When Wu Yazi, a young man, dug with a shovel, he happened to split the old nest where the queen ant lived close to the edge, revealing a half-foot-long passage. In the oval cavity at the end of the passage, he spent half a day to get it.

The result - a pile of white ant eggs.

Amidst the cheers of a group of children surrounding him, he pulled off the small cotton bag from his waist, ignored the mindless attack of the soldier ants, and carefully swept all the ant eggs in with a small broom. Then he took

Think of the fat and white queen ant - behind her is dragging a white belly that is dozens of times larger than her body, like a white flesh worm.

A Burmese child named Ah Shui next to Wu Yazi counted the meat worms and found that there were six segments in total. They were white and tender and seemed to be delicious, and his mouth watered naturally.

When Wu Yaozi saw this, he quickly and carefully placed the queen ant in a small tube made of wide leaves. One or two ant eggs cost 30 cents, and without the queen, they only cost 25 cents, so the value of this white flesh insect is

Five coins is equivalent to a hat of money. If Ah Shui secretly eats it, Wu Yaozi cannot beat him to death.

Under the envious eyes of a group of children around him, Wu Yaozi dug several large pits half a person deep in succession. When the sun went down, he filled his cotton bag half full before walking home with a shovel. On the road, walking beside him

Wu Ah Shui said in Burmese: "Brother Yazi, can you teach me how to dig ants? I also want to make money."

Wu Yazi glanced at Wu Ashui's body, nodded and said in Mandarin: "Can your father come? There is a lot of farm work these days." The two of them each spoke their own language, but they actually understood each other.

As a descendant of the Hunan people who moved here five years ago, Wu Yazi is considered to be one of the first batch of Han people to come to Myanmar to seek life - in fact, he is a Miao. But it doesn't matter, as long as he comes from the Central Plains, regardless of whether he can read or speak Mandarin, the Governor of Myanmar will

Treat everyone equally.

In today's Myanmar, every village and fort has truly different pronunciations and customs. The Burmese language is mixed with dialects from various parts of the Central Plains and even the languages ​​of ethnic minorities. The customs and habits also vary greatly with the immigrants coming from different places.

The whole of Myanmar is rendered colorfully.

There are lyrics in later generations that say that the reason why the world is beautiful is that it does not distinguish between various colors. Now, the biggest problem for the Governor-General of Myanmar is that there are too many colors. And it is not Myanmar’s fault - Gong Xian has already beaten it

We have returned to the original ecology, but the diversity brought by immigrants - the immigrants who came are too complicated.

Governor Luo Wanhua has held more than a hundred training courses on teachings in Myanmar. It took a lot of effort to unify the accents of these teachings, which made him suspicious of life. Luo Wanhua even suspected that five

In ten years, will half of the people in Myanmar be able to speak Mandarin, let alone share the same customs?

...

Wu Yazi's home is the best bamboo house in the whole country. Its shape is exactly the same as the stilted house in his hometown in western Hunan: the first floor is a livestock pen, and two yellow cattle are tied to the pillars. They stand on the dry ground and eat grass with their heads down.

The pile of piglets was wallowing in the mud.

Although it is the dry season in Myanmar, there is always a layer of mist under the floor where the sun cannot reach it, as if it is steaming upwards. But the people living on the bamboo house do not find the smell unpleasant, but are often intoxicated by the odor.

In the lively air.

Wu Yaozi shook his head and no longer tried to persuade his father to move the cattle pens and pig pens. He himself made up his mind that once he got married and lived alone, he had to move the smelly livestock pens to another place. After all, from him,

Based on one year of education, it is not "hygienic" for people to live in livestock pens.

Since the tenth year of Wanli, there have been several years of peace and stability, and Burma, which has abundant money and food, has begun to vigorously promote early childhood education together with the Central Plains. Wu Yazi was lucky enough to go to school in Burma for a year, and learned more than 300 simplified Chinese characters, and also learned some hygiene.

Epidemic prevention knowledge.

At first, everyone in the imperial court thought it was simple, thinking that the immigrants were all Chinese and did not need Chinese education. As a result, the Myanmar government discovered that if the immigrants did not learn Mandarin and simplified Chinese characters first, there would be no way to effectively govern the local area - many immigrants could not even speak Han Chinese.

Neither the county magistrate nor the officials could understand, let alone the negotiations between the Burmese and the government, or between the Han people.

A lot of jokes are made every year in the new territory of the Ming Empire: Ten years ago in Wanli, a governor who returned to the mainland from Burma said that it was too easy to be an official in Burma, not to mention the low diploma requirements - even a mute can do it. After all, if you become an official

After serving as an official for three years, I communicated with the county magistrates in my jurisdiction by using written words and signs. All Burmese people, both Chinese and Burmese, learned a set of sign language without any teacher.

