In Yinjing, Shunha Village, in a family hotel, the prince sat at a low table drinking small porridge and eating steamed buns.

This is next to the land of Myanmar, and it is also the land of one village and two villages. Chinese pumpkin loofahs are sometimes found on trellises in Myanmar, and Burmese jade is often seen on the streets of China.

The prince has been here for 10 days and has been staying in this guesthouse. The host family was nice and welcoming.

In addition to providing accommodation, he often prepared some food for the prince. Porridge in the morning, rice at noon, and sometimes some noodles vermicelli, making people feel at home, as if they were at home.

The prince gets up early every morning, about 5 o'clock in the morning, moves his hands and feet, and after half an hour he will drink a bowl of porridge, just a few steamed buns, and then he will go out, where to go The master naturally does not know.

If you come back at noon, you will also tell the host. Generally, I don't go home for lunch, and sometimes I come back at 5 or 6 o'clock or later in the evening, and there are only two days when I don't go home at night.

It was the eleventh day of the prince's sister's visit, and the prince got up early as usual, had breakfast, mounted his motorcycle, and galloped along the road in the village, and in a short time he was out of sight.

The prince stopped in front of a bamboo fence, which was full of colors

There are also quite a few stalls selling fruits and some daily necessities. The prince came to the front of a lumber shop, saying that it was a storefront, but in fact it was just a simple shed.

The prince walked in, and there were already four or five young men seated in it, and the space covered by the shed was not very large, and many bracelets of precious woodworking were hung on the boards, or on the tables and stools.

A man in a yellow cap was counting the renminbi in his hand, and a few words of Chinese came out of his mouth from time to time.

Seeing the prince, the man shoved the money into his pocket, stepped forward and hugged the prince, and patted him on the shoulder.

The others stood up and hugged the prince in turn, and several of them sat down around a wooden table.

A middle-aged man wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat got up to refill the prince's tea. He was a Kokang man with more than 100 years of opium poppy cultivation, and in 1959 Kokang was caught in a long period of turmoil, and although the special zone was established after the armistice in 1989, life was still very difficult.

In the eyes of the prince, he is a Kokang person, but he never thinks so, their ancestors are the officers and soldiers of the Yongle Emperor, they are the legitimate Han Chinese, they speak Chinese, and they write Chinese, if it were not for the invasion of the British colonialists, the cultivation of opium poppies bloomed everywhere in Kokang, which has also become all the ways to make money in their hometowns, and after making quick money is taken for granted, there is no other way out.

Earn fast and spend fast, and the planting is very simple, women and children can do it. He kept carrying some drugs across the port, until one day, when he angered a few thugs from this unofficial port and was beaten to death, the prince saved himself.

He also promised to help him sell some wood products. Since then, my life has changed, and in the end, I have a shop here, which can be regarded as a regular business.

"Peng Yang, how are the wooden bracelets selling recently?" Peng Yang is also the Kokang tribe in Burma,

"Thanks to you. Some come in.

The prince smiled and nodded, he stood up, walked out of the shed, and walked to the empty place where the timbers were stacked, and Peng Yang followed,

"What's the recent movement in the jade shop opposite?" The prince asked Peng Yang,

"There's nothing out of the ordinary, a few regular customers look at the stones from him, and I occasionally go over to visit the door or something." The prince nodded,

"Have you seen all the people who came during the day?"

"I don't often stay at the door, but I have instructed Xiao Qi to watch at the door and solicit guests by the way."

"On normal days, that is, these days, when you close the shop, is it earlier or later?" The prince took a few puffs of his cigarette, threw the end of the cigarette to the ground, stepped on one foot, crushed it vigorously, and extinguished it before he let go.

Peng Yang took a few puffs of smoke,

"Later than him, we cleaned up and closed the shop when the lights went out on the opposite side."

"There's nothing unusual about saying that." The prince stood for a while, turned around and walked back, waved at Xiao Qi and the others, got on the motorcycle, and walked away.

Passing by the wind chimes of the corner of the many golden-roofed white towers. The prince did not go back to the hotel immediately, he galloped along the Ruili River, stopped in front of a rainforest, after half a day's trekking, his feet were already covered with yellow soil, the prince took off one of the shoes, rubbed on the tree beside him, knocked, and watched the mud fall on the ground.

The prince did so, and quickly removed the yellow mud from his two shoes, and he continued to drill into the dense forest.

The forest was deep and the trees were very lush, and the sun from the sky occasionally shone on people, so the prince did not feel a trace of heat.

A little further up the mountain road, this rainforest can be reached to the top, the prince quickened his pace, and from time to time drew the dagger from his body, and used the blade to remove the obstructive vines, oblique branches.

When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see the Ruili River running through the middle of the canyon like a white exercise, twisting and turning.

The canyon was very deep, and the mountain was steep, and the prince stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the river in the canyon that had flowed for I don't know how many years, and shouted loudly, which startled the countless black birds in the forest, and those birds flew over the canyon in flocks, flew to the opposite side and flew back.

The prince rested for a while, and then dodged into the dense forest, leaving only a shallow footprint, which was also blown away by the breeze.

Feng Lihua's work these days is very unsatisfied, unsatisfied curiosity, loneliness that no one can ask, she tried to ask Meixiang, and the other party avoided it with a very clever excuse.

Feng Lihua knew that there must be a gag order from above, but even so, Feng Lihua still wanted to ask for clarity and understanding, everything that happened was really strange.

At lunchtime, she knocked on the door of Lu Chenggong's office.

"Girl, are you looking for me for lunch?" Feng Lihua nodded,

"yes, it's been a long time since I've eaten properly." Wind Pear Blossom's eyes flashed with a sly gaze.

"You wait. Soon fine. Lu Chenggong was busy typing on the computer keyboard, and after a while, Feng Lihua was a little bored.

After the wait was over after the printer spit out a few sheets of A4 paper, Lu Chenggong took the paper and put it in the drawer.

"Let's go, what do you want to eat?" Feng Lihua smiled, took Lu Chenggong's arm, and walked to the fast-food restaurant she frequented the most.