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"Tingyun, follow."

After Xie Tingyun left, Xian Yaowen took out the bag that Yang Jingyi had kicked before, and poured out a pile of small bamboo pieces tied with thin ropes, as well as two bamboo snake catchers - two pieces of bamboo sandwiched between another piece of bamboo riveted together like scissors, with fine serrations at the joint to increase friction.

I walked around the area and found a branch of a suitable shape. I trimmed it into a standard Y-shape. With a fork and a clamp, I had all the tools needed to catch snakes.

The two calves are wrapped with rainproof cloth like bandages; medical gloves are put on the hands first, then a layer of labor protection gloves, and finally a layer of electrician gloves; a Jackson brand welding goggles from the United States are put on the head, the collar is pulled up, and a towel is wrapped around it, taking all the protective measures.

The flour bag was nested in three layers, and a loose knot was made at the mouth of the bag, which was handed over to Xie Zhanran.

After all the preparations, Xian Yaowen picked up his tools and walked towards the bushes he had liked not far away. Xie Zhanran followed behind him. Qi Longque took the small bamboo slips used to set up the traps and took another route to look for traces of alpine voles so as to set the traps.

When he arrived at the edge of the bush, Xian Yaowen saw at a glance a tortoise shell flower coiled inside. It had a flat head. It was definitely a tortoise shell flower, not the non-toxic pseudo-tortoise shell flower which looked basically the same but had a round head.

The fork slowly approached from the blind spot of Turtle Shell Flower's vision, and when it was at a safe distance, it stabbed towards the snake's head like lightning and hit it with one strike, holding down the snake's head. The snake catcher reached out and clamped it at seven inches, and put the first trophy into the cloth bag.

"Sir, can you be a snake?"

"No, in the past, people caught snakes and sold them. Do you know how to do this?"

"I do not know either."

"Oh."

Xian Yaowen scanned the bushes, looking for his next target.

Xie Zhanran followed closely, "If you can't do it, what's the point of catching snakes?"

"Catch it for fun."

Xie Zhanran was speechless.

Xian Yaowen was just catching snakes for fun. It was because in his previous life, when he followed his old man to the countryside, he met a snake catcher. He was very curious and followed the snake catcher and acted as his follower for half a day.

I saw snake catchers easily find short-tailed pit vipers coiled on rapeseed stalks among the rapeseed flowers. I also saw that just by looking at the hole on the grave, one can tell whether it is a rat hole, or one that has been occupied by a five-step snake or is host to a cobra.

The snake catcher also told him some bizarre stories about gods, ghosts, water monkeys (water ghosts), wild men, and tomb robbers, which frightened him as he lacked knowledge in this area at the time.

In order to help him solve his doubts, the old man bought several Eurasian otters and sloths and raised them in the manor, and also raised some ugly animals. As he came into contact with them more, he actually felt close to them. From a biological perspective, the old man prevented him from forming a worldview of ghosts and gods, and also prompted him to develop a rebellious nature deep in his bones.

He has no beliefs. He doesn't want to be a fool trapped in lies woven by others. Be it religion or political power, as long as he cannot have a certain voice, he will regard it as a heresy.

He is a dream weaver. If necessary, he will also weave lies and concepts. For example, the concept of descendants of Yan and Huang. If Kang Youwei knew about this in the afterlife, his coffin would definitely not be able to cover his body. You bunch of unfilial descendants, I made up two ancestors for you, and you still want to slander me?

There are really a lot of snakes in Qixing Mountain. Xian Yaowen soon found another five-step snake. He missed it when he was trying to use his fork. The five-step snake was very alert and ran away without a trace.

He was not discouraged and continued searching. After just one cigarette's time, he found a snake that looked like a bamboo pit viper in the grass.

After taking a closer look, I found out that it was not a bamboo green snake, but a non-venomous Maggie Cheung.

The non-toxic one would not stimulate adrenaline rush, so it was not exciting to catch it. He tiptoed back, trying not to disturb the little green snake's enjoyment of the cool air.

Then, after searching for a long time, I didn't find any snakes, but I did smell a faint scent of peanut oil in the air.

He stopped and sniffed carefully, "Do you smell the aroma of oil?"

Xie Zhanran sniffed and said, "I smell it."

"Back off."

The two of them tiptoed back, leaving the range of the fragrance.

From a distance, Xie Zhanran asked, "Sir, what animal's mark is that?"

"The white-nosed civet cat has glands on the bottom of its hind feet that emit the aroma of peanut oil. It can leave scent along the way to mark its territory. With its small black feet, some people call it black-footed civet cat.

If the white-nosed croaker is frightened, its scent glands will spray out a coffee-colored stinky liquid that smells like concentrated urine. If you don't want to stink, don't mess with it."

