As the vehicle approached, a group of villagers with guns suddenly emerged from the originally quiet village.
They were wearing thin clothes with rough texture, as if they were not the products of modern handicrafts, a bit like the ethnic minorities in Yunnan.
But the guns in their hands were real ones, and the dark muzzles made Aqiu stop at the entrance of the village immediately.
"Who?" A young man walked out of the village and asked, leaning against the car window.
"We are friends of Aung San," Aqiu replied.
"Aung San, your friend!" the young man shouted back, and a dark-skinned man with a forehead immediately trotted up from behind.
"Are you friends of Miss Song?" Aung San glanced at us, thinking he was remembering something.
"That's right." We nodded in unison.
After confirming that we were Song Xiaoxue's friends, Aung San waved back, "Go back, they are my friends!"
The other villagers were relieved to see that they were not outside intruders and returned to their houses.
"I'll go, this whole village is so strict!"
"There's nothing we can do. This place is in chaos. If we send people to guard the village, the whole village might be slaughtered when we wake up." Aqiu sighed and parked the car next to the entrance of the village.
In villages in northern Myanmar, every household relies on growing 'tobacco' for a living. Each household has its own tobacco field, and the tobacco produced in the village every year is also intensively processed in the village.
White flour or other products are made and sold everywhere. It can be said that a village is a factory, and there is only one factory, and every household depends on it for food.
And because every village has such an industry, fights often occur between villages.
It may range from the death of a few villagers and loss of some property, to the more serious situation, the entire village being wiped out.
The men were beaten to death, captured, and then sold to black factories or mines, while the women were carried home directly.
Just like primitive society, it is full of barbaric atmosphere, which is why there are always people guarding the entrance to the village.
"Since you are Miss Song's friend, you are also my friend Aung San. If you need anything in the village during this period, you can tell me!"
Aung San was very enthusiastic and took us deep into the village.
It was also at this time that I realized that this village was much larger than what I saw outside.
Perhaps for the purpose of hiding, or perhaps because of the characteristics of this place, the houses in the village are surrounded by trees, making them invisible from the outside.
"You guys rest here today, and I will take you around tomorrow during the day!" Aung San took us to a courtyard, which was very clean and seemed to be a specially vacated guest room in the village.
We settled in honestly, and the daily necessities inside were all available, which was very convenient.
Perhaps due to the excitement of escaping, I lay in bed and slept for a long time without falling asleep. The others were also about the same, except Aqiu, who was driving for us, and he was already snoring.
This is the first time since I came to northern Myanmar that I have tasted the taste of freedom. I don’t have to worry or be afraid. At this moment, I have tried many times and worked hard many times.
Finally today, I ran out of Myawaddy, which is known as the terminal of life.
Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, we simply walked out of the room and leaned on the railing outside to chat.
"Zhao Yan, what was going on in the park when you left?" I asked Zhao Yan.
"It was in chaos when I left. Director Huang and Governor Xu were already fighting, and several people died. No one could do anything. Later, they said they wanted to find someone from above to solve the problem. In the end, someone threw two grenades, and two groups of people The fight started again.”
At this point, Zhao Yan seemed to still be frightened, "Damn it, if I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been injured by the grenade!"
"I think this grenade was probably thrown by the grandson of Ge Dong. Damn it, we know each other at least, but he is not merciful at all."
"Okay, don't be poor. Aren't you doing well? What happened next? What happened to Governor Xu and Director Huang?" I continued to ask.
Zhao Yan hit his eyes and slapped his head, "Later, later I stopped watching and found an opportunity to sneak into the toilet and escape! Otherwise, you can see me?"
I:"……"
Yes, you still expected him to tell you some useful information, but this is the result?
"Okay, you can shut your mouth!" Nie Zixuan also felt uncomfortable because of his appetizing, and she replied angrily.
"Farewell, I haven't finished speaking yet. After I went downstairs, I saw this guy Ge Dong. He and two others were guarding the door and shooting inside. They even threw grenades from time to time. I guess, this time in the park, Management is going to die a lot.”
When Zhao Yan mentioned this, we all recalled Ge Dong.
"Gedong is such a man!" Song Hao gave a thumbs up.
As a piglet, Ge Dong dared to directly confront the management of the park and even took away their ammunition depot. This feat was very rare in the entire northern Myanmar.
Even from a later perspective, Ge Dong's feats in Miaowadi became the admiration of all pigs and became a legend among pigs.
To this day, I admire his courage and courage. We were able to get out of Myawaddy only thanks to his help.
As we chatted, everyone inevitably talked about the future.
But I don't have a clue right now, and I feel that Song Xiaoxue must have some other purpose in arranging us here.
This woman has never been so kind, and never does anything without considering her own interests. When she helps us, she probably wants us to help her solve some problems.
The next day, I came to the village early, ready to inquire about the situation in the village.
But before he had taken a few steps, he was pulled aside by Aung San.
I was held by his hand and ran all the way back to the place where I stayed yesterday.
"Slow down, slow down, brother, why are you so anxious?" I was a little overwhelmed by his pull, and asked quickly.
When he got there, he explained: "Brother, it was too late yesterday and I forgot to remind you. Don't wander around the park casually when you have nothing to do. The village is not safe."
"Why?" I couldn't figure it out. He was obviously a member of the village, and we were his friends. Could there be someone in the village who wanted to do us harm?
"It's a long story..."
Aung San slowly told me the reason.
If the parks in northern Myanmar let you engage in fraud and drain your value, then in these villages they directly drain your life.
If you rush in without knowing the people in the village, your end will be a hundred times worse than in the park.
In these villages in northern Myanmar, flour processing is nothing new, but it is a traditional business.
There are also some new businesses in the village, which make full use of modern chemical knowledge to carry out deeper processing of 'tobacco' in the fields.
In other words, there is a dedicated group of people in the park responsible for developing new products.
With a new product, someone naturally needs to test the effect of the new product, and an outsider who breaks in is naturally a good choice.
