The Cambodian was not good at Chinese. He just smiled when he looked at Zong Hang, and he had to come over to explain.

What I said is indeed Yi Sa.

Zong Hang would never have imagined such a life.

This tuk-tuk bar is hers. Cambodians just charter and share the accounts with her regularly. Not only the tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-t

This is far more than that.

It is said that she went up the Mekong River to Laos and Vietnam, and her landing business was spread all over her landing business. She signed her leases throughout the river basin like a transnational landing woman with all her eyes. Moreover, unlike those rich people who bought and built roads with big money, she did all small businesses.

That kind of small business that ordinary people may not like.

For example, buy fishing nets for Lao fishermen who catch piranhas in the torrents, buy a full set of cooking pots and raw materials for the old woman selling rice noodles in the Vietnamese floating market, and provide used cars for hunters who enter the jungle of the Cambodia-Thailand border to catch wolf spiders. It is not a gift, but it is all considered leased and divided.

So she never stayed in the same place for a long time because she had to collect rent. Her chartered land was blooming all over the world, waiting for her to count the money - sometimes she received the money, sometimes she took back the fish or other equivalents, and after selling it, she continued to sign a new chartered landing.

Zong Hangru listened to the fantasy, but deep down in his heart, he suddenly developed a certain desire for Yi Sa.

That kind of yearning that you know you will never achieve in this life.

He was stunned for a while and asked Apa: "What does that wavy line mean?"

Apa's face showed another fishy smile.

He said, he asked the Cambodian, if this Isa has a good temper, is he harsh to treat tenants?

Cambodians thought about it and drew pictures to answer.

A simple summary is, don’t be fooled by her face and smile. This Yi Sa is actually quite emotional, but this emotionality is not unpredictable and has rules to follow.

According to his long-term observation and discussion with other tenants, Isa will have a few days a month, with a gradually irritable temper, a sarcastic and sarcastic person, looking at who is wrong and who is unlucky.

Then the approximate date of the last time and the predicted date of this time were marked. Fortunately, I just avoided it, but the next person who paid the rent would be unlucky.

Apa looked at the curve, his heart suddenly opened and said, "Did she have that one on her body in those days?"

So he laughed with the Cambodians, and the handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old had a look of a stingy face.

Zong Hang disliked him: "Is it shameless? Discuss something like this of a girl!"

His disgusting eyes passed by the paper, and he didn't think about it, but he remembered the date.

After thinking about it for a moment, it seemed that the day I was beaten was really in that trough period.

...

On the way back, Zong Hang was still trapped in an unreal trance, pulling Apa to talk to Yi Sa--

"You said, can she make money like this?"

Even if there is a share of the small business, how much can it be lost? She still has to cross-border travel. Although Southeast Asian countries are not big, Cambodia is only about the same size as China Guangxi, but she can't resist running often...

"Are she a woman, isn't she afraid of something wrong?"

I heard that many places in Southeast Asia are quite chaotic, such as the border jungle. If someone has bad intentions to harm her, she will die in a mess.

"Someone must be covering her behind her, right?"

If you don’t have a backer, you have to have a gang, and you have to be versatile and compete with each other.

Unfortunately, Apa was not curious about Yi Sa: "Young Master, you care about her. How complicated is this kind of person? It's better to stay away from it."

Yes, Zong Hang felt lost.

He lives an ordinary life, so he often dreams of meeting legendary, marginal, cool-looking characters. Now he suddenly feels that the problem is not the opportunity, but who he is: a strong wind blowing towards those portraits will not bring him to dance even if it blows.

He is not a big kite that can ride the wind to the nine heavens, but just a newspaper that is pasted on the window. When the wind passes, he will shake excitedly for a while, and then continue to paste on the window.

Zong Hang sighed.

***

The next day, I was still woken up by the room delivery.

After dinner, I went downstairs to stroll, swayed from the front desk hall to the garden, and finally to Long Song's office.

It was a large office, with administrative personnel coming in and out, and the phone ringing sounds came one after another. Long Song called Zong Hang to sit down at a table, took a photo of him looking at the documents at his desk, and planned to send it to Zong Bisheng as he calculated the day.

Zong Hang was embarrassed because he had made too many fakes and told Long Songti that he might resume his normal internship as soon as possible and stay in the house and he would be sick.

Long Song sighed relieved. He was also ashamed that he would win so much.

He pointed to the table where Zong Hang sat: "Or start from tomorrow and get familiar with administration."

I don’t know what the administration is busy with, Zong Hang flipped through the documents on the table, and several of them were statistics lists of guests, but each one was only seven or eight people. The place names, Khmer and English printed on it.

He read the one at the top: "Prik...to..."

Long Song explained to him that this is a car service provided by the hotel. Some customers don’t like to take a tutu car. They think they are too shy and timid, so they dare not go out alone. They like to sign up for the daily tour itinerary arranged by the hotel. They count the guests who are going to travel every day, and the document is today.

Then ask him: "Do you like watching birds?"

That one was signed up to go to the Prettor Bird Reserve. He left in the afternoon. Long Song felt that if Zonghang was interested, he could bring him along.

He actually asked him if he liked "looking at birds". Zong Hang thought of the dirty jokes about "birds" by those bad friends in China, and almost twitched in his smile.

Long Song's Chinese has not improved to this extent. Of course, he thought he didn't like it, so he pointed to the one below: "There are people who go to the water village, are you interested?"

Zong Hang said: "I'm fainted on the boat, I won't..."

He suddenly reacted.

Didn’t Yi Sa charter a small cruise ship in the water village? She collected the rent in Siem Reap and left. Where did she go?

