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While Si Si and Hua Zheng were meditating for twelve days, Liu Yu took a break from his busy schedule and went to the Golden Triangle. Li Xiangbei was saying, "You're at your wit's end."
Liu Yu came to Qing Mei Village as a backpacker.
As soon as he entered the Golden Triangle, Liu Yu knew that this was a breeding ground, and a breeding ground that was being used to breed animals.
The Siamese were very talented. They used the tactic of drawing a circle to define the living area of everyone here, and no one was allowed to cross it. It was not easy to do this. For example, if a group of dogs drew a circle around a wolf and stipulated that it could only live within this area, they would definitely be laughed at by the wolf. However, if the wolf was turned into a dog, it would be much easier.
In order to turn the wolf into a dog, the international community had racked their brains.
First, they were not allowed to plant poppies. Then, they agreed to all conditions and raised them. When the ferocity was almost worn down, they wanted them to fend for themselves in this harsh environment. This was the legendary "enlistment of a group, lure and kill a group, fight a group to death, and finally starve a group to death." Those who could survive were the most obedient people. They were people who would never dare to go left.
It was indeed a little difficult for such a group of people to restrain their vigor. It was no wonder that Li Xiangbei was unable to do it. What was easy was extremely difficult to do. In the past six months, less than five hundred people agreed to follow Li Xiangbei, and only three people agreed to kill. The reason was that Li Xiangbei did not dare to kill people himself.
Li Xiangbei's behavior made Li Jiaguo lie in the hut for three days. When he walked out, he looked ten years older. He staggered and could not speak properly.
After a few days of wandering, Liu Yu knew that more than fifty years ago, at the end of the People's Liberation War of China, a part of the Nationalist Party army retreated from Yunnan to the border of Myanmar. They were displaced and settled here, trapped in the mountains and dense forests. Another part was the remnants of the expeditionary army and their families who retreated here when the mainland of China was liberated. The current residents were all made up of their descendants. They were all native Chinese, and their lives retained a strong Chinese flavor. The local schools taught in Mandarin, and the residents also conversed in Mandarin. The residents mainly cultivated tea, and there were tea gardens everywhere. There were also several tea manufacturing factories, which were quite large scale.
The winding, narrow mountain road brought the tourists here. Here, from the old and healthy people who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, from the old black-and-white photos hanging on the walls of the Fengya Pavilion restaurant, from the old general's cemetery built by the descendants of the old general's descendants, and from the books sold in the small shops in the village, there was no place that did not tell people about the past. The dusty days seemed to still be retained in their memories and had not been forgotten.
They liked to talk about their past. The bitterness, hardships, blood, and tears of the past had become the pillars that supported their lives today, encouraging them to live an ordinary but tenacious life. Although they were confined to this place, they used their own hardworking hands to develop and build a beautiful new home. An endless stream of tourists came and went. From the tourists, they learned about the world and let the world know about them.
Liu Yu didn't like them. He especially didn't like the way they chattered endlessly to people all day long. They talked about the injustice of the world and the hardships of the past. The only reason they talked was so that people would extend a hand of compassion out of sympathy. Kind people, please give me some food! Thinking about the generals of the 93rd division, if they knew after death that their descendants were living such a talented life, they probably would not be able to sleep.
One of their favorite sayings is: We have nowhere to go. Because they did not have a nationality and were confined to this small place, many people were very depressed and blamed the heavens and others. Liu Yu really felt that this was a group of typical Nationalist Party soldiers, and their thinking was exactly the same as their leader. Old Jiang was in Taiwan and lived a good life. He only knew about Taipei and did not know about the Yangtze River. The only difference was that Old Jiang had a registered permanent residence and a nationality.
In fact, the world was so big, where could he not go? As a citizen of Gu Yi City, didn't he come here today? No one knew who the Zhongnan Peninsula belonged to in the past, but in the future, it would definitely belong to the people of Gu Yi City for a period of time. Now, the number of ancient people in Xin Ming Country was not as many as the number of people in Qing Mei Village. The reason why one ascended to heaven and the other descended to earth had such a result. In the end, it was because people lived differently.
Li Jiaguo received Liu Yu in his own house.
Liu Yu looked at Li Jiaguo's expression and said with a smile. In the past, he had heard the saying of hating iron for failing to live up to expectations. This time, after walking and observing along the way, he finally understood the reality of hating iron for failing to live up to expectations. He also understood that most of the people here were already satisfied with their current lives. They would not take risks because it was not easy to have today's life. Although it was still not enough compared to normal Siamese people, it was already a great improvement compared to 50 years ago.
This was the goal of the international community in captivity, and they had achieved it!
Li Jiaguo lowered his head and did not speak. After a long time, he raised his head and said to Liu Yu, "Is there any other way? Tell me, even if I die, I will do it. I am not willing to be boiled to death by the international community like a frog in warm water!"
Liu Yu drank a cup of Alpine Tieguanyin and said, "Since last year, when my family allowed me to drink, I have not drunk a cup of tea. Today, I drank a sip and felt that the tea was actually not bad. However, I prefer to drink. Mr. Li, do you have a good tavern here? If you do, accompany me for a drink. I am not afraid of death, but I am not afraid to drink a cup of wine! "
When Li Jiaguo heard Liu Yu's words, he shook his old body and took the lead to walk out of the room. He said, "How can I let a brat like you watch over me? Come, let's drink. I will treat you to our delicious old wine."
