On the second floor of the bamboo stilt building, Wei Ran, wearing only a pair of British army shorts, sat on a bamboo stool at the door, watching the bonfire in the brazier and carefully examining the wounds on his body.
Beside him, the unknown child put a fish on a bamboo stick and grilled it patiently. Even the little panda, which looked harmless, was lying on the side with its legs in the air.
, sticking out his tongue and looking longingly at the grilled fish in the little boy's hand.
In a slightly larger thatched shed a little further away, a young monk in monk's robes, Sehao, was sitting at the main seat, speaking to the locals in Burmese in a leisurely manner, and the aborigines were also there.
Under the leadership of the old man wearing the chieftain's official uniform, he sat cross-legged and listened carefully. From time to time, he would clasp his hands and chant a few words.
Look at this village hidden halfway up the mountain. There are only a few dozen households in total. Most of what you can see around it are bamboo forests and cassava everywhere, as well as leisurely wandering buffaloes and a few large animals hanging out with the buffaloes.
elephant.
Just when he was looking at the scenery outside the door, the little boy gently poked Wei Ran's knee with his finger. When he looked over, he immediately took the fragrant grilled fish and fish in his hand with a look of hope.
A cut banana leaf was handed over, completely forgetting who kidnapped him and his father not long ago.
Reaching out to take the grilled fish, Wei Ran held it up with a banana leaf and took a bite. Immediately, the sour aroma of lemon, the fragrance of chili pepper, and the fragrance of bamboo, mixed with the salty taste, hit his face. The fish that had been waiting for him
The red panda who was having a meal also turned over stupidly, came over with its big fluffy tail, and laid its fat and short paws on Wei Ran's swollen and ulcerated legs without any courtesy.
However, before the little guy could get close enough to take a whiff, the little boy grabbed his tail with one hand and the collar of his neck with the other and picked him up into his arms.
Seeing this, Wei Ran tore off a small piece of fish meat and handed it to the struggling little guy. Attracted by the fragrance, the little guy immediately calmed down, lay on his back on the little boy's knees and ate it with big mouthfuls.
When the little boy saw the fish beside him, he also showed a bright and carefree smile.
While eating grilled fish, Wei Ran was secretly worried. Almost four or five hours had passed since he woke up, but both Tan Shouzheng and Zhou Guochang were still unconscious in the stilted building not far away.
Unfortunately, although he could find a lot of things belonging to the expeditionary force in this room, he could not find any medical supplies at all. Even their bamboo baskets, weapons and the donkey belonging to the young monk had no idea where they were.
Taking out the compass from the metal book again, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly. Even the compass couldn't work properly in this damn place. Now even if someone told him that these people were actually savages in the savage mountains, he would be willing to do so.
believe.
During the slightly boring wait, as the sky was getting dark, a woman in her twenties walked into the room carrying a bamboo bowl. She chattered something to Wei Ran first, and then ignored her.
If he understood, he used a piece of bamboo to carefully scrape off the dried herbs on the wound. Then he unscrewed the bamboo tube in his hand, grabbed a lump of green Huhu and re-applied it to the wound.
superior.
In addition to the slight tingling at first, the coolness and slight numbness that followed also made Wei Ran breathe a sigh of relief.
Along the way, his body was covered with scars, and the ulcers on his feet were the most serious. Although he didn't know if these unknown herbs were useful, at least he wouldn't be in such pain all the time.
After the woman applied the herbal medicine Huhu to the wound on his hand, Wei Ran first put his hands together to thank him, and then made a gesture of carrying a bamboo basket.
The woman thought for a while, and then a look of realization appeared on her face. Then she said something with a smile, turned her head and said something to the child, then stood up and left the room.
Before the woman came downstairs, the child who had been accompanying Wei Ran disappeared in a flash.
Less than five minutes later, the young monk Sehao also walked into the room carrying fish soup and rice on banana leaves in a pottery basin.
"Little Master Sehao"
Wei Ran quickly sat up and asked with gestures, "Where are the backpacks? We have backpacks, kerosene lamps, disinfection and disinfection items!"
Seeing Wei Ran gesturing at using a cotton ball with tweezers to smear the wound, Master Sehao put down the things in his hands, waved his hands gently, put down the things in his hands, turned around and left the room with the child.
Seeing this, Wei Ran could only suppress the doubts in his heart and honestly ate the rice on the banana leaf with the fish soup.
By the time the child took away the leftover fish soup and replaced it with a bamboo tube filled with water, the sky outside the door had completely darkened, but there was no light in this small village.
He even vaguely heard loud grunting amidst the pounding rain, as well as some noise caused by friction coefficient issues in the initial process of making humans.
Shaking his head helplessly, Wei Ran could only lie down and close his eyes, patiently waiting for the situation to progress.
