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    Seeing that the two were no longer fighting, Song Shen turned around and asked the boy named Awang: "Did you really not have dinner?" Awang hesitated for a while and nodded: "Well, Dad said last year's harvest was not good.  There are too many mouths in the house, and those who don¡¯t work will eat a meal later!¡± Song Shen didn¡¯t say anything. He knew that this lovely child had eleven children in his family - including one quadruplet and two twins. Even though this was  In Myanmar at the end of the 19th century, it can be said that there were too many.  His father was a devout Buddhist, so he did not use the usual method (that is, drowning the baby) to solve the problem. This heavy burden bent the family's waist, and also reduced the family's family, which was originally considered to be an upper-middle-class family in the village.  The family quickly became one of the poorest families.  "Here, this is for you!" Song Shen returned to the house, took out a pie from the paper bag and handed it to the child. Awang looked at Song Shen with some hesitation, and Song Shen looked at him with a smile.  The pancake was handed closer: "Take it, this is the pie I brought back from the city. It tastes very good!" Awang took the pancake and took a small bite, but it soon turned into a big bite.  After swallowing, Song Shen gently patted Awang's back twice and reminded: "Slow down, don't choke!" "It's so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious food!" Awang finally swallowed  He swallowed the food in his mouth and praised loudly.  The other children also looked longingly at the paper bag in Song Shen's hand. At their age, they have not yet learned how to hide their emotions.  "Here, here it is, this is for you!" Song Shen smiled slightly, took out a pie from the paper bag, tore it into several pieces, and distributed it to the other children.  Seeing the children eating the pie with relish, Song Shen smiled slightly and continued to tell the story: "The little crocodile said: 'But Mom, how can I catch the monkey? The monkey won't come into the water, and I can't climb up.  Tree. This is not easy to handle. '" Happy time always passes quickly, the story is finished and the pie is finished.  The children reluctantly left the tall uncle's yard.  Song Shen looked at the empty paper bag, then touched his equally empty belly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.  "It seems that I have no choice but to fill my belly with well water, just like that naked Ngawang!" Song Shen drank two sips of well water and felt that her stomach felt better, so she went back to the house to rest.  Like most days, Song Shen got up very early the next day. He washed his face by the well water and prepared to go to his vegetable patch to pick some vegetables for today's breakfast as usual, and then go to other places.  Villages purchase poultry and sell them in the city.  The money in his piggy bank is almost enough to buy an ox cart. With the ox cart, he can expand his business.  Thinking of this, Song Shen had a smile on his face.  "Uncle Tall, Uncle Tall!" Awang ran over quickly: "There is a tall foreigner at the entrance of the village. He is much taller than you. Where is he digging mud in the field?" "Tall foreigner? Digging mud?  "Song Shen is different from these farmers who have almost never left their villages in their lives. Life and war have taught him a lot. He naturally knows that a height like his is very common among foreigners, but digging in the mud is different.  , the foreigners he has seen are either here to do business, or to preach, or even to fight and plunder, but he has never seen them digging mud. Is it possible that there is no soil for them to dig in their hometown, so that they have to travel thousands of miles away?  Digging from outside?  Song Shen wiped his wet hands on his pants and said to Awang: "Let's go and take a look together!" Only when we arrived at the entrance of the village did Song Shen understand how tall the tall foreigner A Wang mentioned was.  The foreigner who was talking to the village chief with the help of an interpreter was almost two heads taller than him, which was considered very tall even among foreigners.  Behind the foreigner, there were about twenty guards. The clothes of these guards were very familiar to Song Shen - big beards, black cloth buns, daggers at the waist, tall bodies, dark skin, and employees of Shunhua Company.  The white cloth leggings unique to soldiers. Are these people here to arrest him?  For a moment, Song Shen almost turned around and ran away.  "Brother Song Shen, you're here just in time!" The village chief happened to see Song Shen, turned around and ran over, grabbed him and whispered: "Brother Song Shen, you are well-informed, help me deal with it.  This foreign devil. He was so big and his eyes were blue. When I saw him, I felt panicked and speechless." Song Shen had no choice but to walk over. He carefully observed the Sikh guards.  The leading guard stood aside, holding the hilt of the dagger at his waist with his right hand, looking at the farmers in front of him arrogantly, with a look of disdain.  O'Neil.  Bunji looked at the Burmese farmer in front of him. He suddenly realized that the farmer in front of him was different from all the Burmese farmers he had dealt with before. The other farmer's eyes looked at him calmly, unlike other farmers who looked at him or looked at him.  