"The civet cat beside the stewed water fish?"

"Distant relative."

As they were talking, they unknowingly came near a small oil pit. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and the temperature could be felt rising.

As we got closer to the small oil pit, a heat wave hit us in the face. In the black pit, white mist gushed out from the fumaroles and gathered in the air to form a cloud.

Looking towards the blowhole, several South China badgers were napping on the side, and one was leaning against a rock, with a posture very similar to that of meditation. If it caught the attention of someone, the legend of the great badgers would spread like wildfire.

The National Government will most likely not sell Qixing Mountain, otherwise Xian Yaowen really wouldn't mind being a caring person.

If the national government did not restrict religion, it could easily establish a charitable sect in Taiwan, recruit believers to donate generously to charity, transfer 90% of the donations to pay for the Xian family expenses, 10% of the remaining 90% would be used to promote the sect's kindness, and 1% of the remaining % would be used for travel expenses of staff members when doing charity. In other words, up to ‰ of the donations would be invested in truly charitable causes.

He is still too soft-hearted. This ratio is frighteningly high. He will easily be regarded as a heretic by his peers, and they will put a sack on him, drag him to the back alley and beat him up.

"You are showing off. My son's tuition and living expenses in New York are 1800 million a year, and the property tax is hundreds of thousands of dollars. Can you pay for it? Can you afford it?

Damn it, bring a cross... not a red one, bring a black one, and smash this bastard to death."

After seeing enough of the badgers, Xian Yaowen moved his gaze to the low altitude below Xiaoyoukeng. All he saw was overgrown weeds with a few trees dotted in between. When he glanced across and then looked back, he found that the weeds were becoming fewer and fewer. It turned out that there were wild woodcutters working secretly.

The Japanese did one thing well. They have been implementing the logging permit system, focusing on protecting water source forests and ecologically sensitive areas. They have also consciously developed fast-growing forests and "planted immediately after logging," taking a path of sustainable development.

The Nationalist government continued the system of the Japanese occupation period and did not let the mountain become bald. This area of ​​Yangmingshan was included in the Datun National Park early on. Although it has not been officially established, the concept of conservation has been in place. Large-scale commercial logging is prohibited in this area of ​​Yangmingshan, but residents are tacitly allowed to cut down a small amount of wood for fuel or repairs - it is not allowed on the surface, but no one cares if one or two trees are cut down.

"Zhanran, be mentally prepared to retire. When I leave Taipei, you go to Saigon."

Xie Zhanran asked calmly: "What can I do in Saigon?"

“I don’t think France can defeat the Viet Minh, and neither does the United States. However, the United States does not want to see the Viet Minh unify Vietnam. Losing Vietnam will easily lead to the complete communism of Southeast Asia.

This year, the United States not only provided military funds to France, but also provided weapons. The equipment of the French army in Vietnam has gradually become American-style, and our people have obtained a lot of American light weapons from the French.

The United States will not support France in maintaining its colonies for nothing. In fact, it is preparing for its own immediate defeat. There is still war to be fought in the north and south of Vietnam.

As long as there is a war, the world will be in chaos, and many shady businesses can be done openly.

Chaozhou people in Hong Kong are still smuggling Vietnamese red sandalwood and rosewood to the mainland. The price in Hong Kong is 300 US dollars per ton, and the top-grade Vietnamese agarwood is 1000 US dollars per kilogram. Teak, the official export price in Myanmar is 50 US dollars per ton, and 120 US dollars per ton in Hong Kong.

In the East, high-end furniture, shamisen, and Buddhist utensils require red sandalwood, antique furniture, temple and palace decorations require rosewood, handicrafts, knife handles, and chess sets require ebony, and tea sets and high-end boxes require Dalbergia cochinchinensis.

Japan's economy is recovering, demand is increasing, the balance between supply and demand will soon be broken, and prices are expected to rise.

The French have no time to worry about illegal logging right now, so you should go there as a volunteer and strike hard against those illegal loggers to cut off the smuggling channels. I think we should eat this meal alone and not let others share the table. "

"Sir, if I offend everyone, I won't be able to stand firm in Vietnam, right?"

Xian Yaowen smiled and said, "Just be a good man in Saigon. There will be other people to do the fighting and killing. Vietnam is a dense jungle, it is an independent world. Fighting and killing stay in the jungle, and Saigon will let it be a peaceful and prosperous place.

Why let you go?

Since you know French, you can use your ability to pick up female college students in Paris to recruit a few of them to be your secretaries and make good friends with the French.

