Chapter 214 (1/2)

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.