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    Breakfast was the leftovers from last night. He ate them as soon as they were warmed up. Zhang Xiao could taste a faint smell when he ate them. It was such a hot place and there was no refrigerator. It would be strange for the food not to smell after being left overnight. However,  The elderly family did not feel normal, they ate very happily, and there was no abnormality on their faces. Zhang Xiao was embarrassed to leave the bowl and chopsticks alone, so he ate a little symbolically and told him that he was full.

    Hanbao returned home in the afternoon, and two armed men in camouflage uniforms came back with him. They were carrying Chinese-made AK-made Type 56 automatic rifles on their backs. They greeted the old man affectionately, and then the two of them started to stare at him.  Got Zhang Xiao.

    "Well, this young man from China wants to visit your army. He said he wants to write a book about our area. What will the higher-ups decide? Should we take him in?" These two people should know the old man.  And it's still relatively familiar.

    "The general agreed to take them in, but they must be searched first. Cell phones and cameras are not allowed. The general does not want to leak personal information." The soldier named Wuma looked at Zhang Xiao and Zhang Xiao as he pointed out.

    Zhang Xiao could not understand what he meant. He hurriedly took out his big backpack from the house, poured out all the snacks in the backpack, gave them to the two children, and then spread his hands to indicate that they could search him.

    Zhang Xiao was very knowledgeable, and the two armed men were very satisfied. After searching Zhang Xiao and the two, they asked them to put the car here, and then followed them towards the jungle.

    Zhang Xiao had no objection to the vehicle being placed here, but Zhang Qiang was a little reluctant to part with it. After all, the vehicle belonged to him from now on, so Zhang Qiang apologized.  Then we drove the car under a big tree, which could protect us from the sun and rain.

    "Wuma, please take more care of Mr. Zhang over there and don't let him get hurt." When a few people were about to leave, the old man specifically warned Zhang Xiao that he had a good impression.  Zhang Xiao's current temperament, as long as he doesn't go too far.  Basically, killing all ages can be compared to mass lovers.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, old man, you are a martyr parent, and we will remember your words.¡± The organization of the Kachin armed forces is a bit like the former Chinese Red Army.  The way he usually communicates with the people is similar to that of the Red Army back then, and he is very good at winning people's hearts.

    ?Some people may ask why it¡¯s so good.  Why are poppies still grown?  In fact, it's very simple. If they don't grow poppies, where will they get the money and how can they maintain their armed forces?

    The old man sent several people away with emotion, and then asked his niece-in-law to clean up the house where Zhang Xiao and Zhang Xiao slept yesterday. However, after a while, his nephew-in-law hurriedly ran out with two bundles of beautiful knives.

    "Bama, where did the money in your hand come from?"

    "Uncle, I found it on Mr. Zhang's bed. There is also a note here." The woman's other hand held a note with writing on it.

    "What's written on the paper?" The old man hurriedly called in his nephew, the only one who knew how to read.

    "Uncle, fate has brought me to meet each other in a foreign country. I am very grateful to you for your help. It is really difficult for the family nowadays. The child is so old and has not yet studied, which really makes me depressed. I will keep this money and treat it as a child to study in the future.  No matter how hard it is, you can¡¯t hurt the child, and you can¡¯t miss the child¡¯s future.¡± The note was written by Zhang Xiao while Zhang Qiang was free.

    "No more?" the old man asked without hearing anything else.

    "No more." His nephew waved the note.  Give a signal.

    "Good man, Hanba, take your two children to school tomorrow to register. Keep the note. When the children grow up, give it to them later so that they can remember Mr. Zhang's kindness."

    Apart from a change of clothes and some daily necessities, Zhang Xiao and the two were not allowed to bring anything else. They followed Wu Ma and the others into the dense forest. Fortunately, Zhang Xiao was wearing sneakers.  It would be a disaster if it were leather shoes.  Wu and Ma have been walking around in the rainforest for many years, and the speed is quite fast. This is very difficult for Zhang Qiang, a college student. After walking for less than an hour, he is so tired that he sticks out his tongue when he sees Zhang Xiao next to him.  His face was relaxed, and there was not even a trace of sweat on his forehead.  Zhang Qiang was amazed. They were both human beings, but why was the gap so big?

    "Mr. Zhang, I didn't expect you, a writer, to have such good physical strength." Not to mention Zhang Qiang was amazed, even the two Wu and Ma people who were leading the way were also secretly frightened and could only secretly think of monsters, even if they were in the sweltering jungle.  After walking for so long, my body was covered with sweat.

    "My biggest hobby is doing sports, and I also practice Chinese martial arts, which helps me develop my physical strength." Zhang Xiao is afraid that others will suspect him if he doesn't reveal his true identity.

    ¡°Is Chinese martial arts like what¡¯s shown in Bruce Lee¡¯s movies?¡± Zhang Qiang asked hurriedly without translating for Wu and Ma.

