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In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

author:Little Gangzi tells stories

I am an excavator driver, and since I left the school, I have been working with a boss named Liu Fu, who has a Volvo 320 excavator.

From the time the excavator landed, I became his special driver, and I followed him for more than three years.

The last time I drove this Volvo was on a construction site ten years ago.

Speaking of that construction site, I left a lot of indelible impressions.

After finishing the construction site of a residential area, Liu Fu told me to take me to another construction site and give me a salary increase.

When I heard this, I was very excited and said yes.

Later, I followed the excavator and sat half-hanger, and before I arrived at the construction site after a day's car, I had doubts and called him as soon as possible.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

That's when Liu Fu told me that I was going to a construction site in Myanmar.

When I heard that I was going abroad, I was a little scared and my heart hung up, and I was only in my early twenties at the time, so I asked him worriedly if it was dangerous to go out.

He told me that it was not dangerous, that the formalities were done, that it was reasonable and legal to go out to earn money, and to build a road for a large lumber mill to transport timber.

After listening to his story, I let go of my hanging heart, as long as it is legal to go abroad, then it will be fine.

After comforting himself, he chatted with the half-hung master.

We set off from Lijiang, passed through Dali, three rivers flow together, arrived at the Nujiang Liuku, rested for one night, and then set off directly to Gaoligong Mountain.

All the way was the old road, not on the highway, I remember sitting on the semi-trailer for two days and one night, and rested for one night halfway.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

After coming to Gongshan and communicating with Liu Fu by phone, I and the semi-hanging master put the excavator down in the lumber factory next to the border guard, and then got into the car sent by Liu Fu and went to the hotel on Gongshan Street to stay.

The next morning, Liu Fu called me and asked me to get up to eat, and after I washed, I went downstairs to the hotel cafeteria, and found that more than a dozen old workers were already eating breakfast.

I knew that this project needed so many people, and Liu Fu must have been afraid that I was too young to come, so he didn't tell me the truth.

I came to my co-workers, said hello to them, sat down and ate breakfast together.

After breakfast, Liu Fu walked up to me and said to me.

"Xiao Zhang, you and a few co-workers will rest in the hotel for a few days, and when you are fine, go to the market to buy some bedding and daily necessities, I will first go and talk to the owner of the lumber factory, and then apply for an exit certificate for you, it is estimated that it will not be good in a day or two!"

After Liu Fu finished speaking, he walked out of the hotel and drove away.

I came to Gongshan for the first time, naturally I wanted to go out for a walk, I made an appointment with a few co-workers, but no one wanted to go out with me, they told me that I had been here before, a total of two streets, a cigarette can be completed.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

Seeing that no one was going to me, I walked out of the hotel alone and went to the street, who knew that it was really as they said, there was nothing to stroll, there were only a few hotels and restaurants on the street, and some armed police and other unit buildings.

Walking from the street to the end of the street, I did not see the market Liu Fu mentioned, so I walked into a small store and asked for the location of the market.

The owner of the commissary told me that the market was on the street halfway up the mountain, and you could climb the hill or take a taxi for three yuan per person.

After thanking me, I walked out the street, looked at the steep mountain behind me, let alone climbed, I was tired of thinking about it, so I had to wait for a taxi on the side of the street.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, I finally saw a taxi, I stopped him, got in the car, and told him to go to the market.

What I didn't expect was that within a few minutes, he drove to the end of the street halfway up the mountain and told me that I was at the market.

After I got out of the car, I didn't rush into the market to buy something, but walked from the end of the street towards the street.

Halfway up the mountain, this street may be the main street of Gongshan, and the street is very small, just like the workers say that a cigarette can be strolled.

But although the sparrow is small, there are all kinds of facilities for eating, living and traveling on the street, Internet cafes, KTV, billiard rooms, clothing stores, hardware stores, foot massage shops.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

After walking around, I returned to the market, bought bedding and daily necessities, and then stopped a taxi in front of the market.

The taxi driver was a local sister who was very helpful, got out of the car to help me load the futon, and then welcomed me into the car.

On the way back to the hotel, my eldest sister chatted with me and told me about the customs and customs of Gongshan, and I asked for her phone when I got off the bus.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

When you are bored and want to go online, call your eldest sister and ask her to pick her up.

