The Golden Triangle is a broad term. Specifically, the place they are going to is Tagong Mountain in Myanmar.

In the southwest jungle, there are many tigers, wolfs, and poisonous insects. The mountains are endless. If you don’t have a good guide, you will easily get lost in it and be attacked by wild animals, and your corpse will not exist.

This man is named Zata, a minority. He has been traveling through the four countries since he was a teenager. He has cooperated with the Chinese police to catch people in the Mekong River. He knows this area well and is nicknamed Living Map.

The four of them crossed the border, and Zata opened the scattered branches on the roadside, which was a hand-held tractor.

The two-hand tractors are rusty, and the car is broken like a sieve, but at least it is a means of transportation.

Several people put their luggage in the car, Zhata started the diesel engine, and the black smoke continued to rush.

After three hours of bumpy road, the mountain road was rugged and narrow. They changed to a ox cart and walked for another four hours.

The sun is in the sky, and a river appears in front of it.

The river was turbulent and there was no bridge, so the ox cart would definitely not be able to get through. Zata asked everyone to remove their luggage first, then go to the riverside and whistle at the other side.

With a bag of cigarettes, a native dog swam across from the opposite side.

Li Daoran wiped the sweat beads from his forehead and joked: "I'm talking to you, brother, it's reasonable to ride a tractor and a ox cart. I'm afraid this dog can't resist so many of us, right?"

Facing Li Daoran's joke, Zata did not respond. This person has a dull personality. He kept shutting his mouth without asking him along the way.

The native dog swam ashore, and Zata took out a sausage from his pocket, peeled it and threw it over.

The native dog jumped up and caught it, and swallowed it voraciously.

After the local dog finished eating, Zata touched the dog's head and said a few local words. The local dog turned his head and jumped into the river, grabbed the water and swam to the other side.

"Stay on rest." Zata found a cool place to lie down and close his eyes to rest, as if someone would ask him for money if he said one more word.

Since the early morning, everyone has not drunk a sip of water, and is already hungry at this moment. Wang Yutong took out the compressed dry from her backpack and distributed it to everyone.

After eating two bites, Li Daoran's face changed. He shouted that this was not something that humans eat. It was dry and tasteless, and he kept his throat pulling.

Wang Yutong also had a frown when eating, but she didn't say anything. She was here to save her brother, either for a trip or vacation, not to mention eating these compressed dry foods that are difficult to swallow, or even gritting her teeth and persevering no matter how hard or tired she is.

The compressed dry food has a high calories. After taking it all over for a long time, Li Daoran still ate two pieces, and took half a bottle of cold water and was full.

As soon as the few people finished eating, a dark spot appeared across the river. After a while, they came to me and turned out to be a fisherman carrying a boat.

Bamboos with thick calves were tied into bamboo rows, and a bamboo pole was used as oars. The boat was an old man in his sixties, wearing a hat and a loose suspender vest. He was hunched and thin, his skin was tanned, and his front teeth were all gone. He opened his mouth and spoke, and he couldn't understand at all.

The old man who was riding the boat was speaking local dialect. Even if he was not exposed to the air, Wang Yutong and Li Daoran couldn't understand it, but Zata could understand it.

The old man who was riding the boat looked unhappy, pointed at Bai Fengjiu and the other two, and pointed at the luggage behind him, which meant that he thought there were too many things.

It is obvious that they are not locals, so they are priced on the ground, but they didn't expect that the poor mountains and bad waters will lead to troubled people. This sentence is true at all.

Zata came over to negotiate with Wang Yutong. He told Wang Yutong in unstandard Mandarin that the old man who was riding the boat would have to work hard for 100,000 yuan.

One hundred thousand is not Chinese currency, but local money. If you want to convert it, it is only four or five hundred.

For the sake of this little money, Wang Yutong couldn't help but feel speechless. She opened the waterproof bag and took out a stack of money from it.

I am used to mobile payment in China. Wang Yutong didn’t bring much money when she went out, but there were still five or six thousand yuan. She took out a stack of red and beautiful banknotes, which made the old man who was raising the boat lit up.

China is changing with each passing day. Since its strength, in addition to Yingyuan, China Coin has also become a hard currency.

Wang Yutong didn't count it, and divided a stack from it and handed it to Zata. The old man who was raising the boat took the money, counted it with his fingers, then smiled happily, and helped him carry his luggage together.

The bamboo pole was placed on the shore, and the old man leaned on the boat with his arms and the bamboo raft flowed down the river.

From here to Dagong Mountain, you need to cross two mountains in a straight line.

This place belongs to a semi-primitive jungle, with lush branches and leaves, entrenched by snakes, insects, tigers and wolves, and hiking. It is very dangerous and time is wasted.

Although this river is not directly accessible, it is much faster than walking, so you don’t have to carry a load to move forward.

The old man who was raising the boat held the bamboo pole to control the direction, and the bamboo raft walked downstream along the turbulent water. The green mountains on both sides retreated and the clear water flowed. The local dog jumped into the water from time to time and hee.

Li Daoran stood in front of the bamboo raft with his hands behind his back. The breeze blew his face. Looking at the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, he couldn't help but feel excited and remembered an ancient poem.

"I left Baidi in the morning among the colorful clouds, and returned thousands of miles of Jiangling in one day. The sound of monkeys on both sides of the shore cannot stop crying, and the light boat has passed thousands of mountains."

Back then, the poets could write poems that were passed down through the ages, and they must have been like themselves, touching the scene.

Inspired by the beautiful scenery, Li Daoran was very excited about poetry and wanted to write a poem.

"ah……"

As soon as Li Daoran opened his mouth, his shoulder was patted by someone, interrupting his thoughts.

Li Daoran couldn't help frowning and said, "Xiaobai, you have no eyesight. I'm just about to write a poem that has been passed down through the ages."

Bai Fengjiu threw her backpack to Li Daoran, "Stop calling, prepare to go ashore."

After floating on the water for several hours, it was late, and Wang Yutong also had seasickness symptoms. Her pretty face, which was as white as mutton fat, became pale as paper.

The careful Bai Fengjiu saw that she was uncomfortable and asked Zata to tell the old man who was lying on the boat to shore the bamboo raft, and to rest and have a hot meal.

When everyone set up camp, it was as dark as ink.

There are no stars or moon in the sky, like a big black pot holding them underneath.

The bonfire was crackling, and a large iron pot was gushing and steaming. The flames were dancing like enchanting Arab dancers. The flames set off everyone's faces and painted them with a touch of orange red.

After a hot meal, Wang Yutong's seasickness symptoms were relieved a lot. She took out a pampered roll from her travel bag.

The parchment roll is a bit yellow in color. There are many small holes that have been bitten by insects. The patterns are painted in black ink, and the techniques are ancient and simple.

This is the map that Bisitong gave them, which marked the place where Wang Yusheng went, but it was just a rough location and needed to be compared with modern maps.

Wang Yutong spread the parchment roll on the ground and took out another modern map.

This is a military map, marked with mountain altitude data, accurate and detailed.
Chapter completed!