After returning to Beijing, we successfully held the Second Petersburg Party Member Congress at the time-honored delicious restaurant in Beijing. After the fat man ate three plates of old Shanghai oil-fried shrimps, the meeting successfully passed the resolution to go to Yunnan.
The fat man wiped the oil on his mouth and said to me: Lao Hu, Yunnan is a great place. I was very excited by the scene about the golden bird flying from the sky, and I had long thought about seeing those burning batches.
An ethnic minority girl is in passionate love.
I said to him: Yunnan is not as good as you think, and not all ethnic minority girls are peacocks. Anyway, I have never seen a few decent ones in Yunnan before. At that time, our troops were deployed not far from the border.
Laojun Mountain in Laojun Mountain, where we conducted a month of actual combat training. That place is the intersection of Hani, Yi and Zhuang Autonomous Prefecture. There are many ethnic minorities, and I think they all look similar to Vietnamese. What about the five golden flowers Ashima
Whatnot, those are all artistic processing in movies and TV dramas, they can’t be real, so you’d better not have too much illusions, otherwise you will be very disappointed.
Da Jinya said: What's the matter, Mr. Hu, the place you went to is probably a ravine. When I went to Yunnan to jump in the queue, I saw many beautiful girls from the Dai and Jingpo ethnic groups. They were all slim and had such small waists.
, I just want to marry someone, and I will be satisfied for the rest of my life.
The blind man had almost finished eating. After listening to our words, he slapped the table and said: Dear heroes, the Yi girls in Yunnan are very rare. Moreover, there are hidden poisonous women among the Miao people. The love poison they drive is vicious and insidious and cannot be guarded against.
It would be better to avoid provoking those women later.
Da Jinya nodded and said: What the old man said makes sense. When I went to Yunnan to join the team, I heard that among the many ethnic minorities, the Miao people are the best at using poison, and the Miao people are divided into Hua Miao, Green Miao and Black Miao.
Wait. The Qingmiao people are proficient in the properties of herbs and insects, while the Black Miao people are good at cultivating and applying poison. These two groups of people themselves are also in conflict; now the Black Miao people are almost extinct. But what if you provoke the poison among the Miao girls?
Damn, this is really giving me a headache.
The fat man smiled and said: Lao Jin, you underestimate the charm of our buddy. If there are no saucy among the Miao girls, it will be over. As long as there are, I will sniff out a few for you. When the time comes, we will still be in this place, one for each of you.
Miao Mi.
I drank a little too much, and my tongue started to shorten. I hooked the fat man's shoulders and laughed at him: If the old lady in her seventies or eighty takes a fancy to your body, fat man, she must peel off your stinky skin and stretch it out.
.The place we went to this time has the largest number of Bai people. The Bai girls are very nice and fair.
She has a good appetite today. Based on her ancestry, her hometown should be in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so the Huaiyang dishes in this restaurant are very suitable for her taste. She just saw me, Fatty, Da Jinya and others together,
Coupled with the fact that he was a blind man, the topic kept turning on the minority girls in Yunnan. I had no choice but to let nature take its course when I was with these people. In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore and coughed lightly.
After she reminded me, I remembered that I still had something serious to say. I lost three points of my drunkenness, so I raised my glass and said to everyone: Comrades, tomorrow Fatty and I will set off for Yunnan. This trip will take us to Shangao Road.
We are far away, and there are guns and bullets like rain. We have to carry the burden of revolution on our shoulders, and we don’t know when we will come back. However, a man should be ambitious in all directions and travel around the world on horseback with a gun. Gorky said, the stupid sea duck is
You are not worthy of enjoying the joy of fighting; ten thousand years is too long, just seize the day. Now that we have a good night and a good drink, we can gather together now, and we should cherish every minute and every second. When we return in triumph, we will
The banquet was re-arranged and a toast was made to praise the heroes.
Everyone also raised their glasses at the same time, clinking glasses to wish us a smooth journey. Da Jinya drank all the wine in the glass, held my hand and said: Mr. Hu, I really want to go to Yunnan with you, but my body is not strong enough.
I've gone through so much trouble, and it's going to be a burden to you. What you just said made me want to cry. How about I sing a song for you and send the Red Army to you?
I was also very touched in my heart and said to him: What Mr. Jin said makes it seem that there is a rift between us brothers. We went to Yunnan thanks to you purchasing equipment in the rear. This is the guarantee of our success. Don't worry,
The Mingqi poured out is half mine and half yours.
Da Jinya told me about the equipment he bought and what he didn't buy, and I discussed with him and three others what we needed to bring. The fat man and the blind man on the side were not idle either, and kept harassing a beautiful woman in the hotel.
The waiter had to tell people's fortunes. The night before going out was spent in the commotion.
The next day, Big Gold Tooth and the blind man took us to the train station. Both parties took care of themselves and said goodbye as the train rumbled away.
Fatty and I took the train south and arrived in Kunming. We stayed in Kunming for three days. There were a lot of things to do during these three days. I found Yingxi Village near Tanhua Temple according to the contact address given by Da Jinya.
Here lives a revolutionary comrade who was a comrade of Da Jinya when he jumped in the queue. He has always maintained business contact with Da Jinya. With his help, I bought three fine imitation 64-type pistols, with official inscriptions on the guns.
serial number, they were imitated from Chinese standard pistols in the Burmese arsenal, and then flowed into China; judging from the manufacturing process, they can be regarded as being exported to domestic sales.
