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Chapter 384 Qingmei Butcher

In the 12 days since Sisi and Hua Zheng settled, Liu Yu went to the Golden Triangle in a hurry, and Li Xiangbei responded to a sentence: Qian donkey skills are poor. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Liu Yu came to Qingmei Village as a backpacker.

As soon as he entered the Golden Triangle, Liu Yu knew that this was a captive farm, and it was a breeding farm in captivity.

The Siamese people are very talented, and they used a trick to make the scope of life of everyone here, and they were not allowed to go beyond the thunder pool. It's not easy to do this, for example, a pack of dogs is a prison against a wolf, stipulating that you can only live within this range, you will definitely be laughed at by the wolf, but if you make this wolf a horn dog, it will be much easier.

In order to turn this wolf into a horn dog, the international community has gone to great lengths.

First of all, it is not allowed to grow poppies, and then it is to promise all conditions to raise you, and when the murderous surname is almost consumed, you are asked to fend for yourself in this harsh environment, this is the legendary Zhao'an group, booby-trap a group, fight to death, and finally starve to death a group, and those who can survive are the obedient people of the obedient people, and they are some people who make you on the left and you absolutely dare not be right.

It is indeed a bit difficult to let such a group of people clean up their vigor again, and it is no wonder that Li Xiangbei has more than enough heart but not enough strength, and it is extremely difficult to do an easy thing. In the past six months, less than 500 people have agreed to follow Li Xiangbei, and only three people have agreed to kill people.

Li Xiangbei's behavior was so angry that Li Jiaguo lay in the hut for three days, and when he walked out of the door, he was ten years old, staggering, and inarticulate.

After a few days of wandering, Liu Yu learned that more than 50 years ago, at the end of the Chinese People's Liberation War, part of the Kuomintang army retreated from Yunnan to the Burmese border, was displaced, and settled here several times, trapped in the mountains and dense forests. The other part is the remnants of the expeditionary force and their dependents who were stranded and retreated here when Chinese mainland was liberated. Today's residents, all of whom are descendants, are authentic Chinese and have a strong Chinese flavor of life, and the local schools teach in Mandarin and residents converse in Mandarin. The residents mainly grow tea, and there are several tea factories everywhere in the tea plantations, which are quite large-scale.

Long, narrow mountain roads bring tourists here. Here, from the old people who have experienced the vicissitudes of life, from the old black and white photos hanging on the wall of Feng Yaxuan's restaurant, from the old general's cemetery built by the descendants to raise funds, and from the books sold in the village shops, people are everywhere to tell the past of the past, and the dusty words seem to still remain in their memories and have not been forgotten.

They like to talk about their past, and the bitterness, hardship, blood and tears of the past have become the pillars that support their lives today, inspiring them to live an ordinary and tenacious life. Although they are confined to this place as a prison, they use their industrious hands to develop and build a beautiful new home. An endless stream of tourists came and went, and from the tourists, they knew the world and let the world know them.

Liu Yu doesn't like them, especially they don't like them chattering to people all day long, telling about the state of the world, telling about the hardships of the past, the purpose of telling is only to let people stretch out a hand of mercy because of sympathy, well-wishers, give some food! I think that the generals of the 93rd Division back then, if there were spirits after death, knowing that their descendants were living such a talented life, it is estimated that it would be difficult for them to sleep.

One of their favorite sayings is: We have nowhere to go. Because they have no nationality and are confined to the land of bullets, many people are very depressed and complaining. Liu Yu really felt that this was really a group of typical Kuomintang soldiers, and they had the same ideas as their leaders. Lao Jiang is partial to Taiwan, and he has a good life, but he only knows the world of Taipei, but he does not know the Yangtze River, and the only difference between them and them is that Lao Jiang has a household registration and a nationality.

In fact, the world is so big, where can you not go? As an ancient Yiren, didn't you come here today? The Indochina Peninsula belongs to people who do not know in the past, and in the future history, there must be a period of time when it belongs to the ancient people. And now the ancient Yiren of the New Ming Kingdom, there are not as many people as Qingmei Village, the reason why one ascends to heaven and enters the earth, there is such a result, in the final analysis, it is that people live differently.

Li Jiaguo received Liu Yu in his family's cabin.

Liu Yu saw Li Jiaguo with this demeanor, and said with a smile, in the past, he knew the saying that hating iron does not become steel, but this time he walked all the way and watched all the way, and finally knew the reality that hating iron does not become steel. I also learned that the vast majority of people here are satisfied with their current life, and they will no longer take risks, because it is not easy to live today, although it is slightly deficient compared with normal Siamese people, but compared with 50 years ago, there has been great progress.

This is what the international community is for in captivity, and they have achieved it!

Li Jiaguo lowered his head and did not speak, for a long time, he raised his head and said to Liu Yu: "Is there any other way, tell me, even if it is death, I will do it, I will be boiled to death by the international community like a frog boiled in warm water, I am unwilling!" ”

Liu Yu drank a cup of Gaoshan Tieguanyin and said: "Since last year, my family has agreed to let me drink, and I have never drunk a cup of tea again. But I prefer to drink, Mr. Li, do you have a better tavern here, if so, accompany me to have a drink, I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of a drink! ”

When Li Jiaguo heard Liu Yu's words, he shook his old body, took the lead in walking out of the door, and said: "I can still let you be a little cub, go, drink, I invite you to taste our beautiful old wine." ”

On the right side of the road, there is a dilapidated restaurant, different from some other brightly decorated, Western-style bars, this is a typical Chinese style of wine shop, low façade, hanging a wine flag, wooden wine shop door, rough and loose, inside a few oil-drenched wooden block tables, strong and heavy, no chairs, only on the side of the wooden block table there are some coarse linen woven hammock-sized horse clips, sitting on it, very comfortable and casual, want to sit down, want to lie down directly.

