In a hidden place nearby, we each found a branch of a ficus slanted leaf and climbed it to rest.

This oblique leaf ficus is more than 10 meters high, and the rhizome is composed of many arm-thick rattans, and people sit on top of the branches, which are just shaded by the dense green leaves, and we happen to be in a high place, even if any abnormal situation occurs on the ground, we can also find it at the first time. Because of the presence of the Golden Silkworm Gu, we don't have to worry about the poisonous snakes and pythons, or other insects that are most likely to appear in this forest, come when we sleep.

In the same way, it can also serve as a sentinel for us, alerting us to the approach of the enemy at any time.

So, I called the Golden Silkworm Gu out and let it move freely, but it just needed to give us a warning.

The food in this mountain forest is far more numerous times than in the city, and the fat bugs are naturally so happy that they nod desperately in agreement. I also relaxed, hugged the branch of the slanted leaf ficus, waved my hand to the miscellaneous hairy path ten meters away from the opposite side, and fell into a deep sleep - I need at least three hours of adequate sleep, otherwise, even if I try to walk, I will not be able to have good physical strength to deal with a crisis situation that can occur at any time.

I don't know how long the time passed in my sleep, but when I faintly heard the sound of water splashing, my brain was stirred, and I woke up. I opened my eyes and looked through the branches of the trees, but I saw several people by the edge of the pool.

There were four of them, three women and one man, all of whom were wearing the familiar blue-black coarse cloth blouse, a plain pleated skirt tied around the waist, and a blue headscarf around their heads, while the man was wearing a navy blue gown and large trousers with no straight legs. The reason why I am familiar with them is because they are dressed in very strong Miao costumes, especially the way the women tie their headscarves on their heads, which can be seen at a glance.

It's just that in my hometown, there are fewer and fewer people wearing such national costumes, even in the villages in the countryside, only the old people who are old, reluctant to throw away their previous clothes, only occasionally wear them, otherwise they are those who engage in tourism in the folk customs villages, wearing silver costumes for people to watch.

However, these four people in my eyes are the usual clothes of serious life.

This is strange, in the dense forests of the mountains of Myanmar, how can there be so many people wearing Miao family clothes? They were all carrying wooden baskets (a kind of water holding tools), and they used wooden spoons to fill the buckets with water from the pool, and several women were still chattering and laughing, and the man was a little silent, holding the bucket next to him. He was not tall, with a knife wrapped in rags stuck in his waist, black, and looked heavy.

They shouldn't be Master Shanzang's group, but the mountain people in this big mountain, right?

We rushed into the endless mountains, without knowing anything about the situation, should we go up and make contact with them, and then find out? In this way, I can understand some of the situation, and I can get out of this mountain during the day, so as not to get lost. However, if they were unreliable and turned around and sold me and the Miscellaneous Trail to Gen Zenzo's group, it would be a bit inappropriate.

I looked up and looked at another slanted leaf banyan ten meters away, and saw that the miscellaneous trail was also looking at me.

He seemed to understand my concerns, looked at my inquiring gaze, and finally nodded.

I hung my gun on the branches, slid down from the tree, and walked carefully towards the clear pool. I and Shamao Xiaodao did not hide our figures, as soon as we appeared, it immediately aroused the alarm of the four people, who were originally squatting on the edge of the pool to scoop water, but now they all stood up, and the man put his hand on his waist and looked at us with an uneasy expression.

I grew up in Miao Jiang for a long time, and although I don't usually speak Miao dialect, my mother always speaks to my grandmother and other elders, and I still know some daily language. Although the Miao people generally say "have you eaten", but it is not suitable for this situation, I can only walk up hard, greet the three men and one woman, and say: "Foggy ......"

"Mengwu" means "hello" in Miao dialect, and if they are Miao, they will definitely understand it.

Sure enough, as soon as I said this, the faces of several of them involuntarily relaxed, and their bodies stretched. The man took a step forward and said a long word. I don't know much Miao dialect, and I can't say anything complicated, and I can only barely hear a few words in his words: "you", "come here", and "China......

I smiled embarrassedly, I couldn't continue, only in the dialect of Jin Ping - I don't speak much Hmong, but I am an authentic Hmong. The man looked at me in some surprise, and after a while, he asked me in a somewhat stiff Yunnan dialect: "Are you Chinese?" What are you doing here? ”

Who am I? As a former insurance salesman, excuses come naturally. I said yes, we are Chinese, and we are here to investigate and study the rainforest plants of Myanmar, prepare to sort them out, and then use them to write a paper. It's a pity that we ran into a big python yesterday.