After staying in Gongshan for about half a month, Liu Fu found the certificate of exit, and I and another excavator driver left the country first, and went out to meet the road maintenance personnel of the lumber factory.

The border bar, which came out around noon, drove the excavator until three o'clock in the morning to reach what they called the first "hotel."

The so-called hotel is not a little bit different from what I know.

It's just a shack made of bamboo, with some beer drinks and some instant noodles, the owner of the hotel is a Tengchong person, the two run together, the most distinctive feature of the hotel is the long row of chase shops paved with bamboo strips, on which several passers-by have fallen asleep.

Because I drove the excavator for more than ten hours, the excavator driver I was traveling with, tired and hungry, asked the boss for a bucket of instant noodles and a glass of carved plum wine, and after eating and drinking, we lay down on the Chase shop.

Lying on the Chase bunk, just covered with the quilt, a strong smell almost made me vomit.

I got up and walked out of the shack, went to the excavator, took out the quilt I was carrying and replaced the futon in Chase, and just closed my eyes, my body suddenly felt itchy.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

I took out my phone, turned on the flashlight, lifted the quilt and looked at it, which startled me.

I saw that there were many snow-white, flea-like insects on my body, which were sucking my blood, and when I saw these bugs, I instantly remembered that my fathers once said that "human lice" would be born if they did not bathe, and this kind of lice did not want to be on animals, it was a snow-white body, and sucked more blood than animals.

I pinched a few to death with my hands, and found that I couldn't finish it, and looking at the time was already four o'clock in the morning, driving the excavator for so long at night, sleepiness made me endure the bite of lice.

After sleeping for about two hours in a daze, we were woken up by the roadkeeper who was waiting for us inside, and asked us to drive an excavator along the road to Myanmar.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

It was September, and after the rainy season, the road was full of small landslides and rubble.

My companion and I drove the excavator all the way to level the road.

After passing a pass, the road surface became much better, and I met a group of villagers, there were many shacks made of bamboo on both sides of the road, and I heard that the local villagers said that the local villagers made a living by digging wild bamboo shoots to sell, just after the pass, I learned from the road maintenance population that two bamboo shoots diggers disappeared in this mountain yesterday.

Here our trip was blocked by a broken bridge.

My companion and I stopped the excavator to rest for a while.

At that time, I didn't know that I had really come to northern Myanmar after crossing the pass, and during the rest, it kept raining lightly, which made me feel a little cold, and I got into a shack and roasted a fire with the old two.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

Although it is past the rainy season, it seems to be a rainforest climate, and the sun rains from morning to night.

When I came to the fire, I asked the two old men how much they could earn a day digging bamboo shoots, and when they saw me talking, they also gestured a few words, but I didn't understand a word.

I thought they were the Lisu people of the Nu River, they couldn't speak Chinese, and seeing that the language was not clear, I was embarrassed to stay by the fire anymore, so I thanked them and left the shack.

After getting out of the shack and smoking a cigarette, the passerby called me over to help build a wooden bridge that had been washed away by the flood with an excavator.

When I used to dig the excavator, I learned from the road maintenance people that this place had reached Myanmar, and these villagers were all Burmese.

The moment I knew that I had arrived in Myanmar, I was stunned, and I recalled the conversation I had just had with two old men in Myanmar that the bull head was not right in the horse's mouth, and my face turned red with embarrassment.

After laughing at himself for his short knowledge, he climbed on the excavator and helped them build the bridge.

The small river under the wooden bridge is not wide, only about four or five meters, but the current is very rapid, people can not go into the water to cross the river, I don't know how many people died in this small river to forcibly cross the river for their livelihood.

The wooden bridge is also very simple, just put a few boulders on both sides of the river, and then put a few logs on it, and it is complete.

Don't underestimate these few sticks of wood, they are enough to withstand the drag truck carrying large timber across the river, but when the car is on the wooden bridge, the feeling of flashing up and down is not something you can experience.

On the way to repair the bridge, there were many villagers in Myanmar who were digging bamboo shoots, and asked me to transport them across the river with excavator buckets, and in their "thank you", I wondered if I had really arrived in Myanmar, and it turned out that the younger people here would say Chinese.