Luo Wanhua also heard a joke this year. When a new county magistrate took office, the county magistrate repeatedly asked him: "Sir, do you want to eat shit at noon?"

He asked: "Sir, what would you like to eat for lunch?"

Later, when this man met someone from a neighboring county in the governor's office, he couldn't help but treat it as a joke. The magistrate of the neighboring county heard this and said, "Who are you? The boss in this county even forgot to say a word, so he just came up and said

I was gesticulating, and I almost made him angry and beat him up."

...

Wu Yaozi went upstairs, and his mother was setting the meal. A fairly fair-looking Burmese girl was doing the dishes. Her father, Wu Baishan, who was named by the county magistrate, was sitting behind the table, looking like the head of the family.

Wu Yaozi first opened the cotton bag in his hand and showed it to his father. Wu Baishan said in the Miao language of his village: "I've done a lot of digging today. Come on, let's bake it after dinner. Can I have a tael of these?"

His wife heard what he said, took a look into her pocket and said, "You can bake these for two taels." After Wu Baishan heard this, the wrinkles on his face suddenly became vivid, and he slapped the little son next to him on the head and said: "

Don't go to school tomorrow, go dig ants with your brother."

Wu Yaozi said angrily: "Dad, let the beggar come to study. What can he do as a little boy? Now that the family has no worries about food and clothing, he can still make a fortune by studying and become an official in the future. Our fort commander has a boy in his family, so it's not an occupation.

Big bargain."

Wu Baishan's wife also advised: "Nowadays, all the Han adults go to elementary schools. Our family gets a lot of money and food every penny, so we have to beg to go to school. We will suffer a loss, so let Yaozi go there tomorrow."

After hearing this, Wu Baishan stared and threw his chopsticks and said: "What's the use of studying! The boss is now a soldier and fights Annan with Lord Gong. He will naturally be rich when he comes home! I won't say anything if I beg you to study."

You are looking at a man who wants to marry a daughter-in-law, and if his family doesn’t save much, do you want him to marry a Burmese girl?”

His wife was quite knowledgeable and said: "Yaozi is filial to his children. I have to count on him when I get old. What about marrying a Burmese girl?" After speaking, she pointed to the little girl who was serving food and water and said, "I think Ah Ying is good.

His sister Aguo is also grown up, so it would be a good idea to marry all of you, so that she can have more branches and leaves."

Wu Baishan said depressedly after hearing this: "They are not from the same country, and I can't understand what they are saying! Are you marrying a wife, or are you planning to marry a pig?"

Wu Baishan's wife heard what he said was unpleasant, and she also got angry and said: "Nowadays, all the Burmese Han women's eyes are on the top of their heads, and they all want to climb high branches. How can there be so many high branches for him to climb! Our county magistrate, Mr. Wang, married into

My daughter-in-law is a Burmese girl. According to you, she is not as knowledgeable as you?!"

Wu Baishan sneered and said: "You know nothing! The daughter married by Mr. Wang's family is the daughter of a Burmese official. The official is several levels older than Mr. Wang and works in the Governor's Mansion! Who is A Guo or A Ying's father? No.

Burmese mud legs?”

This sentence completely angered his wife, and she cursed: "You have only been a landlord for a few days! You don't even want to be a human being! If you want to climb a high tree, I, a mud-legged woman, am not worthy of you. You should divorce me as soon as possible."

, so that you can find a Burmese official’s daughter to be your wife!”

The more the two of them quarreled, the louder the noise got. The Burmese girl who was serving the girl hid in the kitchen with her face flushed. Qi Lai stared at the big and small eyes, holding the rice cakes in his hands and even forgot to eat them. Wu Yazi saw that his parents were older.

There were signs of a fight, so he quickly stopped and advised:

"Dad, Mom, stop arguing! I won't marry either Aying or Aguo. I'm going to take the boyhood exam and go to Yangon in the future, so I won't live at home. When I become rich in the future, I will bring you and your two elders to Yangon.

Go and enjoy your happiness, this land and house are left to beggars!”

After hearing this, his father glared at him and said, "How dare you!"

After hearing this, his mother cried and said: "What a sin! It was so good to eat bran-thick vegetables in the village at that time. I came to Myanmar to fill my stomach, but my conscience was eaten by dogs! These two boys can't be blamed!" After saying that, a

He picked her up and begged, "Yao'er, mommy depends on you. Grow up quickly so that mommy won't be bullied by bullies."

"Which one do you think is a bitch?"
Chapter completed!