Countryside Magic Doctor

In the sky, several rays of sunlight were shining in the dense forest. He Feng came out from the depths of the forest. Beside a stream, there was a clear stream. He Feng stretched out his hand, picked up a handful of clear water, and then threw the water on his face.

A cool breeze came, and his face looked a little ashen as he walked through the woods. Instantly, under the washing of clean water, he returned to his former appearance.

So handsome.

Of course, it's not as handsome as a chicken.

Chicken, you are so beautiful. It's ironic. You can't call it handsome.

He got up and looked at the two guys lying behind him. They were a group of people in Myanmar who didn't know what kind of armed forces they were.

They will lie here forever for no other reason. They regard He Feng as a kind of smuggler, point a gun at his head, want to extort all his money, and then let him lie quietly in the dense forest, rot and turn into the dust of the world.

So, how should such people change? Ah! Only when they die can they change.

Yan Shuangying's words have become truth again.

At the moment, he Feng is walking along the original route in Myanmar.

The changes of time have caused too many changes in the world. Most of the layers of dense forests that we passed through during the war have become wooden yards.

For the sake of economic development, a large number of virgin forests have been mined locally, so that, therefore, Myanmar can not find the world of thousands of miles of wild man mountain and vast jungle at the beginning.

Because timber traders from all over the world have turned the continuous virgin forest here into a piece of exquisite furniture, exquisite wood products, or something stored in a country's timber strategy.

At the moment, less than 1 / 3 of the original forest is left here. The local people may be aware of this danger and have paid attention to the protection of these remaining rainforests.

Therefore, the only thing left this time is probably the last green here.

However, benefiting from the local special soil and water, they do not worry about soil and water loss, because if they want to, they do not need to spend money at all. They just need to close the logging yard with the great effort to rebuild the forest like Yanhuang's establishment of the three North Shelterbelt.

It won't take ten or twenty years. There is a green spring here.

Unfortunately, such soil and water does not belong to Yanhuang. This may be the only regret here, but it once seemed to belong to us.

Along these remaining green forests, he Feng walks through the forest. However, due to the gradual growth of population, there are not many mountains and forests that can be connected together for him to walk freely.

From time to time, you can cross a highway and meet a group of people.

He Feng doesn't know the language of Myanmar very well. No, he doesn't understand it at all. He only knows English and Chinese. As for this language, he doesn't know which horn he came from, he won't learn it.

However, fortunately, the local language of Myanmar does not belong to the local mainstream language. Chinese has a considerable market here.

Most of the residents here will probably speak one or two sentences of Chinese. If you put aside his identity and rely on his language alone, you will even think he is a native of Yanhuang.

When he walked through the primitive jungle, he Feng came to the road. Compared with China, Myanmar is undoubtedly much behind. The road is not as spacious and flat as that in China, but it is also good.

Without coins or official money from Myanmar, he Feng had to walk through on foot.

However, walking is not difficult for him. Perhaps, walking is also a kind of practice for him.

Nothing else, you can temper your mind.

Because there are too many things to look for, he can only walk slowly on the ground, but can't fly over as fast as before, because it's not serious and meticulous.

He might have to go through the path of those predecessors again, and then follow the path they had retreated.

On the way, beautiful Myanmar girls passed by from time to time. He Feng understood why so many people in China wanted to marry from South Asia, Myanmar and Vietnam, because the girls here are really beautiful.

Compared with the high bride price and sky high price wedding in China, it is undoubtedly loved by male compatriots here.

Because in this world, the real rich still account for a minority, and most of them are losers.

Walking on the road, he Feng looked like a young bow head clan, holding his satellite phone, smart satellite phone, looking for the route with Gaode map on his mobile phone.

On the other hand, his other mobile phone is searching for information and information entering Myanmar.

After all, he is not a master of some history, but he doesn't understand such things. He can only do so temporarily, because even if his history is good, he still doesn't know too much about these detailed materials.

After all, who remembers all this? It's enough to brag about something. Why bother to remember these cumbersome and useless things?

No one will discuss this with you. It can be used at most when watching videos at a station or when blowing in a group.

Modern science and technology, together with the information from the search, he Feng and those predecessors took the same route. However, due to the development of the times, many of the roads that were born for military affairs have been abandoned at the moment.

However, the residual subgrade still stands tenaciously in the jungle, which has been paid little attention.

He Feng first went to the local bank and took some RMB to exchange some local coins in Myanmar.

There is no identity certificate. Due to the development of tourism, there are many people from Yanhuang like him, but compared with him, most of them are tourists.

Therefore, the staff of the bank only regarded him as an ordinary tourist. It was not difficult for him, but also saved him some heart. He Feng walked out of the bank with a pile of Myanmar coins.

Immediately, the money was thrown into the space by him.

After casually eating something nearby, he Feng only felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. Somehow, the food in Myanmar was light, light, light, or light. Important things should be said more than three times.

Perhaps because of the widespread belief in Buddhism, the local food in Myanmar is much sweeter, not sugar, but tasteless.

He Feng is very strange. How do people here supplement the missing salt in their bodies?

Not on diet?

However, he is not in the mood to think about this kind of problem like an old pedant.