The next rent collection point? The Shuishang Village seems to be close to Siem Reap, and I want to meet her by chance, so she can't stay anywhere for long.

He said, "...I don't mind going for a walk."

When he said this, he smiled at Long Song, just like when he first met, his lips and eyebrows were curved.

Long Song also laughed so much that he forgot to investigate the logic between his previous and next sentences.

Zong Hang is now intoxicated by Yi Sa like a star chasing star.

That's right, he won't have a chance to dance with the wind in his life, but he can let the strong wind blow him for a while.

***

In the afternoon, accompanied by Apa, Zong Hang sat on a load of small faces and headed towards the water village on Tonle Sap Lake.

Tonle Sap Lake is the largest freshwater lake in Southeast Asia. It passes through the river and enters the Mekong River. From the map, it looks like a big tumor growing on the thin intestine.

The magical thing is that the Mekong River water level is low most of the year, and Tonle Sap Lake is its supply lake. The lake water continues to pour in, allowing the Mekong River to be abundant, grow and continue to flow downstream.

But in the rainy season, heavy rains throughout Southeast Asia were pouring into the Mekong River, which caused its water level to soar, far higher than the Tonle Sap Lake - following the law of "water flows to the lower places", a large amount of river water flowed back, which was a repaid with a drop of water.

It sounds a bit unbelievable, but the backflow of river water can make the area of ​​Tonle Sap Lake soar four times. Usually, the water of Tonle Sap Lake Lake Lake is one meter deep, but it can reach more than ten meters deep at this time. The villages that live in the dry season are now full of oceans.

It is also because of this that the water villages on the banks of Tonlissa Lake were born: many houses are tall buildings supported by bamboo poles. When the water rises, the water floods one meter and one meter of the water over the bamboo poles, and under the bed, causing slippers to float around the house; or simply live in a boathouse for easy movement, build a stove on the boat, raise pigs, and grow vegetable gardens.

...

The guests were basically Chinese, and they were accompanied by a Chinese tour guide. After the tour guide explained, Zong Hang learned that there were many water villages on Tonle Sap Lake. The one I went to today was the most commercial and well-known one.

Zong Hang felt a little Jiujiu: Will Yi Sa’s small cruise ship be packaged in this water village? It should be, the most commercial and well-known means that the most customers are the most profitable...

When I arrived at the place, I was a little stunned.

The scale is too large, with all kinds of people, and the boat docks are crowded with people. The small cruise ships on the dock are simply flowing and running, leaving as they are full of people. The sound of the engine roars, and the simple propellers stir up the turbid water flow and shuttle back and forth in the river.

This was much different from what he imagined. In his imagination, it should be like "a vast and endless" like Dongting Lake. Yi Sa stood at the bow of the boat, his hair was blown by the wind, and raised his hand to block the slightly dazzling sunshine.

Anyway, it's a scene with a bit of fairy spirit.

Where can I find someone to go? The chance of meeting is too low. In addition, I was pushed and shoved by someone as soon as I got off the car. The compatriots who squeezed him behind him should be from Shanghai: "Nong Niang drives it so hard, mom-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

The people in the car were huddled up to a small cruise ship, and Apa urged him: "Young Master, go quickly."

Zong Hang said: "I'm silly on the boat."

I was in a state of no mood and couldn't get excited, so I was stunned by the boat.

If it weren't for seeing him as the young master, Apa really wanted to jump: Who would you go to Angkor Wat to sleep and come to Shuishang Village to seasickness.

If Zong Hang doesn't take a boat, it's hard for Apa to go by himself. Long Song instructed him: The first day he played with him, Zong Hang was almost crippled. If something happened again this time, you can do it.

So he sat with Zong Hang on the shore, watching the small cruise ship drive in and out, and by the way, he talked to the children who were rowing the bathtub as the boat. Zong Hang was a landslide, and he couldn't understand it. In addition, he couldn't understand it. Finally, he patted his butt and walked to the height of the embankment to watch another group of children playing games.

Due to limited material conditions, there are almost no decent toys here, but this does not prevent children from using local materials and enjoying themselves.

Zong Hang observed for a while and basically figured out the way to play the "slipper throwing" game: the children chose a place, put down a small banknote pressed by a small stone, then ran away ten meters away, one after another, sticking out their butts, holding the shoes pulled off from their feet, most of them were slippers, aiming at the target, and then throwing them.

Whoever hits the money first will belong to whom.

However, slippers are too easy to fly, and the children are not accurate in their heads. They go up to the sky and down to the sky.

Zong Hang laughed loudly when he saw it.

The children here have seen many tourists, so they are not afraid of being angry, so they make gestures to invite Zong Hang to play together.

Just play, Zong Hang was intrigued, took out two pieces and one-sized knife to join the team, then lined up, took off one of his feet and put on a cool white basketball shoes.

It was his turn, and the children clamored in unison, hoping that he would miss it.

Zong Hang was originally determined to win the championship, but he changed his mind when he took off his shoes: he lost two dollars, which was just a cup of milk tea, but for the children, it was a big income and enough to have fun for a day or two.

Forget it, give someone a rose and the fragrance lingers on your hands, so give your good luck to others and let the children remember him, a handsome Chinese brother.

He swung his wrist and his shoes flew out, and he would fly to the high house according to the momentum.

The children saw that he was definitely not hit, so they clamored in unison and turned into excitement, and the next second turned into exclamation.

There was a young woman who was lying down on the phone and turned out from behind the high-rise building.

Yi Sa.

The direction she came out was so tricky, and it was almost perfectly matched with the trajectory of her shoes flying away.
Chapter completed!