Song Saiyu and Wang Zhaohui came to the brick city, only to see that above the city gate, "Mengmao" was written in the middle. Song Saiyu muttered: "The ancient city of Mengmao, that is, the ancient city of Pinglu, is the place where the Dai people lived in western Yunnan in ancient times. I didn't expect us to come here! ”

Pedestrians come and go. Many businessmen pulled camel carts, but seeing that they were carrying bags on their backs, Song Saiyu said: "The ancient city of Mengmao, as an important road of the Southwest Silk Road, the people who pass through here are all different. Although this is an area where the Dai people live. But businessmen from other countries come here. ”

When I entered the city, I saw that it was very lively. Some people performed the peacock dance, and everyone applauded, but when they saw the dancer, they were lively and graceful, and they were quite popular with the audience. The small western-style building with the fusion of Han Dai style is unique and scattered. The Burmese Dai girl's tube skirt is elegant and beautiful, pleasing to the eye. Burmese-style snacks such as dumping poop, paoruda, milk tea, etc., are full of praise.

Song Saiyu secretly thought: The small border town records the prosperity of the Dai civilization, and also prints the vicissitudes of the past in the borderland. These residents are simple and charitable by nature. Continued splendor and civilization.

Wang Zhaohui ran to a stall, looked at a lot of delicious snacks on it, and made a noise, asking Song Saiyu to buy it for him, he said: "Sister, buy some dry food, we can eat it on the way." I think that's all good! Let's buy more. That way you won't be hungry! Song Saiyu knocked on Wang Zhaohui's head and said, "Boy, do you want to eat?" We prepared the dry food, so that you can eat it alone! ”

He smirked and said, "Buy it, buy it, let's eat it together!" My good sister! Song Saiyu saw that this little boy had become coquettish at the moment, like a girl, so she couldn't help but soften, went to buy some food, packed it and took it away.

A carriage, crushing the ground and making a noisy noise, drove over. But on both sides of the carriage, there were two rows of attendants, dressed in official clothes, holding long arrows. The curtain on the car, under the wind, loomed. Through the gap, a man with a clean and elegant face can be seen. The man, dressed uncompromisingly, wore a gray cloth gown.

The man driving the carriage, a bearded man, pulled the reins in his left hand and waved a long whip in his right hand. He glanced inside and said, "Young Master, we're already going to the city!" There was a sentence from inside, "There are many people in the city, you need to drive carefully, don't hurt the elderly and children." You command your followers to walk slowly, and not to stir up dust. So as not to have bad air and difficulty breathing. The voice was crisp and distant, like a morning bell.

Song Saiyu couldn't help but take a few more looks, followed the flow of people, and walked into the ancient city. The streets of the city are all made of blue stone and tiled. The carriage drove up, and the bumps did not break. The buildings are high and low, with the lowest floor and the highest floor more than a dozen floors. On both sides of the street, there are some ruins. Some places are covered with grandeur.

"Sister. Look over there, there's a hotel. Wang Zhaohui pointed and said, "Let's go in and rest." It's been a long way. The soles of my feet are already blistered! "He pretended to ask for slippers. But he immediately stopped and said, "Why don't you take a look, but my sister still don't look at it." My feet haven't been washed in many days. Stinky and dirty! Song Saiyu was angry, slapped his palm, and said, "You kid, see if I don't beat you and cry!" Saying that, he chased after him to fight, how could Wang Zhaohui stand and wait for death, and ran towards the restaurant.