    "No, I practice Tai Chi. Bruce Lee practiced Jeet Kune Do from Wing Chun. It's completely different."? Different martial arts schools.  Zhang Xiao did not talk too much about this topic with Zhang Qiang, but walked up and started asking Wuma, "Mr. Wuma, how long will it take to get to your headquarters?"  "

    "There are still a few hours until we arrive. Let's take a break and drink some water first."

    A few people found an open space and sat down on the ground. Zhang Xiao hurriedly took out the Chinese cigarettes from his bag and offered small favors. Zhang Xiao's understanding of the eyes made him and Wu Ma closer.

    "Mr. Zhang, why do you want to write a book like this? It seems that you are not short of money." Wuma asked.

    Well, Zhang Xiao is about to start his deception again, "When I was a child, my family had a neighbor, and we usually got along relatively harmoniously. He had a child about the same age as me, and his family life had always been very happy, but one day suddenly,  I found that the quarrels among the neighbors began to increase, and even developed into fights. The children often did not dare to go home, so they hid in our house. When my parents asked him, he did not dare to say anything, until his father because  After he was executed for robbery and murder, everyone knew the truth. It turned out that the child¡¯s father was attracted by others and started taking drugs. After the family¡¯s money was exhausted, he had no choice but to go out and rob, leading to a point of no return. This incident had a profound impact on me.  It touched me so much that it inspired me to write a book about drugs." Zhang Xiao said vividly, as if it really happened.

    "Where is that child? Mr. Zhang?" Zhang Qiang was obviously still immersed in the story compiled by Zhang Xiao.

    "He remarried with his mother." Zhang Xiao's eloquence was really wasted if he didn't become an editor. With a vivid explanation, everyone in Wu Ma obviously believed what he said.

    "Mr. Zhang's visit this time is mainly to pay attention to the lives of poison farmers, right?" Wu Ma asked thoughtfully.

    "In the Golden Triangle area, is there a difference between caring about the poor and caring about the drug addicts?" They are both sensible people. Zhang Xiao did not mean to hide it, and spoke frankly what he was thinking.  Zhang Qiang next to him was so frightened that he wanted to die. If this was the case, the two of them felt unhappy after hearing this. They sent two bullets to them suddenly, leaving no place to redress their grievances.

    "Mr. Zhang seems to have a big prejudice against us, but I think Mr. Zhang misunderstood us. Although we grow drugs, we don't smoke them ourselves. If anyone is found stealing drugs, they will be beaten to death in the street." Wu Ma Liang  People are not angry. Why are they afraid of what others say when they can do what they do?

    "You don't smoke it yourself, but you sell it to others, and most of them are sold to my country. Do you know how many families have been harmed by this, and how many families have been ruined?" Zhang Xiao became angrier as he spoke, and it became a bit ferocious at the end.  .

    "Mr. Zhang, are you planning to hold us accountable? If you have this attitude, then we won't dare to take you back to the base." Being questioned repeatedly by Zhang Xiao made Wu and Ma feel very embarrassed.

    "I'm sorry, I'm in trouble. If there's no business, there's no killing. You can't be entirely blamed for the responsibility." Zhang Xiao came here to find drugs, not accountability. Seeing Wu Ma and the other two were unhappy and hurriedly stopped.  When I got out of the car, I saw that several people had almost finished smoking, so I took out a few packs of cigarettes from my backpack and threw them over to calm them down.

    The Golden Triangle region is the largest producer of ya flakes and heroin-like drugs in the world, with a planting area of ??more than 1 million acres and an annual output of more than 2,000 tons of ya flakes.

    The amount of heroin is about 200 tons.  A relatively accepted statement is that the Golden Triangle is the source of supply for 20% of the world's ya tablets, and the heroin trafficked through the Golden Triangle area every year accounts for 60%-70% of the world's total, and the annual production capacity of heroin in the region  It can meet the global consumption of heroin for two years.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As the two men of Wu and Ma went deeper into the jungle, the trees became thinner and thinner, and patches of clearings began to appear, and except for the necessary rations, the rest of the clearings were filled with poppies.  The records in the book did not reflect the reality and shock of seeing it with his own eyes. Looking at the large tracts of poppies in front of him, Zhang Xiao fell into deep shock.

    It has entered June, and the poppies have passed the flowering stage and entered the fruit-bearing stage. The fruits are the size of a baby's fist, and some of the petals have not yet fallen off. The red, yellow, blue and green flowers are extremely beautiful even if they are about to wither.  No wonder some people say that 'Paradise Flower' is the most beautiful flower in the world.  But behind beautiful things, there are often sins hidden.

    In the fields, farmers were busy with farm tools. Some were weeding and others spraying pesticides. In the distance, armed men wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying long guns were patrolling. When they saw Zhang Xiao and the others, they immediately  A group of people ran over, led by two large hunting dogs.

    "Woof woof woof woof" The hunting dog ran towards this side aggressively, barking wildly. When Zhang Qiang saw it, he unconsciously moved a few steps back. If the situation was not right, he would be the first to slip away.

    Just when the hunting dogs were about to arrive and Zhang Xiao was about to take action, ""Huh" A loud whistle came from behind, and the two big hunting dogs stopped rushing forward, barked at several people, and ran back with their tails between their legs.

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