At first, you can rely on robbing for timber. When there is nothing to rob, you need to find a way to hire people to cut down trees in the jungle. Cutting down trees is hard work and wages are indispensable. The cost of hiring people will reduce our profits. It is better to use prisoners of war and let them have enough food to eat, so that the wages can be saved. "

"Prisoners of war are hard to take care of, right?"

"It's not difficult to manage. Just do two things well. The first is to block their retreat. Let the soldiers kill the officers together and take pictures. The second is to give them hope. If they are obedient, they will have better food and women to play with regularly. When they work long enough and regain their freedom, they can stay as supervisors and get paid, or they can leave."

Xie Zhanran made a throat-slashing gesture, "Kill those who left quietly?"

"No, the Viet Minh will not trust people who have been prisoners. If you remain missing, your family can still enjoy preferential treatment. Once you go back, your family will inevitably be implicated." Xian Yaowen waved his hand, "There is no rush to discuss the details. I will also stay in Saigon for a few days and guide you step by step. You just need to be mentally prepared now."

"Yes."

"I heard there are black bears and clouded leopards in this mountain. Let's go to the top of the mountain and see if we can see any clouded leopards."

"Aren't you going to look for Miss Yang and the others?"

"Let's talk about it later. Between catching the snake and Yang Jingyi, I choose catching the snake."

Xie Zhanran laughed and said, "If Miss Yang knew what you were thinking, she would definitely be even angrier."

"Little girls have bad tempers. They get angry for no reason, but they will calm down for no reason. They are not difficult to coax." As Xian Yaowen spoke, his eyes returned to the bushes, continuing his task of catching snakes.

Xie Zhanran hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, I am still in touch with Ellian. I called her when I was in New York, and she also called me."

Xian Yaowen picked up a bamboo green snake and stretched it towards the bag, "Want to develop further?"

Xie Zhanran opened the bag and said, "I have an idea."

"French women are romantic and can easily accept that you have other women, but they are also likely to find other men. Sleeping with other men will not prevent her from loving you at all."

Xie Zhanran nodded, "When I was in Shanghai, I knew that several French wives had lovers."

"Speaking of which, we are the first, so we can't blame women for being the fifteenth." Xian Yaowen patted Xie Zhanran's arm, "If you want to learn from me, you should be more open-minded. There are many good-looking and traditional women in Di'an, so I'd better look for such a wife.

Remember, if you are a woman who has studied in a French school, you must find a pretty one, not an ugly one. "

"Why?" Xie Zhanran asked curiously.

"The uglier a woman is, the more likely she is to cause trouble. Pretty women, on the other hand, don't cause trouble. I speak from experience. Don't be blindly curious and change your appetite randomly."

"When did you try, sir?"

"Before I met you."

The two men walked up the mountain, talking about women all the way, and the number of snakes in the bag gradually increased.

When they arrived at the top of the main peak, there were already more than a dozen snakes in the cloth bag. Xian Yaowen asked Xie Zhanran to choose a dark and humid place to release the snakes. He took off his protective equipment, sat on the rock and looked into the distance.

Looking out, I saw Yang Jingyi and the other two girls coming towards the top of the main peak from another direction. Behind them were a few people in the distance, and judging by their outlines, they seemed to be carrying weapons.

I took out the binoculars and saw seven or eight American soldiers. The one walking in front was Lucas. His mouth was opening and closing as if he was shouting commands. I guess they were on a training march.

Arrowood has embarked on the road of intelligence, and Lucas is most likely also engaged in intelligence. If the younger generation of Charlotte's family is not prosperous, his investment may be wasted. The ceiling of intelligence is too low, and he cannot be relied upon in the future.

Arrowood, you must turn back to the right path as soon as possible.

Before traveling through time, he already knew the limits of the world's economic pie. Periodic economic crises were merely a temporary solution that solved some problems but also covered up others. When the day came when they could no longer be covered up, he could only overturn the table, force everyone to the starting line, and redistribute the pie through force.

In his previous life, his family's military layout was far from enough. The consortium came out of the barrel of a gun, and the army needed to have a group of soldiers who were close to his own family.

Soon, the two little girls, Yang Jingyi and Li Lizhen, quickened their pace and rushed to the top of the main peak. When Yang Jingyi stepped onto the rock, she saw Xian Yaowen sitting there. She snorted, turned her head and made an "ignoring you" gesture, clearly indicating to Xian Yaowen to coax her quickly.

Xian Yaowen chuckled and ignored her. His telescope focused on Lucas's telescope, and Lucas's smile came into his eyes.

He waved at the other party, put down the telescope, took off the water bottle from his waist, took a sip of water, and then threw the water bottle at Yang Jingyi's feet.

Yang Jingyi heard the noise, glanced at the ground, then turned her nose up and snorted at Xian Yaowen again. (End of this chapter)