Xingchen was half-pushed and half-dragged back into the house by me, but the anger did not subside for the time being, leaning on the rattan chair, with a cold face and a big face without saying a word.

"Mr. Wang.."

"Mr. Wang. ”

However, the attitude of the ancestor of the Wu family was completely different from before we went out, and the old man who called Wu Sheng directly stretched a few deep wrinkles on his forehead, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and greeted me in non-standard Chinese, obviously his grandson had just revealed my meaning very clearly.

I sat down in a relaxed tone, lit a cigarette and waved my hand: "Three Mr. Wu, let's continue the topic just now, and give me a detailed introduction to the situation of the dry kiln." ”

Wu Sheng tugged on the arm of his grandson Wu Mian, and muttered a lot of dialects, Wu Mian nodded, and asked me with a sincere expression: "Mr. Wang, my grandfather wants to confirm again, will you really not charge us taxes and all kinds of military expenses?"

I spat out a light cigarette and responded: "There is a saying in Huaxia, the old man spits on a pit, since I said it, it must count." ”

"Shhhh Xingchen next to him covered his chest and muttered with a painful look: "Warlord." ”

Wu Mian quickly translated my words to his grandfather, and the faces of the ancestors and grandchildren were instantly full of joy, and then Wu Sheng staggered to his feet, first clasped his hands together and waved at me a few times, muttering a language I didn't understand, and then turned around and ran outside the house, shouting a few times while pulling his throat, feeling like he was calling someone.

I blinked my eyes twice and asked Wu Mian in confusion, "This is..."

"Grandpa said that our whole family raised their hands in favor of Mr. Wang's management of the dry kiln, and he wanted to call some elders in the family together to discuss, and by the way, he was talking to several other families. Wu Mian immediately stood up and translated.

I thought for a moment and asked, "How many surnames are there in Kujiayao?"

"How many family names?" Wu Mian was slightly stunned, and then explained with a smile: "Mr. Wang, our side is not the same as Huaxia, Burmese D people, regardless of gender, old and young, are named and surnameless, for example, my name is "Wu Mian", which is actually an article of honorific title for me by the village people, in Myanmar D, the elderly, superiors or people with a certain status are called "Wu", plus we are very close to Kokang City, in fact, we have been unconsciously sinicized a lot, so everyone gradually calls our family of Kujiayao Wu family. ”

"Is there a name?" I was stunned, and to be honest, it was the first time I had heard such a statement.

Wu Mian responded softly: "Yes, my name is actually called Mian, and my younger brother is called Quan." ”

I sighed and handed each of them a cigarette: "I have gained knowledge, you continue to talk about the situation of the dry kiln." ”

Wu Mian thought for a while and said, "The dry kiln is not big, there are only more than 100 households in total, nearly 300 people."

Half an hour later, through his detailed explanation, I also have a detailed understanding of the dry kiln, the whole dry kiln is a total of more than 300 people, and the elderly people, women and children are the majority, a little younger strong laborers are either working elsewhere, or as mountain soldiers, joining the army.

The whole village mainly depends on planting cotton and sugarcane to live, Ding Wen, who controlled this place before, because of the relationship between the brilliant company in the country, can help everyone find a market, although the tax on dog days is very high, but at least everyone can eat enough, so Ding Wen is still more popular in the dry kiln.

After listening to his words, I laughed and joked: "I thought that all the people on your side rely on growing marijuana." ”