It was midnight, and when I dreamed about Squad Leader Liang and businessman Luke again that day, I was awakened by Peng Peng's knock on the door.
Wei Ran subconsciously turned over and got out of bed. When Wei Ran stood firm, he already had a pistol in his hand.
After calming down for a while, Wei Ran carefully opened the door, and then he could vaguely make out that the father of the child who had been kidnapped by him during the day was looking at him with a look of surprise and saying something loudly, and his hand was pointing.
The room where Qin Shouzheng and Zhou Guochang were.
Looking in the direction of his finger, he could even see a faint light on the second floor of the stilted building.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately took advantage of the darkness to put away his weapon and ran over with bare feet.
When he ran along the wet stone road to the bottom of the stilted building, a lot of people had gathered here. When he ran up to the second floor, he found that not only the young monk Sehao was here, but also the chieftain and the former helper.
The woman who changed her own dressing was also there.
On the floor in the center of the room, two kerosene lamps that looked very familiar to us were already placed.
Finally, he looked at the bamboo bed surrounded by people. Zhou Guochang, who was still unconscious during the day, was already half sitting on the bed, letting the young monk Sehao feed thick fish soup into his mouth spoon by spoon. Look again
Tan Shouzheng was lying on the other bed, but there was still no sign of waking up.
"Wei, Brother Wei," Zhou Guochang said hello in surprise immediately after spotting Wei Ran running in.
"How do you feel?" Wei Ran approached the bed and asked.
"It doesn't take any effort." Zhou Guochang grinned, "My head hurts like it's exploding. Where is this place?"
"I don't know, but what kind of chieftain did the old man say he was?" Wei Ran looked at the old man as he spoke, and the latter immediately said something.
However, Zhou Guochang also looked confused, "What he said was not Burmese, I can't understand it."
Before Wei Ran could open his mouth, the young monk also started talking about the boss.
This time, Zhou Guochang immediately explained, "These people speak the Qin dialect. The young master has learned it specifically for preaching, so he can understand it."
"You do not understand?"
Wei Ran asked curiously, "Ask the old man what happened to his toast and where our things went. Besides, when I woke up, they tied him alone and
Yes, I saw a lot of weapons and equipment of the expeditionary force soldiers in the room where I stayed, so let’s ask what’s going on.”
"I don't understand the Chin language. The Chin people are almost invisible in the south. Wait a minute, I'll ask you questions one by one."
After speaking, Zhou Guochang switched to Burmese again, and with the help of the young monk Sehao, he started communicating word by word with the old man who wore the chieftain's official uniform during the day.
After chatting for almost an hour, Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang, who had just woken up, finally figured out the whole story.
First of all, the old man is indeed a toast.
Or to be more precise, he is a hereditary chieftain from his grandfather's generation. However, starting from his father's generation, this chieftain's official position has been disconnected from the Qing Dynasty, and their clan has also declined due to the British colonization.
, gradually hid in the deep mountains and old forests and cut off contact with the outside world, so that they did not even know that Qing Chao had already completely changed his mind.
What made Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang even more embarrassed was that the only thing that this hereditary chieftain inherited, apart from the tattered official uniform, was the seriously off-key sentence "I am the chieftain of Daqing."
In fact, the chieftain didn't even know what this sentence meant, and he just recited it as a mantra similar to "Welcome".
After figuring out the identity of the other party, Wei Ran's other doubts were also solved one by one. First of all, their things were not lost, and they were all kept by the old chieftain himself.
Secondly, the reason why Wei Ran was tied up was because he nearly killed the witch doctor who was treating his wounds more than once when he was unconscious. The old chieftain had no choice but to ask someone to tie him to the bed.
As for the last question, where did those expeditionary force items come from, the old chieftain also gave an explanation.
It turned out that their village was only separated from the route taken by the expeditionary force by a mountain. Those things were picked up by children who usually herded cattle and adults who fished, and planned to use them to make farm tools or use them for other purposes.
The reason why they were rescued was actually thanks to the young monk who was awakened by Wei Ran's shot before he fell into coma, as well as this small village's relatively pious belief in Buddhism.
After figuring out all the problems, Zhou Guochang also anxiously asked for their backpacks back.
Fortunately, when the two of them opened the backpack, the waterproof bag inside was still bulging and showed no signs of being opened. Naturally, the two boxes of quinine and the camera inside were not missing at all.
The vital medicines were still there, and the two men, who were all injured, breathed a sigh of relief and turned their attention to Tan Shouzheng, who was still unconscious.
Unfortunately, although his fever subsided, he still showed no signs of waking up. The two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding, and finally could only suppress their worries and let the little monk Sehao and the witch doctor give in.
Qin Shouzheng re-smeared new herbal medicine Huhu on his body.