However, this kind of gun has limited damage and is suitable for use by police officers, and can also play a role in self-defense. I wanted to ask the person to buy two more rifles commonly used by poachers in Yunnan, but was told that they were out of stock, so I had to
Give it up and see if you can buy some large-caliber guns from the locals before entering the Worm Valley. There is no one in the depths of the valley. If there are any injurious beasts, it will be quite inconvenient to have no firearms to defend yourself.
At the same time, Fatty and I bought two insect catching nets and three beige lotus leaf sun hats. According to the prior plan, we were going to dress up as staff from the Natural History Museum and go into the forest to catch butterfly specimens. The Lancang River is home to many different species of butterflies, so
Use this identity as an insect catcher as a cover to fight in the insect valley without being noticed along the way.
We tried to keep the rest of the equipment as simple as possible. The mountainous areas of Yunnan are not like deserts like the Gobi Desert, so we don’t need too much water and food. We packed as much medicine as possible in the empty part of the backpack to deal with poisonous insects in the forest.
I divided the three Type 64 pistols between the two of them. The fat man felt dissatisfied. This kind of broken gun was useless and couldn't even kill mice. In anger, he found something and made a slingshot. At that time, we
When I joined the queue in Daxinganling, Inner Mongolia, I often used a slingshot to shoot birds and hares. If the materials were good, it was indeed more powerful than the June 4th pistol.
After everything was prepared, we took a car along the road and crossed between Wuliang Mountain in Ailao Mountain and Baihai in Diancang Mountain in Dali, and arrived at the beautiful Lancang River. Our destination was the place with the highest concentration of mountains and rivers in Yunnan Province.
It is still some distance from the China-Myanmar border.
The last section of the road is steep and narrow, and long-distance vehicles only travel on cliffs. The driver is a veteran and drives carelessly. The road surface is in poor condition, with ups and downs, and there are many gravels and potholes. One sharp bend after another, the body of the car is up and down.
The ups and downs repeatedly turned danger into danger, and the fat man and I were so frightened that we broke out in cold sweats, fearing that the driver would not pay attention and both the person and the car would fall into the Lancang River under the cliff.
The rest of the passengers in the car were probably used to riding in this kind of car, and they didn't take it seriously at all; some were chatting and laughing, and some were fast asleep. In addition, many people in the car were carrying baskets of poultry.
The wife was crying, the children were screaming, and all kinds of smells were mixed, pungent and unpleasant. I am not a spoiled person, but I couldn't stand this kind of environment. It was so unbearable that I had to open the car window and breathe in the fresh air outside.
I poked my head out and saw the fast-flowing Lancang River under the cliff. The stone walls on both sides stood as tall as natural dangers. The surface of the river was not very wide. Looking down from a high position, the river was dark red and flowing in a winding direction to the south.
The fat man was afraid of heights. He was shaking all over and didn't dare to look out of the car window. He just cursed repeatedly: This fucking driver really dares to act. Is this driving or fucking acrobatics? I really want to get fat this time.
Master, if Lao Hu doesn’t get off the car, we will return to our seats.
I wasn't used to riding such a roller coaster, so I simply closed my eyes tightly and didn't look outside, so I could feel more at ease.
I said to the fat man: The revolution has not yet succeeded, we still have to work hard. You keep persisting. Now that you have got off the car, you still have to walk a long way. Think about how the Red Army persisted when they crossed the snowy mountains and climbed the grass. You are now facing this difficulty.
What does it matter? To tell you the truth, this old car is going to fall apart.
A local tea vendor next to us told us: Let’s see how bad you are. Get some motion sickness pills to take them. If you sit a few times, you will feel nauseous. What are you going to do to overcome them?
The local dialects in Yunnan are complex and difficult to understand, and we didn’t want to have too much contact with the locals this time, so I didn’t understand what the tea seller said at all, and I didn’t know how to answer.
Seeing that I didn't understand what he was saying, the tea seller said to me in blunt Mandarin: "I mean, you look uncomfortable. You're still not used to riding in this kind of car. Just get used to it. Where are you going?"
I saw that this man was born and raised in the local area, so I could ask him about the journey, so I said to him: We are from the museum, no, no, we are from the natural history museum, and we want to go to the Snake River to catch big butterflies. Let me ask you about it.
How far is it from here to Zhelong Mountain? Where should we get off?
The tea seller pointed to a high mountain by the river in the distance: It's not far away. After turning around the mountain bend and getting off the bus, you will find the Shepaizi River at the foot of Zhelong Mountain. I will also go there to collect tea leaves. You just need to get off the bus with me.
I looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a huge gray bowl-shaped mountain standing at the end of the road. The top of the mountain was covered in clouds and fog. Looking at it from the car, I really felt like I was looking up at the mountain. Although I was already looking at it, I couldn’t look at the mountain.
It's a dead horse, the road is winding and winding, and the distance is really not close. It seems that we will have to suffer for another hour in this shabby car.
We were all sitting at the back of the car. Just as I was talking to the tea seller, the car suddenly shook violently, as if it had hit something. The driver braked hard, and the passengers in the car fell forward and backward. There was a sudden chaos.
In the chaos, I heard someone yelling, "I'll crush you to death." The fat man cursed and said that this crazy driver was driving like this. It would be weird if he didn't crush someone to death. He and I looked out the rear window on the road.
I just took one picture back and felt my scalp numb. I quickly looked away. If I continued to look at it, I would have to spit it out. What the hell was this thing that was crushed to death? Shumeng