"Master, the people we sent to Sichuan sent a telegram, saying that they had recruited another 4,000 people, and they were going to Kunming, and it is estimated that they will be there the day after tomorrow" Bao Shicai, general manager of Southwest United Transport, was lying under a tree in the courtyard drinking tea, and the housekeeper at home rushed to report the news of recruiting refugees. Relying on a large number of trucks and transportation lines in hand, the Southwest Intermodal Transport recruited 70,000 refugees from all over Yunnan, Guichuan and Sichuan in only five days, and at this rate, it will take less than four months for the Southwest Intermodal Transport alone to recruit 1 million refugees.

"Tell the kitchen, I want to add vegetables tonight, and I will have two sips of food at night, master" The success of the recruitment work made Bao Shicai's heart reassured, and he remembered the promise he made to Mo Lun when he patted his chest that day, and he was afraid for a while. The refugees who have arrived in Kunming plus the refugees who originally fled to Kunming, the total number of refugees in Bao Shicai's hands has exceeded 100,000, and he has already made one-tenth of the total number.

When the triumphant Bao Shicai was teasing his third aunt at home, Mo Lun, who was sweating with oil, was organizing the recruited refugees to cross the bridge into Myanmar in Wan Town. In order to ensure the smooth implementation of this plan, Morun dispatched a Jewish force of 10,000 people and designated the section of the river thirty miles north of the Wanmachi Bridge as a military exclusion zone. While the residents of Wan Town were talking, the 60,000 refugees who had already rushed to the Wan Town River had already crossed the river along the iron bridge built by the engineer regiment into the Burmese territory.

"It's hot to death, that kid doesn't know how to make me some tea to relieve the heat" Mo Lun, whose back was already soaked, got into the tent, yelled at Luo Ying, who was sleeping, and then picked up the kettle and poured it violently. Since the day the group was officially established, the two parallel iron bridges built here by the engineer regiment under the command of Morun have sent nearly 90,000 refugees into Myanmar.

The wasteland on the river beach has now become a bustling bazaar, with trucks driving from Kunming to bring truckloads of refugees here to assemble. A full 100 marching cauldrons were boiling rice porridge 24 hours a day, and each of the refugees waiting to cross the river here received a piece of food, a bowl of thick rice porridge and a piece of pickle gnocchi. Such meals are nothing for a wealthy family, but they can temporarily fill the stomachs of these refugees, at least when they enter Myanmar, they will have the strength to do so.

"I brought you here to work, you are hungry to eat, sick to manage, at the end of the month, there is money to get, and you are not tired of work, just follow these big-nosed foreigners to build houses and build roads, in short, it is a sentence, what those big noses tell you to do, you will do it" Zhao Baozhu, nicknamed Han Niu, stared at the supervisor who was talking, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the supervisor with the tin horn was more like Zhao Ergouzi in the same village as himself. Zhao Baozhu, who was crowded in the crowd, tried to shout Ergouzi, but unfortunately the surrounding sounds were too noisy, and the overseer who finished the training didn't hear his own shout.

"What? Do you know that overseer? This is not our family, I see that many people around are carrying guns, don't get into trouble and hurt everyone" The fellow villager standing next to Zhao Baozhu pushed him with his arm, dispelling Zhao Baozhu's idea of wanting to go and see what was going on. At the end of the crowd is the platform gate to the train station, from where the endless refugees board the train to their destination, Mandalay.

Zhao Baozhu, who was dazed, was squeezed onto the train by the crowd, until he sat down on the bench, he couldn't believe that he was not dreaming, looking left and right, most of the refugees sitting in the carriage were as confused as himself. "Pillar, what are you doing? Put away the food first, the overseer said that this is our two-day ration, if your own things are less, you don't dare to make trouble on the train, you will be driven down" A piece of Ma Shouyi, who fled to Yunnan, pushed Zhao Baozhu, and then woke up the dizzy Zhao Baozhu from his confusion.

Two half-thick dough cakes the size of a bowl, two pickle gnocchi in a coarse paper bag, and an iron can with a head of meat painted on it, these are the two-day rations that Ma Shouyi just said. Just when Zhao Baozhu was still thinking about what the tin can was, Ma Shouyi, who ran to the other end of the carriage to fetch water, came back, "This fucking train is really exciting, not only can it be boiled to drink water, but also the thatched toilet" The heat rising from the coarse porcelain bowl made Zhao Baozhu have an appetite, and with the boiling water and pickle pimples brought back by Ma Shouyi, Zhao Baozhu gobbled up a dough cake and filled his stomach first.

