodes for no reason. They died without realizing it. Even small children were excluded.

Chin went up to study in Bangkok. Study engineering techniques to improve the family's rubber plantation business..One part of me wants to immigrate the family to Bangkok. To get away from the chaos and dangers at home, but actually in Bangkok It's as chaotic as anywhere else..everyone else. Probably viewed the Qin family as foreigners scattered throughout the country. Because of both the face and the language spoken

and the stupidity that exists Moreover, people from the provinces like the Qin would definitely fall prey to both the saints and sinners of Bangkok.

Qin shook his head frequently as if to shake off the chaos. out of thought

Image of workers pouring latex from cups into cans. Then tap the rubber again to let the sap flow out again from that tree to this tree. It made Qin think..it might be a cycle. Those who are stronger tend to bully and take advantage of those who are weaker... and Qin doesn't want to clutter his mind with anything else.

Someone once said that the weather in Betong is like Switzerland..heh heh, Qin has never been there. All I know is that the air at Qin's house is always fresh and cool. And it was quite cold at night... Qin walked in the darkness with his arms crossed, smiling. Pass by workers pouring latex into pipes connected to a rubber factory.

When leaving the rubber factory The latex becomes rubber sheets. Perhaps it was Qin who drove the rubber sheets to the city. The merchants will collect these rubbers into lumps of rubber. and sent to the factory in Bangkok again

Qin liked the clean white latex that slowly faded. Seeps from the cut into the cup that sits at the base of the tree. It looks free, white, clean, alive, its own thing..even though it flows on the pain of the trunk. It's still better than being in a state without feelings and freedom like processed rubber.

In a few days school will open. Qin still couldn't decide whether to go back to study or voluntarily become a rubber tapper like today.....