There is a reason why I said it is not that easy to go back.
At present, we have three ways to go back. First, we need to seek help from the embassy.
Second, pass through the border port.
Third, go back secretly.
There is no way, we don’t have ID cards and passports, so it’s unrealistic to fly back.
The first two ways are the most formal and least risky, but without an ID card and passport, they will be treated as illegal immigrants.
Even if you can go back, you will still have to bear certain legal responsibilities unless it can be proven that you were 100% coerced.
As for going back secretly, it is much simpler. As long as the person can reach Yunnan and his relatives come to pick him up, it basically has no impact on his life.
The impact I'm talking about refers to things like legal liability.
At this time, the Internet was not very developed, the problem of electronic fraud was not very prominent, and the state was not so strict in cracking down on this aspect.
We only pay attention to some powerful leaders in northern Myanmar, especially some drug traffickers.
Kalami like us may not have registered.
In this case, as long as you can secretly return to the country and go to the local police station to get a new ID card, everything here can be turned over and a new life officially begins.
In my hometown, there seems to be people who come back suddenly after not seeing anything for two years, right?
As long as you don’t tell yourself, who will know your own experience?
It can be said that if they could go back secretly, I believe no one would choose to let Uncle Hat send it back in person.
In that case, the folks in the village will know about his going abroad, and the rumors will continue.
Especially girls, I don’t know how to describe it!
Even if what they say is true.
But this problem is not urgent. As I said, now we need to have a full meal and a good sleep.
Now there was no need to worry about being chased, so I let Wu Xin and Huanhuan get into the car.
Lao Wei opened up the trunk and the car and put a cushion on it, so that the rest of us could barely squeeze in.
While he was doing this, Meng Qiang, Liu and I damaged the car body again, even smashing the Land Rover's logo, trying our best to look like a bad car.
As for why I do this, the main reason is that I don’t want to stand out too much.
In a foreign country, you need to be cautious.
After doing this, we move forward.
We didn't go far before we saw houses and buildings.
Judging from the height and architectural style, it should be a small town.
We also met some locals pushing goods to the town. Judging from their means of transportation, the material level here is not very developed.
It seems to be similar to the situation in rural areas in the 1990s.
Occasionally, you can meet one or two vendors driving a tricycle. This kind of transportation is considered advanced.
A big Land Rover like ours is particularly conspicuous.
Fortunately, our team's car body was damaged to some extent, otherwise, if such a million-dollar luxury car drove into the market, it might attract a lot of attention!
Lao Wei, who knows a bit about the history of Myanmar, told us that in the last century, Myanmar was one of the richest countries in Asia.
However, with the departure of the British colony, Myanmar's economy plummeted, and now it has basically become the poorest country in Asia.
Except for a few big cities such as the former capital Yangon, many places are very poor and backward, and even food and clothing are problems.
He even told us about the history of Mon State, saying that Mon State was occupied by the Chinese many years ago. These Chinese people established their own dynasty and established the very powerful Meng Dynasty at that time.
However, the local Bamar people in Mon State are very tenacious and have been competing with the Mon people for the ownership of this land.
I don’t know where Wei Wei got this weird knowledge, but it sounds quite interesting.
Under Lao Wei's explanation, we officially drove into the town.
It was still early, the sun had just emerged, but the market was already very lively.
It was buzzing and chaotic and smelled like fireworks.
The smoke of fireworks is the most soothing thing for mortals. Seeing such a lively scene, our nervousness about fleeing was relieved.
The streets are not wide and are crowded with vendors.
Although the building is not eye-catching, there are so many people! And the streets are very long.
Seeing that the vehicle was driving very slowly, I asked Liu Mengqiang to get out of the car.
When Sister Feng saw this, she had to follow me down, and she put her arm around me as soon as we got off the bus.
I ignored her, walked to a cake stall, and asked in Mandarin how they sold it.
The stall owner is a dark, thin, middle-aged man, about forty years old.
Of course, I'm just making an estimate. In fact, locals are generally older. Don't be surprised if he says he has just turned 20.
Hearing my words, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then said two sentences in Burmese.
It probably means: What did you say?
I also communicated with him in Burmese: How to sell this?
He said: Two hundred and one.
He was talking about kyats, one RMB is roughly equivalent to about 250 kyats.
Such a large piece of cake costs less than one yuan, which is quite cheap.
But when I took out the money, the stall owner laughed and said he wouldn't accept it.
Some people say that the RMB is the second largest currency in Myanmar, but this statement is not very accurate.
In northern Myanmar, RMB is truly the first common currency, and almost all shop names are marked with Chinese characters.
And the Chinese characters are particularly eye-catching.
But there is a premise that there are many Chinese living in these places.
In a place like this where few Chinese people come, you really can’t spend your RMB!
However, we are not discouraged. As long as there are people, RMB can definitely be spent.
We continued walking inside, and after bumping into several vendors, we finally met a vendor who could speak Mandarin.
This guy sells some household items, such as flashlights and lighters.
Through conversation, I found out that this guy is from Yunnan, his hometown, but his wife is from Meng State.
We don’t know what kind of ups and downs this is, a cross-border love story. Anyway, we know that he has lived here for more than ten years.
He also has a good and refreshing name. He said his name is Huangguoshu.
What a damn good name!
Not only can it quench thirst and ward off hunger, but it can also arouse the desire of smokers.
The scene where a fellow villager burst into tears when he saw a fellow villager did not happen to us.
When Lao Huang asked us why we came to Mon State, I naturally would not tell him the truth. I only said that we came to travel.
From Lao Huang's dripping eyes, I understood his inner subtext: I don't believe it.
But he didn't ask any more questions, he just said if there was anything he needed help with.
There are many things I need help with, such as where are the hotels, where is the safest place to go to Zenbang, etc.
However, I have always kept in mind the survival rule of "shooting a fellow countryman in the back when he sees a fellow countryman". I dare not reveal too much until I know Lao Huang's nature.
I only talked about the current minor problem and wanted to exchange some kyats with him.
After listening to my request, Lao Huang asked me with a smile but not a smile: Why don't you exchange the kyats in advance when you come here to travel?
I replied calmly: It’s all spent.
Lao Huang nodded and said that for the sake of being Chinese, he could change it for me.
After exchanging two hundred yuan, he told me that if I wanted to exchange for more, he could help.
He also asked me how much money I had.
How much?
Saying it would scare him to death!
This time we came out with at least several hundred thousand in cash.
Of course I wouldn't tell him this, as my wealth shouldn't be exposed!
However, we do need some kyat at this time, whether it is for food, housing, gas, or shopping.
Then, I told him that if he had a way, he could help us exchange it for 10,000 yuan!
Is ten thousand yuan a lot?
In the park, you can spend it on two meals and singing songs.
But in this poor little place, it's really a huge sum of money.
It was my words that caused me to encounter robbery for the first time in my life.