As if sizing upThis terrible monster either looks at a god, but completely regards himself as a human being, a person who is the same and completely equal to him.  "Please tell him for me, I want to know how much it will cost if I need to buy this village?" O'Neil.  Bungie said to the interpreter.  After listening to the interpreter's question, Song Shen frowned and replied in a firm voice: "You tell this gentleman that this is our home, and our home is not for sale!" "No, I miss you.  You misunderstood what I meant!" O'Neil.  Bangji smiled and explained: "I don't want to buy your village, I just want to ask, if I want to buy this village, how much will it cost in total?" Song Shen looked up and down at the tall white man strangely.  , the other party was looking at him with a smile, showing his white teeth. Judging from his good-quality suit and white shirt, this tall white man should be a very rich man, but the other party's hands were covered with mud.  , obviously Awang did not lie just now, this white man did dig mud.  "Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean. But this village belongs to the entire village community and to everyone in this village: living people, dead people, and people not yet born. I don't understand this.  How can you set a price for something? Maybe in your place, everything can be sold, but here, there is no way to set a price! " O'Neil.  After listening to the interpreter's answer, Bang Ji looked at Song Can with some surprise.  Obviously, he was very surprised by the answer he just heard.  He looked at Song Shen carefully, then looked at the other villagers, shook his head, and sighed: "Well, if that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it, but I can meet people like you today.  What a gain!" At this point, he stretched out his right hand to Song Shen and said in Burmese: "Nice to meet you, I am Onel Bangji!" Song Shen glanced at the smile on the other person's face and said in Burmese.  He reached out and shook the other person's outstretched hand.  O'Neil.  Bang Ji smiled and said, "I still have some things to do and I have to leave, but I think we will meet again soon!" After that, he nodded to Song Shen, turned around and left.  ??Looked at O'Neil.  As Bang Qi left, an ominous dark cloud suddenly appeared in Song Shen's heart. He had a premonition that his peaceful life here was about to end again.  Beside the carriage, O'Neil.  Bangji was washing the mud on his hands in a basin and sighed: "It's such a pity. I originally wanted to estimate the total value of this village. To be honest, the soil and climate of this village are very good."  Suitable for planting rubber. ""Mr. Bunge!" Lieutenant Odo, who had been silent just now, said, "Actually, you don't need to spend time asking the village for prices. In this country, Mr. Chen's will is equal to the law.  People can disobey him!" "Really? But what if someone dares to disobey him?" O'Neil.  Bungie asked with a smile.  "Then there will no longer be this nobleman!" Odo shrugged: "Do you remember that we saw a beautiful oak forest on the way from Mandalay to the dock? There was a beautiful pagoda next to it.  There are beautiful silver bells hanging around the top of the pagoda. "Remember, what's wrong? Does this have anything to do with our problem?" "That forest belongs to the Tusan family, which is the most powerful family in Myanmar.  One of the ancient nobles, their ancestors can even be traced back to a great king of the Ava Dynasty, but this family no longer exists. That pagoda was built for them by a certain monastery. This is the only living person who dares to  For the dead. More than three years ago, everyone in the family - including women and children - was hanged from an oak tree in the woods! The family's name was also taken from the statue and the book!  Destroyed, all because a certain family member tried to assassinate someone loyal to Mr. Chen. "So, our Mr. Chen is really a powerful person?" "Yes.  You can rest assured that Mr. Chen is not a person who likes to show off his power, but even the king cannot defy his will!" When Otto said this, he lightly patted the dagger on his waist.  The iron bracelet collided with the hilt of the short sword, making a crisp sound, as if to confirm his words.  "Brother Song Shen, thanks to you, the foreigner just now is so big, you are the only one in the village who dares to talk to him! But -" the village chief wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked with some doubts: "This foreigner  What do you mean? He wants to pay for the village? " "That's not true!" Song Shen shook his head: "I think he just wants to know how much it will cost!" "Weird!"  The village chief turned around and looked at the villagers huddled behind him.Shouted: "Okay, okay, everyone is gone, let's all leave, let's leave!" Song Shen also turned around and walked towards his residence. Naturally, his knowledge was better than those who spend all day in the fields.  The farmers who farmed here were much smarter, but he still couldn't guess the purpose of the foreigner just now, but he still had an ominous premonition, as if his peaceful life was about to end again.  Thank you to the book friend trainee police officer for the reward. There will be another update tonight.
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