The owner of the liquor store has a black face, even the wrinkles are a compound of black pot coal and oil smoke, his head is fat, his shoulders are bare, a pair of big shorts hang on his hip bones, and his lower abdomen is exposed with black hair. Liu Yu smiled when he saw it, this guy, all the hair on the top of his head has been put down to this place!

"Old immortal, what do you want to eat?" The owner of the wine shop was not polite to Li Jiaguo: "This time you don't pay on credit, you have to pay cash." ”

"Shao Luosuo, who owes you anything!" Li Jiaguo said.

"Pick the best one, sir, I love meat, don't make some vain vegetarian chicken and duck to toss my stomach." After Liu Yu finished speaking, he took out 1,000 yuan on the table and said, "Can this thing be used?" You can't trade me for anything else. ”

"You can use it, master, this is hard currency, who dares to say that this game can't be used, more than a billion people will soak urine in one person, and they will directly rush you into the Mekong River." When the owner of the liquor store saw the money, his face became like a flip book.

A local stone turtle weighs two pounds and weighs a pound of chickens, slaughtered in front of the face, and stewed in a pot.

cut a pound of braised pork, and then sent a jar of old wine.

Liu Yu tasted it and shouted: "This play is completely alcohol, and it has nothing to do with wine." ”

"It doesn't matter what you call it, it's a drunken father." The owner of the wine shop laughed, and it is estimated that many people won the lottery for his trick.

Liu Yu took out two bottles of Moutai from his bag, handed them to Li Jiaguo, and said, "This was originally for you to drink it here, or do you keep it and drink it slowly." ”

"Moutai!" Li Jiaguo was happy: "Good things, I haven't drunk them for a year, take them back and drink them slowly." ”

"No way!" The owner of the wine shop quit: "This meal is mine, and the wine is yours." ”

"Pull it down!" Li Jiaguo said: "How much is your order worth, how much is my bottle of wine worth, you can calculate it yourself!" ”

The owner of the wine shop calculated casually, it was indeed not a price, and he couldn't make a plan, so he made another plan, and said: "You wrote off your account with me before, okay?" ”

Li Jiaguo pretended to be not very reluctant and nodded. The owner of the wine shop laughed, rushed out of the wine shop in two arrows, and tore off the wine flag.

Stir-fried peanuts, braised pig's mouth, dried rat meat, stir-fried back to the pot meat. Then I opened two bottles of Moutai and waited for the stone turtle chicken to come out of the pot while drinking.

After three rounds of drinking, Li Jiaguo was a little half drunk, and the old words were brought up again, Liu Yu was worried that the owner of the wine shop would talk nonsense, but Li Jiaguo's words made Liu Yu completely relieved, this guy is the descendant of the 93rd Division, he is the commander of the third battalion, and he himself was at the end of the eighties, it was also like a murderer, and now, he will only kill chickens!

The problem is that no one kills! The owner of the wine shop is also drunk and bears the guts, and his tongue is thick after a few glasses, and his words are loud.

How many can you kill in a night, the kind that lies in bed and lets you kill?

A hundred, there should be no problem. It doesn't matter if you kill it, you can't bury it, and it's tiring to dig a pit.

A thousand people like you are enough! Xiaoyu said.

I'll find you two thousand, the owner of the wine shop pats his chest, and then brushes the long hair under his navel.

Li Jiaguo showed a smile on his face and said to Xiaoyu: "This fat pig is surnamed Tu, the slaughterhouse is called Tu Sheng, in addition to killing, he can still kill." ”

"Hehehehehe, this hobby has a future!" Xiao Yu laughed. Full of wine and food, return to Longshan City.

The butcher Tu Sheng soon gathered an army of 1,000 people, all of whom dared to kill.

Lolo sent a platoon of soldiers, with Tu Sheng and his 1,000 miscellaneous army called the slaughterhouse, to kill a regiment of more than 1,200 men of the Siamese garrison in Chiang Rai on the night of September 1, for the simple reason that the garrison had defiled a widow from the village of Chiang Beauty, and most importantly did not pay any money.

The next day, Tu Sheng and his slaughtering team, who had been doing no more, also robbed 21 stores, three grain and oil markets, and more than 100 tricycles along the way.

The Chiang Mai garrison marched in and suppressed, and the slaughtering team put the stronghold at the boundary of the Golden Triangle River, a place that was not clear whether it belonged to Siam or Xinming, and the Chiang Mai garrison did not dare to enter and suppress, and it would be more than worth the loss to cause trouble in Xinming.

As a result, 13,000 men of the 4th Infantry Division of the 3rd Military Region (Northern Region) surrounded Tu Sheng and others in the estuary delta, and the water could not be passed.

Tu Sheng and the others didn't take the siege seriously at all, they made hundreds of catties of fish in the river, and drank their dinner in full swing, and when they finished drinking, some people began to sing: In the distant Indochina Peninsula, there are several small villages, and there is a group of Chinese sons and daughters who live there Chinese and are suffering from war......

This wild cub sings well, with a high-pitched voice, a bit like Fei Yuqing.