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606.Chapter 606 Mojia Natural Village


I was a little touched.

Although I only met them for half a day, the open-mindedness and easy-going nature they exuded made me very fond of them.

But what on earth did they commit?

Chi Hai actually asked me to be an undercover agent among them.

And it seems that there are big loopholes among them.

Not only do they not know me, I also found that several of them don't know each other either.

Although they didn't know each other, they seemed to be brothers and sisters.

They got to know each other quickly and had a good relationship.

During the escape, we changed cars twice, and the cars were all prepared in advance.

There would be notes left on the car telling us where to go and where the car would be at the next stop.

The supplies in the car are all ready, including money, food, water, and some daily necessities.

What was strange to me was that after we walked all night, the news about someone escaping from prison in Dongcheng City was not broadcast, because the radio in the car was always on, even after changing the channels many times.

Just when everyone started to get suspicious, around noon the next day, they finally heard the news of the jailbreak on the radio.

What they got was that a total of fourteen people had been taken out, but eight of them had been caught, and there were Six people are on the run and our photos were posted in the hope that someone would report us if they saw us.

I don't know if this is a deliberate arrangement by Chi Hai and others, because among those who ran out, including Scar Man and others, we were the only ones who ran out.

Moreover, the news was seriously delayed.

Logically speaking, the news should have been broadcast at eight o'clock in the morning, but it was not broadcast until noon.

This was probably a deliberate delay of four hours to allow us to rush on our way as much as possible.

"This group of people are really idiots.

They have only just released the news now.

We crossed from Fujian to Jiangxi and are about to arrive in Hunan.

We will soon reach Yunnan."

The leader said to us with a smile.

"Brother, I will drive it later.

You have been driving it for a long time."

One of them said.

"Okay, I'll find a private place for you later."

Only then did I know that the final destination was Yunnan.

I was confused, how could I go so far, and what should I do where I was going?

I didn't move much, I just stayed in the car and didn't talk much.

Every time they asked me, I only answered twice.

After a long time, I also gave them the illusion that I was very introverted and didn't love I don't talk much, so they don't ask me much.

The next day or so went very smoothly.

We took a remote road, probably a provincial road or a county road.

For the sake of safety, we stayed a long way away.

After entering the territory of Yunnan, these people were extremely excited.

Even I pretended to be very excited.

It should be the same excitement after returning home.

Finally we arrived at a small town in Tengchong, but we didn’t stop and drove straight to the suburbs.

The speed was extremely fast.

I felt that these people were so excited that even the car was excited.

Afterwards, we stopped in a small mountain village.

As soon as we got off the car, the leader yelled at the village: "I'm back."

"We are back."

The other four people also got out of the car, with tears in their eyes.

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I quickly got out of the car, but I didn’t dare to shout, but I was infected by their emotions, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Many people looked over and gathered around.

One of them said, "Lao Qi and the others are back."

The leader of the "Four Uncles" followed an old man to say hello.

"Where have you been all year?"

asked the fourth uncle.

"Go back to the village and talk."

Then we followed them back to the village, where many people came.

The name of the village is written on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village, Mojia Natural Village.

"Village chief, the seventh man is back."

The fourth uncle led us towards the village headquarters.

Then an old man came over quickly, looked at the leader intently and said, "Old Seven, you are finally back.

Where have you been for more than a year?"

Lao Qi's eyes were also full of tears.

After sitting down, the fourth uncle made Pu'er tea, and the fragrance filled the air.

Lao Qi said: "We took some samples and went south to find customers.

Who knew we were caught?

We were locked up, and if someone hadn’t rescued us this time, we wouldn’t have been able to get out.”

"He's been arrested."

The villager's eyes were a little cloudy and his lips were trembling as he said, "This is not a way to survive."

"Have everyone else gone to the mine?"

Lao Qi continued to ask.

"Well, they have all gone to the mines."

The village chief sighed and said, "There are less stones now, and there are even fewer good stones, and many roads have been blocked.

By the way, these few" "Grandpa, I'm from Bazaar Village," one of them said.

"I'm from Miaoli Village."

"I belong to Songji."

Several other people reported their identities, and the village chief nodded.

Then everyone else looked at me, and my heart was pounding.

The village chief looked at me and asked, "What about you?"

I greeted Chi Hai a hundred times in my heart, and said, "I am an orphan."

“Which village are you from?”

I couldn't tell right away, and I was afraid of revealing my secret, so I said, "I don't belong to any village."

"Yeah."

Everyone looked at me in surprise, and I quickly said, "My parents died while working in the mines.

After that, I had no one to take care of me, and I had no home."

The village chief called me over, then pulled my collar open, and then took a look, only to hear Lao Qi say: "There are marks, and the god walks very skillfully."

The village chief nodded, but from the look in his eyes, he didn't quite believe me.

"Beyond the mountains, there is a green mountain building and a building outside the building."

The village chief said inadvertently.

My heart suddenly pounded.

Should I be right?

Or should I pretend to be stupid?

I suddenly remembered that Yue Lan and I had obtained a lottery ticket at the Guanyin Temple.

Yu Hongze had calculated the contents of the lottery ticket.

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He didn’t know what it was exactly.

At this moment, the old man doubted me.

If this sentence suddenly came out, could it be this poem?

"There is someone deep in the white clouds."

I whispered, my voice was so low that only I could hear it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the glare appeared, the people next to him showed joy and opened their eyes.

"The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep."

The village chief asked again.

"A lonely city in Wanren Mountain."

I continued to answer in a low voice.

Now everyone was happy, and the village chief was no longer so suspicious and said: "My child, who taught you this poem?"

"My parents, when I was young, they asked me to carry it on my back.

I asked them why it was like this, but they didn't tell me.

They only told me that I must remember it."

I whispered again.

"Well, don't ask why, just remember it and don't tell others."

The village chief explained.

"I know."

I nodded.

"By the way, why were you arrested?"

Lao Qi also asked.

I thought for a while and said, "I was caught while mining."

The others nodded, and the village chief sighed: "Recently, the government has tightened the grip, not only on our side, but also on the Burmese side.

A mine was discovered not long ago.

Our people discovered it first.

When armed men came to rob it, a conflict broke out and many people died on both sides, but you also know how ferocious the Burmese people are.”

"These bastards didn't dare to call the police just because they saw that we were poaching for private purposes.

If our government intervened, they wouldn't dare to rob it either."

Lao Qi said angrily.

"Yes, we called the police.

It's just a waste.

What else can we eat?"

The village chief sighed and said, "We know how to work hard, but in the face of the Burmese guns, we still suffer."

The more I listen, the more something is wrong.

What kind of mine they are talking about has something to do with the Burmese people.

Could it be a jade mine, rough stone: