The mine runs through the ground for nearly 200 meters, so the underground in this area is hollow, the structure is fragile, and it cannot be used as a foundation to build houses, the miners are only responsible for collecting the rough stones, and finally transporting the jade rough to the designated place of the mining merchants, and then relying on the jade itself, after many screenings, it can be seen at a glance that the worthless stones inside will be thrown away immediately after being illuminated by lights, and most of the remaining rough stones will be marked and sawed off, and then the texture and color of the inside will be determined by experts whether they have economic value. The other part will be sent to the gambling stone trading market untouched for the "gamblers" to play.

Due to the preconceived ideas of the public, the vast majority of people will choose the bright color of the green jade, and they are not interested in the red jade. In fact, people who have been in the industry for many years know that high-quality green Fei can only be said to be relatively rare, but red Fei is hard to find.

Most of the red jade on the market are defective products, so the jade vein that Chen Yaohua saw in the mine can almost be called a rare treasure.

Chen Yaohua was nervous and carried the lamp deep and shallow in the mine tunnel. Because of the intricacies of the forks, if it weren't for Yan Er's previous lead, it would be impossible for him to find the specific location of the jade vein at once if he was not familiar with the internal route of the mine.

The surrounding sounds seemed to all disappear, and Chen Yaohua swallowed hard, trying his best to recall the route he had come, and finally luckily returned to the place where the rough was mined earlier.

Perhaps it was the sixth sense of the person that was at work, or perhaps there was a providence in the dark, Chen Yaohua immediately took the opportunity to return to the ground on the elevator. When he saw the afternoon sun shining directly above the mine, his whole body immediately relaxed, and he sat in a makeshift shack near the mine with his hands down, feeling depressed.

There were a lot of people who were busy in the mine, and no one noticed for a while that Chen Yaohua, who was covered in dirty ashes, quietly ran out of the mine. He was afraid that he would be deducted from his salary, so he simply hid with his waist and waited for Yan Er's group to come up.

This is a few hours. He waited until his mouth was dry and his throat was on fire, and he didn't see Yan Er and them come up, and he said something was wrong, he should have to call it a day at this time.

Since mid-May, the mountainous region of northern Myanmar has entered the rainy season, and the continuous rain has made the roads muddy and difficult to walk, making it more difficult to work underneath the mines, and the rough ore cannot be transported in time.

Chen Yaohua has been working underground for a few days, and it is not easy to catch up with the sunny day, but at this moment, the sky suddenly changes, and the dark and heavy clouds are approaching the mine, he looks up at the sky, and finds that an unstoppable raging wind and rain is coming. Managers at the mine evacuated the crowd, and local miners in Myanmar had long since called it a day and gone home to take shelter from the rain.

If the rain pours heavily, the mountains will inevitably be muddy and difficult to move forward, Chen Yaohua was worried that he would be trapped here, and he didn't have the heart to control their situation, so he returned to Hpakant Town with a cloth bag, just in time to meet the Burmese young people who lived with him.

In the two years he has lived in Myanmar, Chen Yaohua has been able to communicate with the locals in a simple way. He had met a Tibetan friend when he was working in China, so he had a certain understanding of Tibetan pronunciation, and Burmese and Tibetan belonged to the Tibeto-Burman language family, and the grammar was similar, and he was able to distinguish the general meaning of the native people's speech through body gestures and residual memories of Burmese pronunciation.

Since birth, the young man from Myanmar, Soe Win, has lived with his parents and siblings near the mines, with all five boys working as miners and the youngest sister working as a prostitute in the red-light district.

There are many Chinese rough stone merchants who come to Myanmar, most of them are from Ruili, Yunnan, where the price of jadeite rough is low, and it must be more profitable than in Ruili after being transported to China after several changes of hands, even if there is a difference in some of the transactions, so many businessmen flock to it, and with it, there are a large number of cheap labor resources: such as Chen Yaohua, Yan Er and other strong young and middle-aged miners.

As soon as Chen Yaohua returned to the house, he lay on the bed and didn't want to move, he stretched his limbs on his back, stared straight at the dark roof, and suddenly came up with the red vein embedded in the stone wall, the delicate texture and the red color of the cockscomb that are rare for thousands of years, if he can really take it for himself, the rest of his life will be a luxurious life that Chen Yaohua has never thought of.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to drive these ridiculous thoughts out of his brain, but the dazzling red fei always shook in front of his eyes, making Chen Yaohua feel as if it was within reach but out of reach, and the two thoughts were mixed like numbness, which made people upset.

"Red Fei." He muttered to himself.

Although Suowen has thick skin and thick flesh, his temper is as gentle as a harmless sheep, and it is because of this that he kindly took in Chen Yaohua, a foreigner who had no place to go, and protected him from the wind and rain. As usual, Sowin's wife brought them some pancakes and dry noodles, and when the two brothers were on their beds, the stars had risen in the sky.

At night, it was still drizzling outside the window at first, but in the second half it gradually turned into a pouring rain, and the sound of squeaking on the bed boards, the coughing of Suowen, the sound of wind and rain, all kinds of sounds were mixed together, and it was endless.

Chen Yaohua thought about Hongfei and fell asleep soundly in a noise.

The next morning, Chen Yaohua came to the mine as usual, Yan Er was still sitting in the shack waiting for him, his expression was the same, he saw Chen Yaohua from a distance and waved to him very enthusiastically, Chen Yaohua chuckled in his heart, and suddenly felt that maybe everything that happened yesterday was just a dream.

"Where's the jade vein?" Chen Yaohua asked in a low voice.

Yan Er was stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Yaohua in confusion, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying, and a stupid look appeared on his face that didn't match the bandit's appearance.

"What jade vein? What do you say? ”

"Chen Gong, why do you look so bad." Yan Er kept scratching his ears and cheeks, leaving scratches on the skin on the back of his neck, and only then did Chen Yaohua notice that there was a large patch of red prickly heat on his neck due to the high temperature and rainy climate.

"Just those red jadeites. Yesterday I came out of the mine first, and you are still ...... down there."

"What's that? Red jadeite? There's still a red emerald in this mine? Chen Gong, what are you daydreaming about? ”