The sunset is still shining, and the twilight is beginning to grow blank. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAn off-road vehicle crushed the half-human-high weeds and slowly drove to the ancient ferry port by the river.

"Zhang Shao, this is the Devil's Mountain Ferry on the Han River in Emmeri!" Huo Jing stopped the car, pulled on the handbrake, and turned back to Zhang Quyi, who was sitting in the back seat, and said respectfully.

Zhang nodded for a while, rolled up the map in his hand, pushed the door and got out of the car.

The ferry in front of me was very dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and there was no place to put your feet at all, and it was evident that it had been abandoned for a long time, and even the stone ferry by the river had collapsed.

Huo Jing got out of the car, pointed to the river upstream of the ferry, and said: "I heard that there used to be a stone bridge here, but it was blown up for some reason." ”

Zhang Quyi followed what he was looking for, and sure enough, he saw that on the surface of the river, there were two dilapidated bridge piers about half a meter high above the water, and the exposed steel bars had been completely corroded, leaving only yellowing mottled traces.

"Zhang Shao, it's getting late now, why don't you go back to the village in the back for the night, and then find a way to cross the river tomorrow?" Huo Jing proposed.

The purpose of coming out this time was to find the hidden treasure of the 33rd Division of the Japanese Army, Zhang Quyi originally planned to travel alone, but considering that he was not familiar with the local roads, he finally decided to take Huojing, a half of the local pass.

It is said that the two have been visiting according to the map provided by Liu Xijun for several days, and today they finally got a useful message from the nearby residents.

According to the description of the local aboriginal resident, he had heard from the older generation that about sixty or seventy years ago, a large convoy passed through his village in the direction of the Devil's Mountain Ferry, and someone picked up pieces of gold bricks behind the convoy......

Zhang Qu glanced at the sunset that was about to fall to the top of the mountain, and was about to agree to Huo Jing's proposal, but suddenly saw a small fishing boat going down the river, so he said: "Old Huo, you say hello and see if the boatman can take us across the river!"

Huo Jing nodded, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted in Burmese: "Hey, fellow on the boat, can you take us across the river?" and then repeated it in Chinese.

The Burmese are the largest ethnic group in Burma, so Burmese is the lingua franca of the country, and of course, the Chinese language is more widely spoken in northern Myanmar.

As soon as Huo Jing finished shouting, the small fishing boat really turned around and rowed over, but it stopped a few meters from the shore. An old fisherman wearing a bamboo hat with a wrinkled face stood on the bow of the boat with a penny in his hand, looking at Zhang Quyi and Huo Jing vigilantly.

"Do you want to cross the river?" the old fisherman asked suspiciously, but in Chinese Chinese.

Zhang Quyi smiled and said, "Yes, can you trouble the old man to send us over!"

The old fisherman glanced at the off-road vehicle behind the two of them, and said lightly: "Don't give it away in vain, you have to collect money!"

Zhang nodded and said, "Okay, you can say how much you want!"

"1,000 Chinese coins, no kyats!"

Due to the ongoing war in northern Myanmar, the lack of value in the official currency issued by the government, and the reluctance of local warlords to be subject to the central government, people here prefer to trade in Chinese currency.

Huo Jing couldn't help but said angrily: "Old thing, it costs a thousand yuan to cross the river, why don't you grab it?"

"At this price, do you like to sit or not!" the old fisherman picked up the penny and was about to leave.

A look of doubt flashed in Zhang Qu's eyes, although the old fisherman opened his mouth, his eyes and expression did not have the slightest greed, and as soon as Huo Jing spoke, he immediately pulled out the penny and left, without the slightest pretentiousness, as if the price of a thousand yuan was just to make the other party refuse.

"Wait, old man, my companion is a little angry, don't worry, so be it, a thousand yuan is a thousand yuan. "Zhang went to a piece.

The old fisherman was stunned for a moment, and said with a strange look in his eyes: "You also sit for a thousand yuan?"

"Sit!" Zhang Quyi said affirmatively.

The old fisherman shook his head, muttered something in a low voice, propped the boat to the shore, and said lightly: "Pay the money first and then get on the boat!"

If it was in the past, Huo Jing might have rolled up his sleeves to clean up this old goods, but since Zhang Quyi agreed to give money, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and took out a thousand yuan and threw it into the hands of the old fishermen.

The two got into the small fishing boat, and the old fisherman took a little bamboo pole, and the fishing boat broke away from the shore and shook towards the opposite side.

"Hey, wealth is moving, there are a lot of people in this world who don't want to die for money. ”

The old fisherman sang to himself while paddling his oars: "The gold is empty, the silver is empty, how can he be in his hands after death, the wife is empty, the children are empty, and the road to Huangquan will not meet; the power is empty, the name is empty, and the wilderness is a letter in the blink of an eye!"

Zhang Quyi's eyes flashed, and he said quietly: "Uncle sings a good song!"

The old fisherman said lightly: "Although Qu'er is good, he can't call back the vain ghost who has been blinded by lard!"

Zhang Quyi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Uncle is talking about us?"

The old fisherman snorted coldly: "Aren't you two here to hunt for treasure?"

"Treasure hunting, why did the old man say that?"

The old fisherman showed a trace of disdain in his eyes, and said lightly: "You are also pretending, uncle, I have been fishing on this river for decades, and I have met not a hundred or ninety-nine people who come here to hunt for treasures." A person like you, who drives a car and wants to cross the river when it gets dark, and is willing to pay even a thousand yuan in transition fees, is not a treasure hunter with a heart blinded by lard, what else can it be?"

Zhang Quyi was unimpressed by the old fisherman's sarcasm, and said with a smile: "Hey, so there is really a treasure in the Devil's Mountain?"

The old fisherman snorted coldly and said, "There is no treasure, and there is a devil who is deadly." Young man, uncle, I also see that you are so good at talking, I advise you, it's still too late to turn around and go back, and I will return a thousand yuan to you. What are you doing at a young age, why do you have to have such a dream of getting rich overnight!"

Zhang Quyi's heart moved, it seemed that the old fisherman had a good heart, and quipped: "Uncle, you are not afraid that we will get the treasure, so you will scare us, right?"

The old fisherman was so angry that his beard shook a few times, and he said coldly: "Fart, even if you find gold and silver mountains, I am not rare, I am not afraid to tell you kid, in the past few decades, no one who has gone into the devil's mountain to hunt for treasure has come out alive."

Just two years ago, there was a self-proclaimed donkey...... That team, a total of 12 people, said that they were going to Devil's Mountain for an expedition and hike, but they took my boat across the river, and none of them came back. If you don't believe it, I'll be an old man, I didn't say it!"

The old fisherman was also stubborn, and no matter how Zhang Quyi accosted him, he didn't say a word more, and when he reached the other side, he drove the person off the boat, and then left without looking back.

"Ouch, this stubborn old man is quite bullish!" Huo Jing said unhappily.

Zhang went and smiled: "Forget it, the old man is also out of kindness, let's go!"

The two of them walked in the direction of the Devil's Mountain shrouded in the shadows.