After handling the transaction properly, looking at the strings of zeros added in the account, Su Mei was convinced that she was not dreaming. It was certainly happy to make a lot of money, but what made her happiest was that Song Yi hoped to put down his work and go out with her tomorrow. Although he refused to admit it, Su Mei was looking forward to this trip in her heart.

Song Yi did not break his promise, and there was no need for Su Mei to remind him that he did not work overtime at night and went to bed almost at the same time as her. This made her feel a little uneasy. She didn't sleep well all night, but she didn't hear any special movement.

Song Yi got up early the next morning and said he was taking her to see the paradise.

Seeing Su Mei’s confused look, Song Yi smiled and explained to her, saying that he would take her to take her the most charming ancient town in China, Heshun Ancient Town.

"Why haven't I heard of it? When was it chosen?" Su Mei even more confused. She lacked enough understanding of this small town in western Yunnan. Before she came, she had never thought that there would be gambling stones here, nor did she know that the jadeite of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth actually came from these inconspicuous stones, nor did she know that it would be so thrilling when gambling stones.

Song Yi saw her face as if she was like a peach blossom. Under her long flashing eyelashes, her originally bright and shining eyes were filled with a fog. She thought that a rare smart person like her would be confused. Naturally, he would not say that this was selected in the 2005 CCTV International Channel "China Charming Towns" evaluation event. At that time, Heshun Town was named one of the top ten Charming Towns and won the only grand prize. He only said that this was his personal opinion, and after taking her to see it, he understood everything.

Heshun Ancient Town is seven kilometers away from Tengchong County. Song Yi asked the taxi to stop outside the town, got out of the car with Su Mei, and prepared to walk over slowly.

The air in the fields was extremely fresh, which made the two people who had lived in the city for a long time feel a refreshing feeling.

Su Mei looked up and saw the archway with a very traditional characteristics here. Looking over, she found that the town was quietly leaning on the hillside, and the clear stream was walking around the town. The well-preserved ancient temples, ancestral halls, and ancient buildings in the Ming and Qing Dynasties formed a beautiful landscape.

Next to the past are two white marble bridges. Next to the clear stream, there is a laundry booth built by men who "walking in the wild" to sympathize with the women at home, so that they can avoid the pain of sun and rain while washing.

Banana trees by the stream, vigorous ancient trees, paths paved with stones everywhere, and exquisite Ming and Qing architecture make people feel like they are in another illusion of time and space.

If I hadn't known this was Yunnan, I would have thought it was a Jiangnan water town full of classical charm. But looking at this poetic and picturesque scenery, Su Mei could not help but praise it, "What a South Beauty!"

"The distant mountains are vast and the near rivers are melodious. Under the Wanjiapotuo, it is better than Xiao Suhang." Song Yi read it casually.

Su Mei asked, "The poem you wrote?"

Song Yi laughed and said, "How could I have such talent? It was Li Genyuan, acting prime minister of the Republic of China, who wrote a poem to praise this beautiful ancient town."

"I'm so ashamed. I haven't heard of it before. How could you know so much?" Su Mei looked at him with charming eyes curiously. She really couldn't understand him. Could this be the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?

Song Yi smiled and explained to her, "My father has been here before, and when he comes home, he always tells me tirelessly that it is hard for me to forget. I came here just to see if it is as beautiful as he said. I didn't expect that my father's language description ability is still a little worse."

"How did you say it!" Su Mei glanced at him immediately.

The smile on Song Yi's face became brighter and brighter, "Have you started talking to your father-in-law before you even crossed the door?"

"You're going to die!" As Su Mei's beautiful eyes circulated, she was filled with hatred on her eyes, but she didn't mean to blame him at all. It was more like flirting. Thinking of the word "death" just now, Su Mei stuck out her tongue and said sorry to him.

It is rare to see her mature and charming and so cute side, Song Yi was even more happy, and her witty words made her feel happy!

The two of them walked slowly all the way, first went to Ai Siqi's former residence, and then to China's largest rural library. At the entrance of the library was a wooden plaque "Heshun Library" written by Hu Shi. In the quiet environment, there were more than 70,000 books in the collection, including rare books, which is a good place to cultivate one's own character and cultivate sentiment.

Next to the library is the former site of the 20th Army Command of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. Song Yi has been to Heshun several times before. At that time, the Burma-Yun Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall had been built here. It is the most collection of anti-Japanese war museum. What is even more commendable is that it is a folk museum.

The two were tired and thirsty when they walked. Su Mei said she would buy a bottle of water to drink, but Song Yi grabbed her, "It's better to go to someone else's house to ask for water!"

Seeing that he rarely showed his youthful nature, Su Mei stopped insisting and followed him to open other people's doors. Song Yi not only asked for water, but also visited other people's houses in detail, saying that he could experience the most real life, see the most primitive life style, and understand the most subtle expression of traditional culture.

