"After coming to Vietnam, although the tomb culture in Southeast Asia has been deeply influenced by the Han culture and is not far from the southwestern provinces, it still has its own variables after all, and the existence of the red ghost country is too long to rely on. According to historical data or relying on folk customs to infer the tomb culture, Uncle Amai and I were able to infer the approximate location of the tomb of Yu Ji. It was already a lot of hard work and coincidence."
At this point, Old Chen nodded in agreement. Most of the tombs of Tufuzi walked between mountains and plains. Seeing that the mountains and rivers are a blessed place, or there are traces of cutting mountains and filling valleys, they judged that there may be tombs in this place. But if it is stipulated that someone's tomb is to be found, and then to find it in the north and south, the difficulty will not be of an order of magnitude.
But he turned his head and said that Bai Amai used to specialize in activities in the southwest region, but suddenly disappeared a few years ago. He came to Vietnam to search for the tomb of Yu Ji, or he had obtained some information about the tomb of Yu Ji, and he had Great interest, or someone who wants to find the tomb of Yuji, entrusts Bai Amai, who is familiar with the culture of the southwestern nation, to find it.
Regardless of the reason, Gu Nanshan and his team felt that this trip was a blind cat and a dead mouse, and it was definitely not simple.
At this time, several fires had been lit in the camp, and it seemed that they were preparing for dinner. Bai Liang greeted him and said, "I didn't plan to eat some of them. We have prepared a special one for everyone."
Gu Nanshan's people naturally wouldn't refuse, so they just followed and squatted on the ground to eat with the group of Vietnamese. The pot was boiled with vegetable soup and compressed biscuits, which served as a satisfying hunger. It was definitely not delicious.
At this time, the sky was already darkening. After Gu Nanshan and Liu Chengye and his party had eaten, they took their little brother to clean up the place. The Vietnamese lived in abandoned residential houses, which still maintained the appearance of the US army after the Vietnam War ended. The bullet holes can be seen everywhere. The dilapidated houses have collapsed a lot. Finally, a few houses that have not collapsed too much can be found. Gu Nanshan and Liu Chengye stood outside with a cigarette and watched the others clean up. Old Chen was here. After strolling around outside, the god mysteriously said: "This Bai Amai is really not easy. These Vietnamese people are so obedient to him."
Liu Chengye spoke in a southern accent, "I can't figure it out, and this village is still Li Zhongfu's own village. He is also a guerrilla who has met the world. I really can't figure out what will make them listen to Bai Amai."
"It's a bit like religion. What kind of mental control is this Bai Amai."
"Mind control does not necessarily have to be religion. Moreover, the religions of the Vietnamese have been purified by the Han civilization, and there can be no extreme religious thoughts."
At this point, Lao Chen closed his voice, because Bai Amai came with a few people.
When this person looked again, his face had deep lines that were not suitable for his age. At first sight, he saw that he was an outdoor worker who had been in the field all the year round. His eyebrows were frowning at all times, and there was no sign of relief. A pair of eyes looks extremely sharp when looking at people.
He said straightforwardly: "I have been in Vietnam for a few years. Recently, due to some reasons, the domestic money is temporarily unavailable, so I made a bureau and wanted to put some money in, but I didn't expect to include a few characters."
He said to Old Chen, "I just thought about it. You are the guy named Chen Lisi in North China, right?" After he finished speaking, he nodded to Wu Dal, "Shanxi and Shaanxi Lieutenant Mojin. , Especially the good products in Shaanxi. For a few years, most of them came out of your hands. Later, when they were wanted, they disappeared.” (End of this chapter)