"This thing is called canned food, your canned beef with a cow painted on it, and there are pieces of beef in it, and my one is a pig painted on it, and it is pork inside, I just saw that someone else received a big rooster with a picture, maybe it is chicken in it" Ma Shouyi looked at his canned pork to Zhao Baozhu, who was in a much better spirit, with a hint of showing off in his words.

"I don't eat it, I'll put it up first, this expensive thing will be ruined after eating, I'll keep it" The honest Zhao Baozhu stuffed the so-called canned beef into his arms and hugged it tightly. In Zhao Baozhu's 32 years of life, eating meat is almost a luxury, his father and mother have lived for half their lives until they die, that is, they have eaten meat once when they are greeting their relatives, and their lives are much better than their parents, such a big jar of meat, when will I eat it? Zhao Baozhu, who was holding the canned food in his arms, fell asleep with the rhythmic shaking of the train.

Zhao Baozhu was a person and could only receive one canned food, but Ma Shouyi, who was traveling with him, was a family of five, so his family received five canned meat. Like Zhao Baozhu, Ma Shouyi, who was used to suffering, also wanted to hide the can, but when he saw his little daughter staring at the can, Ma Shouyi gritted his teeth and opened a can. Looking at the children who were eating the bread with the pieces of meat, Ma Shouyi felt that the pickled vegetable bread in his mouth was extraordinarily fragrant, and smelling the fragrance of the canned food, Ma Shouyi felt that he was full of strength.

The two-day journey passed quickly, and the train slowly stopped amid the exclamations of the children lying on the windows. "Take your own things, it's time to get off, take your own children, help the elderly, and get ready to get off" The supervisor, who had not seen him for two days, stood in the middle of the carriage with an iron horn and commanded everyone to get off. Zhao Baozhu, who was accustomed to train life, took his things, got off the train with the flow of people, and lined up on the platform according to the instructions of the supervisor.

"Look, there's a foreign devil soldier over there, and he's still a yellow hair" Zhao Baozhu subconsciously followed the discussion of the people next to him and looked at his right. is really a foreign devil soldier wearing a military uniform, but the military uniforms worn by people are different from those of the national army, but the trouser legs are in the military boots, Zhao Baozhu looked at it a few times and felt bored, so he looked for the person who might be the second dog in the pile of overseers.

"Follow me with the red cloth sewn on the clothes," the overseers whispered for a while, and one of the overseers with a small red flag in his hand shouted loudly, and they all stood on the platform among the refugees, hula and followed a large group, and a piece of red cloth was sewn on the placket of their clothes. Zhao Baozhu looked down at his clothes, it was a yellow piece of cloth, and Ma Shouyi's family was the same color, it seemed that he and this eldest brother who met halfway could still be together.

"Follow me with yellow cloth sewn on my clothes" There were fewer and fewer people on the platform, and just when Zhao Baozhu was muttering to himself, the overseer who looked like two dogs finally came over with a yellow flag. My mother, the refugees who walked out of the train station were stunned by the scene in front of them, the dense and endless parking of trucks, and the refugees who had gone out with the overseer were lining up to climb the trucks. Relying on his big size, Zhang Baozhu squeezed away the two men around him and won the opportunity to sit in the same car as Ma Shouyi's family.

The long convoy drove on the flat new road, and the refugees crowded into the carriages looked at the scenery outside the carriage in amazement, and some children exclaimed in amazement, until the convoy drove into a courtyard full of soldiers, and the children were honest, and the timid children snuggled tightly in the arms of their parents, only showing half of their heads and secretly looking at the soldiers with big guns on their backs.

Unlike the children, Ma Shouyi and the other adults were looking at their surroundings, and if you ignored the soldiers scattered around, it was more like a big construction site. A group of shirtless men were using chainsaws to break the wood, and the broken planks were directly resisted by another group of people and sent to the already laid foundation. In the short ten minutes that Zhao Baozhu and the others stood in line, Ma Shouyi watched the frame of a wooden house rise from the ground, and the thick wooden planks with a little bark were firmly fixed together by long nails, and a simple wooden house had revealed its rough shape.

"This is where you will live and work in the future," said an officer in a military uniform with a warm expression, "all of you have worked as carpenters, and your job from now on will be to make furniture and woodwork, and all the work that touches the wood will be yours." Your foreman will give you housing and supplies, and you will get as much as you can work with us, and you will be paid at the end of each month, and there will be a grocery store in the camp, and as long as there is something in the market, the grocery store will sell it."

The officer's words made Zhao Baozhu and the others think that they were about to ascend to immortality, especially when the officer said that there was a special school for children in the camp, and the adults who fled with their children cried with joy. If this is changed to when he is still in his hometown, it is impossible for the mud legs who farm to study, but here is to let the children go to school for free to study, where is this to ascend to immortals, this is simply the life of the gods.