In western Yunnan, where there are many ethnic minorities in the southwest, it is really rare to have such an ancient town full of Han culture, so Su Mei would not disturb his elegant atmosphere.

Song Yi was so excited that he took her house to knock on the door. He didn't look for the big family ancestral temples. He had seen them before and there was no need to look at them again. He knocked on a deep courtyard again. Fang Shixun, who was in his 80s, was very enthusiastic about them because these two young people were very interested in traditional culture.

What surprised Fang Shixun even more was that Song Yi had his own insights into the culture here, especially when talking about the wooden windows and doors made of high-quality elm wood in the house. Of course, he didn't know that Song Yi had played with wood for a while. When he came to Heshun Ancient Town, he carefully studied the elm wood here. Although it was not shining, it was tough and corrosion-resistant. A particularly important feature was that it was not easy to be eaten by insects and was said to be well preserved for thousands of years.

When Fang Shixun took them upstairs to visit, Song Yi saw a saber in the study, with mottled marks on it. Song Yi asked curiously, "This saber seems to be the command knife of the Japanese army?"

"The young man has such a good eye. This was seized when I participated in the Anti-Japanese War. The battle was so fierce. I watched my comrades around me fall down like straw, but more people fell on the way to retreat..." Fang Shixun, who was originally energetic, was very proud and sad when he recalled the past history. His memories were already a little confused. After all, it was something that happened half a century ago.

"The Anti-Japanese War of Resistance Against Japan was really hard!" Song Yi knew that most of the 200,000 expeditionary troops in the Yunnan-Burma War of Resistance Against Japan sacrificed their lives for the country, and most of the surviving veterans were also wandering in a foreign land and unable to reunite with their relatives. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, they lived a life of unrestrained life. Fang Shixun, who lived in Heshun Ancient Town, should be considered the lucky one.

The bloody history of the Yunnan-Burma War of Resistance also left many anti-Japanese cultural relics in this hot land, such as the Japanese saber seized by Fang Shixun.

"Young man, do you also know about the Anti-Japanese War of Burma?" Fang Shixun asked excitedly.

Song Yi replied, "Of course I know that when the Japanese army occupied Myanmar, the Chinese Expeditionary Force entered Myanmar at the invitation of Britain and fought bloody battles with the Japanese army."

"There are very few young people who know this history nowadays. You can see that you also like this saber. Unfortunately, I have agreed to Xiao Duan to give this saber to him after a hundred days. Do you know Xiao Duan Sheng Kui?" Fang Shixun said with regret.

"I heard of him, a person who collects wars. Mr. Fang, tell your story!" Song Yi nodded. He had dealt with Duan Shengkui. He knew that he had taken a difficult road to collect. He was in debt for the tens of thousands of Myanmar anti-Japanese cultural relics he collected, and was not understood by his family and friends. He was imprisoned twice when collecting anti-Japanese cultural relics in Myanmar. However, the emperor paid off. Duan Shengkui finally established the Burma-Yunnan Anti-Japanese War Museum in Heshun in 2005, receiving millions of tourists every year, reminding people to face up to this originally vague history of the Anti-Japanese War.

Song Yi believed that he did not have the energy to collect wars, nor did he think that he could do better than him, but since he came here, he could help him do his best to fulfill his responsibilities. This also made him deeply realize how difficult it is for collectors without financial support to go along a road.

For decades, there have been too few people who are willing to listen carefully to veterans like Fang Shixun, and even their children are unwilling to listen. During several movements, they were afraid of being implicated and even dared not mention it.

Fang Shixun's long-closed memory slowly unfolded. He talked about the scene during the Anti-Japanese War in Burma and Yunnan, the harsh environment and the fierce war between the cunning enemies. Fang Shixun burst into tears as he talked about. When talking about the domestic movements later, Fang Shixun had more feelings. Many of his comrades who fought together in blood could not survive.

Although Song Yi has heard too much, he is still extremely moved in his heart. He just doesn't show it. He just listens quietly to his memories that are about to be obscured in history. Perhaps only this saber will not forget his history. This is the real meaning of collecting. It is not how valuable they are, but their real value, so that people can recognize history. For Song Yi, some things do not have to be done in person, such as collecting wars, and he has a better way.

Su Mei is different. In the Fang family, she received a profound patriotic education. The woman's heart is already sensitive. Judging from Fang Shixun's appearance, her pearly tears rolled down. When he heard that when the tension was intense, he held Song Yi's hand hard and refused to let go. After going out, he still complained that Song Yi made her cry and make a fool of herself.

Su Mei's charming appearance with pear blossoms and rain has a unique charm, but Song Yi naturally wouldn't say it at this time. He held her hand and said, "So we should cherish our current life more, right!"

Su Mei stared at his firm face and nodded vigorously.
Chapter completed!