Because of these delays, it took more than three hours to repair the bridge.

When the bridge was repaired and ready to continue on the departure, the boss who had come from Gongshan to collect bamboo shoots had already arrived here.

He brought a lot of beer and rice, bought bamboo shoots for five cents a pound, and then sold the beer to villagers digging bamboo shoots for eight yuan a can.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

Looking at the villagers holding beer with smiles on their faces, I couldn't help but sigh that the bamboo shoots I had dug up in a hard day had been replaced with beer, which is probably also a way of life for them.

From the wooden bridge, the road keeper told us that after another ten kilometers, we would reach the Myanmar border guard, where there was a big hotel, and we went to the hotel to stay.

When we heard that there was a big hotel, my companion and I were very happy, and talked about how we could take a hot bath and get a good night's sleep when we got there.

So they all rotated the gear to the rabbit gear and accelerated towards the hotel.

As the sun set, we reached the Myanmar border checkpoint, and a hundred meters from the outpost there was a wooden house.

It was the "hotel" in the mouth of the passerby, and my companion and I parked the excavator, handed over the entry and exit materials to the Burmese border guards, and walked straight towards the hotel.

The moment we came to the hotel, he and I were dumbfounded, where is the hotel, respectively, it is an upgraded version of the shack where we stayed halfway down the road yesterday.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

The chase shop in that shack is estimated to sleep more than a dozen people, while this hotel can sleep about thirty people.

The three sisters of Tengchong, our owner, Liu Fu, communicated with them by satellite phone when we first entered the mountain (there is no Internet in it, electricity is generated by solar and hydroelectric power), left us beds and prepared food.

After sleeping in it for another night, more than thirty beds were basically full, both men and women, with all kinds of smells, and snoring all day in the middle of the night.

I still can't sleep, thinking that tomorrow when they come in, we will go to the construction site to build a shed and sleep better than here.

But who knows, I thought too simply, I have been staying in this hotel for a week, the workers have not yet come in, I can't bear it, I borrowed the hotel hostess's satellite phone and called Liu Fu.

They were told that they would have to wait a few days, and they were still preparing tools and construction materials.

At this moment, I learned that we had been deceived, and coming in early was just to build roads for them to come in later.

After waiting for another two days, there was no signal on my mobile phone, and there was no place to go out in the mountains, so I discussed with my companion, took a wooden cart and left this ghost place.

On the way back, as I passed the excavator that night, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.

The road is very narrow, one side is a mountain, on the other side is a cliff of twenty or thirty meters, when I first came in, the excavator opened at night, the light was not too bright, only saw the road, did not see the cliff.

When passing a wooden bridge, my eyes looked out of the car window, and I saw deep ditches on both sides of the wooden bridge, and I remembered that night when I remembered it, the excavator walked on it and swayed, and I am still afraid.

Back at Gongshan, Liu Fu criticized us for a meal and told us to go in two days.

In northern Myanmar, more than 30 men and women lived together, and I saw what my father called "white lice"

I was already scared once I went in, not to mention that I had to stay at the construction site for more than a year, thinking of this, Liu Fu and I made a request to resign and not do it.

Liu Fu was very angry when he heard that I didn't want to do it, but for the sake of me having been with him for so many years and earning so much money for him, he still let me leave and found a driver to replace me.

When I returned to my hometown, I continued to work as an excavator for two years, and then because the excavator work always had to go to remote mountainous areas, I was afraid that I would not find a daughter-in-law, so I quit the industry.

In the past two years, I have seen the news of telecom fraud in northern Myanmar, and I am very glad that I did not stay there, and I only went to the mountains of northern Myanmar, not the towns.

End of story!

The picture comes from the Internet and has nothing to do with the article, invasion and deletion!

Thank you Brother Wang for sharing, your experience makes me sound shuddering, and here, I use your story to tell the majority of readers, northern Myanmar is not as good as the mouth of the liar, nor is it the inch of land that the scammer said, their living conditions, I think it is not comparable to the townships of our motherland, I hope you keep your eyes open, don't be blinded by rhetoric, thank you for reading!

The story is told by Big Brother Wang, edited and published by Gangzi, without any bad orientation and association.

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