On the right side of the road, there was a dilapidated tavern. It was different from the other taverns that were decorated in a Western style. This was a typical Chinese tavern. It had a low facade with a wine flag hanging on it. The wooden door of the tavern was thick and loose. Inside, there were a few oily wooden tables that were sturdy and heavy. There were no chairs, only hammocks made of coarse hemp beside the wooden tables. It was very comfortable to sit on them, and they could lie down on them if they wanted to.
The tavern owner's face was oily black, and even his wrinkles were composed of black coal and oil fumes. He was bald and fat, and his arms were bare. A pair of large shorts hung on his hip bones, and his lower abdomen was covered with dense black hair. Liu Yu laughed when he saw this. This fellow, all the hair on his head was hanging down here!
"Old fart, what do you want to eat?" The tavern owner was not polite to Li Jiaguo. "This time I won't put you on credit. You have to pay in cash."
"Stop being so long-winded. When did I owe you anything?" Li Jiaguo said.
"Pick something good. This young master loves to eat meat. Don't get me some fake-looking vegetarian chicken or duck to torment my stomach." After Liu Yu finished speaking, he slapped a thousand yuan on the table and said, "Can this thing be used? If not, I will exchange it for something else. "
"It can be used, it can be used. This young master, this is hard currency. If anyone dares to say that this thing can't be used, over a billion people will piss and flush you into the Mekong River." The tavern owner's face turned as if he was flipping through a book when he saw the money.
A local stone turtle weighed two kilograms, and a chicken that weighed one kilogram was slaughtered in front of him and stewed in a pot.
A kilogram of braised meat was cut and a jar of aged wine was sent over.
Liu Yu tasted a mouthful and cried out, "This thing is completely alcohol. It has nothing to do with wine."
"What do you mean it has nothing to do with wine? This is the father of wine." The tavern owner chuckled. He guessed that many people would fall for his trick.
Liu Yu took out two bottles of Maotai from his bag and handed them to Li Jiaguo. He said, "This was originally brought for you. Do you want to drink it here or keep it for yourself?"
"Maotai!" Li Jiaguo was happy. "Good stuff. I haven't drunk it in years. Bring it back and drink it slowly."
"No!" The tavern owner was unhappy. "This meal is on me and the wine is on you."
"Forget it!" Li Jiaguo said, "How much is your meal worth? How much is my wine worth? You can calculate it yourself!"
The tavern owner did some calculations and found that it was indeed not the same price. Since his first plan had failed, he came up with another one. He said, "Let's cancel all the previous bills you have with me. Is that okay?"
Li Jiaguo pretended to be very unwilling and nodded. The tavern owner laughed loudly and rushed out of the tavern in two steps. He pulled down the wine flag. Today, the owner was celebrating and would not be receiving any guests.
Stir-fried peanuts, braised pig mouth, dried rat meat, and stir-fried twice cooked pork. Then, he opened two bottles of Maotai and drank while waiting for the Stone Turtle Chicken to come out.
After three rounds of wine, Li Jiaguo was a bit drunk and brought up the old topic. Liu Yu was originally worried that the tavern owner would talk too much and say too much. In the end, Li Jiaguo's words made Liu Yu feel completely at ease. This fellow was a descendant of the 93rd division. His father was the commander of the 3rd division. In the late eighties, he also killed people without hesitation. Now, he only knew how to kill chickens!
The problem was that no one killed chickens! The tavern owner was also drunk and gutsy. After a few drinks, his tongue became rough and his words were loud.
You alone, how many can you kill in one night? The kind that lie in bed and wait for you to kill?
A hundred shouldn't be a problem. You can kill but not bury. You can't bury because digging holes is tiring.
A thousand people like you would be enough! Xiao Yu said.
I'll give you two thousand. The tavern owner patted his chest and stroked the long hair below his navel.
Li Jiaguo smiled and said to Xiao Yu, "This fat pig's surname is Tu. Tu as in slaughterhouse, his name is Tu Sheng. Other than killing, he only knows how to kill."
"Hehehehe, this hobby has a bright future!" Xiao Yu laughed. After eating and drinking to their heart's content, they returned to Longshan City.
The butcher Tu Sheng quickly gathered an army of a thousand people. They were all people who dared to kill.
Luo Luo sent a platoon of soldiers to lead Tu Sheng and his 1,000 soldiers, known as the Slaughterer Squad. On the night of the 1st of September, they slaughtered a regiment of 1,200 soldiers from the Siamese garrison in Chiang Rai. The reason was simple. The garrison had raped a beautiful widow, and most importantly, they did not pay her.
The next day, Tu Sheng and his Slaughter Squad robbed 21 Stoats stores, 3 Grain and Oil Markets, and more than a hundred tricycles.
The entire Chiang Mai garrison attacked. Tu Sheng and his squad set up their base at the Golden Triangle River. It was unknown whether the area belonged to Siam or Shin Myung Province. The Chiang Mai garrison didn't dare to attack. If they caused trouble for Shin Myung Province, the losses would outweigh the gains.
Thus, the 3rd Military Region (Northern Region)'s 4th Infantry Division surrounded Tu Sheng and his squad at the estuary.
Tu Sheng and his squad didn't care about being surrounded. They caught a few hundred pounds of fish in the river and drank heartily for dinner. After dinner, someone started to sing. "In the faraway Indochina Peninsula, there are a few small villages. A group of Chinese lives there. The Chinese children who are stranded in other people's land have a hard time, suffering the torment of war …"
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