As a result, we were separated from our guide and lost our way in the jungle, unable to find our way back.

The man nodded and said oh, I see. He turned his head and told the three women what I had said in Miao dialect. When they heard this, their expressions relaxed, they laughed, and then they said a few words to the man, who nodded incessantly, and then told us that they had asked us to come to the stockade as guests. Miscellaneous Trail and I both smiled happily and said okay, we spent the night in the jungle, sleepy, and couldn't help it.

The three women filled the four basket buckets with water, then helped each other to stand up on their backs. The man declined our help, took the big barrel on his back, and walked northwest as he spoke.

Through conversation, we learned that the man's Chinese name was Xiong Ming (that is, "Tong Xiongwu" among the twelve surnames of the Miao people), and several of them were from the nearby Zhaili village. Zhaili Village is a Miao village, their ancestors were the earliest branch of the Baihe Miao people in Yunnan, in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, because of well-known reasons (it is not popular here, people who know the Tao of Lu will know the Tao), migrated here from the country, and has been multiplying.

The people of the village have lived a self-sufficient and isolated life for generations, cultivating land in the mountains and forests, growing corn, rice, bananas and potatoes for food, and few people go out of the mountains, plus there have been wars in the vicinity for many years, and they have rarely communicated with the outside world - of course, it is not that there is no communication, at least Xiong Ming has been to Daqili and knows the general situation of the current situation.

However, none of this has anything to do with them, a village that has no quarrel with the world.

They grew up, multiplied, and after death, they became one with the mountains and forests, and they continued for generations.

Xiong Ming's Yunnan dialect is not very good, and there is a gap between my Jinping dialect and Yunnan dialect, but this does not affect our communication. He was a talkative man, and the silence just now was just a temporary rest. There is a distance of about four miles from Naxiaotan to Zhaili Village, and we have been chatting eagerly, and I have heard a lot of news from it.

For example, there is a village in the southwest called Cuomuk, which is a famous long-necked clan, and the monks in their village are very powerful......

For example, to the north, there is a gathering area of the Heiyang ethnic group, and the singing is no worse than that of the Dong ethnic group......

For example, there is a big drug dealer named Wang Lun Khan next to the Heiyang tribe, and there is a large forest garden where opium paste (poppy) is grown......

When I came to Zhaili, I saw the familiar stilted building, this is a fairly large village, there are hundreds of houses scattered on the sunny slope, the appearance is old, there are stilted buildings, there are also common thatched houses in Myanmar, it seems that it is not very rich, there is a dull poverty in people's hearts. However, you can see the drum tower and the threshing floor, which are the same as in China.

There are terraced rice fields that spread from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the water is shiny, which is particularly beautiful under this sunshine.

A meandering stream flows northwest of the stockade.

I pointed to the stream and asked Xiong Ming, "Since there is water there, why do you have to run to that waterhole a few miles away to carry the water?" Xiong Ming grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "You don't know the way, that pond, the locals call it Fulongtan, some people say that they saw the dragon in it, drank the water there, the spirit is a hundred times, and the life is a hundred years old - there are three centenarians in this village, all of them are thanks to the blessings of Fulongtan......

We walked forward and were about to enter the stockade, when the miscellaneous trail grabbed me, and I was puzzled and looked at him. Miscellaneous Xiaodao and Xiong Ming laughed hesitantly, and said fellow countryman, we came this time, and there was a little misunderstanding with the monk from the wrong Muke village, and he also called a group of people with guns to come to us for trouble, if you have anything to do with them, we won't enter the village......

Xiong Ming was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowed.

He was silent for a long time, and then asked if we had come to the woods for a scientific expedition. I nodded yes. He asked me again if I was really from the Miao ethnic group? I nodded yes, and he told me to open my mouth and show him my teeth, and I did. Xiong Ming looked at it for a while, then smiled, and said Since it is our Miao family, when we get home, how can we let you go if we don't enter the door to drink a bowl of oil tea? Don't say that he met the old monk of the wrong Muke, that is, Wang Lun Khan, and he didn't dare to go to Zhaili to spread wildness.

Xiong Ming pulled my sleeve and walked inside, saying let's go, there are two people inside who are also from outside, maybe you still know each other, go into the house, drink a bowl of oil tea first.