There is a reason why I said that it was not so easy to go back.

At present, we have three ways to go back, first, to ask for help from the embassy.

Second, through border crossings.

Third, sneak back.

No way, we don't have ID cards and passports, and it's unrealistic to want to fly back.

The first two routes are the most formal and least risky, but without an ID card or passport, they will be treated as smuggling.

Even if you can go back, you will have to bear a certain amount of legal responsibility, unless you can prove that you were 100% coerced.

As for sneaking back, it's much simpler, as long as people can reach Yunnan and their relatives come to pick them up, it basically has no impact on life.

When I say impact, I mean something about legal liability.

At this time, the network was not too developed, the problem of wire fraud was not very prominent, and the state was not so strict in cracking down on this.

Only some powerful leaders in northern Myanmar, especially some drug dealers, are concerned.

Karami like us, maybe not even have a record.

In this way, as long as you can secretly return to China and go to the local police station to reapply for an ID card, everything here can be turned over one page and a new life can be officially started.

In my hometown, there seems to be the kind of person who hasn't heard from me for two years and suddenly returns, right?

As long as you don't tell yourself, who knows your experience?

It can be said that if you can sneak it back, I believe that no one will choose to let Uncle Hat send it back in person.

In that case, the villagers will know about their trip abroad, and the gossip will not stop.

Especially girls, I don't know what they will describe!

Even if what they say is true.

But this issue is not urgent, as I said, now we need to eat a full meal and get a good night's sleep.

Now I don't have to worry about being hunted down, so I let Wu Xin and Huanhuan sit in the car.

Lao Wei opened the trunk and the carriage, and put a cushion, which we people could barely squeeze into.

While he was doing this, Meng Qiangliu and I destroyed the body again, and even smashed the logo of the Land Rover, trying to look like a bad car.

As for why I did this, the main reason is that I don't want to be too outstanding.

In a foreign land, everything should be done with caution.

With that done, we set off.

We didn't go far before we saw the houses and buildings.

Judging by the height and architectural style, it should be a small town.

We also met some locals who were pushing goods to the town, and judging by their means of transportation, the material level here was not very developed.

It seems to be similar to the situation in the countryside in the nineties.

Occasionally, you can meet one or two vendors with tricycles, and this means of transportation is considered high-end.

Like our big Land Rover, it is particularly conspicuous.

Fortunately, our team body has been damaged to a certain extent, otherwise, this kind of million-dollar luxury car driving into the bazaar may not attract much attention!

The history of Myanmar is somewhat knowledgeable and tells us that in the last century, Myanmar was one of the richest countries in all of Asia.

However, with the departure of British colonization, Myanmar's economy plummeted, and now, it is basically the poorest country in Asia.

Except for a few big cities such as the former capital Yangon, many places are poor and backward, and even food and clothing are problems.

He even told us about the history of the Mon State, saying that the Mon State was occupied by our Huaxia many years ago, and these Chinese people established their own dynasty and established the Meng Dynasty, which was very powerful at that time.

However, the local Burmese people in Mon State are tenacious and have been fighting with the Mon for ownership of the land.

I don't know where Lao Wei knew about this strange knowledge, but it sounds quite interesting.

Under Lao Wei's explanation, we also officially drove into the town.

It's still early, the sun is just outcropping, but the market is already lively.

It's buzzing and smoky.

The fireworks are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals, and seeing such a lively scene, our nervous nerves of fleeing can be regarded as relieved.

The streets are not wide, and they are all crowded with small traders and vendors.

Although the building is not eye-catching, there are so many people! And the streets are also very long.

Seeing that the car was driving very slowly, I beckoned Liu Mengqiang to get out of the car.

Sister Feng had to follow me when she saw this, and she carried my arm as soon as she got out of the car.

I ignored her, walked up to a cake stall and asked in Mandarin how it was sold.

The stall owner was a dark, thin middle-aged man, about forty years old.

Of course, I'm just estimating, but the locals are generally older, so don't be surprised if he says he's just turned 20.

Hearing me speak, he was visibly stunned for a moment, and then said two words in Burmese.

Roughly it means: What do you say?

I also communicated to him in Burmese: how is this sold?

He said, "Two hundred and one."

He was talking about kyats, which is about 25 kyats for one RMB.

Such a large piece of cake is less than a dollar, which can be described as quite cheap.

But when I took out the money, the stall owner laughed and said he wouldn't take it.

Some people say that the RMB is the second most common currency in Myanmar, but this is not very accurate.

In northern Myanmar, RMB is the veritable first common currency, and almost all shops have Chinese characters in their names.

And the Chinese characters are particularly eye-catching.

However, there is a premise that there are many Chinese people living in these places.

In a place like this that Chinese people almost don't come to, you really can't spend it when you take out RMB!

However, we are not discouraged, as long as there are people, RMB will definitely be able to spend.

We continued to walk inside, and after encountering several vendors in a row, we finally came across a vendor who could speak Mandarin.

This guy sells some household items like flashlights, lighters and the like.

Through conversation, I learned that this guy turned out to be a Chinese, from his hometown of Yunnan, but his wife was from Meng Bang.

We don't know what kind of transnational love story this is, but we know that he has lived here for more than ten years.

He also has a nice and refreshing name, he says his name is Huangguoshu.

What a name!

It can not only quench thirst and ward off hunger, but also arouse the desire of smokers.

The scene of the villagers seeing the two tears in their eyes did not happen to us.

Lao Huang asked us what we were doing in Mengbang, and I naturally wouldn't tell him the truth, I only said that we were here for tourism.

From Lao Huang's slippery eyes, I read his inner subtext: I don't believe it.

However, he didn't ask much, only said that there was anything he needed help with.

There are many places where I need help, such as where to have a hotel, where to go to Chanbang from the safest place recently, etc.

However, I have always kept in mind the survival rule of 'a fellow villager sees a fellow countryman shoot in the back', and I dare not reveal too much until I know Lao Huang's temperament.

I just talked about the current minor problem and wanted to exchange a little kyats with him.

After listening to my appeal, Lao Huang asked me with a smile: Why don't you exchange the Myanmar currency in advance when you come here to travel?

I replied lightly: It's gone.

Lao Huang nodded, and said that for the sake of all Chinese people, you can help me change a little.

After the two hundred dollars, he told me that he could help if I could exchange more.

Also asked how much money I have.

How much?

Saying it scares him to death!

This time we came out with at least hundreds of thousands of cash.

Naturally, I won't talk to him about this, and my wealth will not be exposed!

However, at this time, we do need a little kyat, whether it is food, housing, gas, or shopping.

Then, I told him that if there was a way, he would help us exchange it for 10,000 yuan!

Is 10,000 dollars more?

In the park, two meals and a song can be spent.

But in this small impoverished place, it's really a lot of money.

It was my words that made me meet the first time in my life. Rob.