"Abloha Village, Butuo County, Daliang Mountain, come quickly!"

After sending this text message, the sloppy Taoist priest became silent again.

When I saw this text message, I was a little confused.

Abloha Village? What is this place?

The sloppy Taoist priest is so wild that he wanders around all day long, and the earth can hardly accommodate him.

Just when I called to ask specifically what the situation was, the dog turned off.

I couldn't help it, my curiosity was immediately aroused by him, but I didn't feel at ease even if I went over to take a look.

The key point is that the sloppy Taoist priest told me that he wanted to make a lot of money, so who would be dissatisfied with how much money he has?

I originally planned to go back to Yanbei today, and will go directly back to my hometown in Ludi after a few days.

Boss Jing and his son were ready to take us to the airport. I grabbed Boss Jing and asked, "Boss Jing, do you know there is a place called Butuo County in Daliang Mountain?"

"I've heard that it seems to be one of the poorest counties in China. I passed by there when I was doing business."

When Boss Jing said this, I cursed the sloppy Taoist priest in my heart. This dog must have tricked me again. How can such a poor place make a fortune?

But I still asked Boss Jing to take us to the airport, and we went directly to Sichuan Province. I wanted to see what the sloppy Taoist priest was up to.

After bidding farewell to Boss Jing and his son, we got on the plane and arrived in Sichuan Province that afternoon. Then we traveled all the way. By the time we arrived at Butuo County, it was already dark.

After arriving in this county, I specifically asked someone to do some popular science.

Only then did I learn that Butuo County is a county where Adu, a Yi ethnic group, lives.

Butuo is also called Jilabute, which is the transliteration of "Bute" in Yi language. 'Bu' means hedgehog and 'Te' refers to pine tree. It is translated as a place with hedgehogs and pine trees. The most famous place here is the Torch Festival.

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Butuo County is not a big city and is separated from southern Yunnan by the Jinsha River.

There are no particularly tall buildings in the entire county, and it is surrounded by mountains. Because it was dark, there was no view of the scenery.

Uncle Huzi checked it out and found out that the Abloha village that the sloppy Taoist mentioned was still some distance away from Butuo County. Even if we set out early tomorrow morning, we would probably not be able to reach it until dark, mainly because of the roads there.

If there is no way, we have to climb over mountains and ridges, and the road is very difficult.

We don’t know what the sloppy Taoist priest is thinking and why he came to such a remote place.

Uncle Huzi and I stayed in Butuo County for one night, and set off directly early the next morning to go to the village that the sloppy Taoist mentioned.

But I never expected that it would be so difficult to walk here. No wonder the great poet Li Bai said that the road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to reach the sky.

That's really what happened.

The Abuloha village that the sloppy Taoist talked about is located in the hinterland of Daliang Mountain, deep in the Jinsha River Canyon. The terrain is steep and has been inaccessible to people for thousands of years.

At first, Uncle Hu Zi and I were in the car, and the journey was so bumpy that we almost lost all the food we had last night.

Uncle Hu Zi seemed to be in high spirits, but actually found it very interesting.

But there is no traffic going further, so we can only walk. There are huge mountains in front of us. Uncle Hu Zi and I both broke our legs. We walked for more than three hours and climbed several mountains. Now Hu Zi and I broke our legs.

Uncle Zi couldn't be happier. What was even more frightening was that when we came to the edge of the Jinsha River, there was also a zipline, which was a rope spanning both sides of the Jinsha River. Below was the rolling river water. Once we fell, the body would be

None can be found.

Fortunately for me, I am a practitioner after all, but Uncle Huzi is still afraid of heights. After my repeated persuasion and encouragement that he would make a lot of money, Uncle Huzi had the courage to get on the zipline and screamed.

Crossed the shore.

In order to make big money, Uncle Hu Zi also worked hard.

This journey is really more difficult than Monk Tang’s study of Buddhist scriptures. If there is not much money, I will definitely beat out the sloppy Taoist priest.

If it can't be beaten out, it can be considered as clean.

After crossing the Jinsha River, Uncle Hu Zi and I walked for more than two hours before finally arriving at the village.

When we saw the scene in that village, Uncle Hu Zi and I were dumbfounded.

This village is really indescribably poor.

There are hundreds of households in the whole village, and almost every household has a mud house, which is worse than Jiushan Village twenty years ago.

As soon as I saw this situation, I knew that I must have been tricked by a sloppy Taoist priest. How could I expect to make a fortune in this situation? It was just a joke.

Uncle Hu Zi felt like he was about to cry without tears: "Master... we have gone through a lot of hardships, and I almost fell into the Jinsha River to feed the fish. This place is so poor that even mice have to wipe their tears when they come.

How can I make a fortune?"

"Let's go find that bitch and see what his motive is for deceiving us here."

With that said, Uncle Hu Zi and I quickened our pace and walked towards the village.

The sights I saw along the way made my heart freeze again.

There are no young people in this village, only old men and women, and many children with dark faces and sallow skin.

The older child is more than ten years old. He is holding the child in his arms and holding a...??m

At first glance, it seems that the older sister is taking care of her younger siblings, with the older child taking care of the younger one.

"Master, why are there no young people in this village, why are they all old people and children?" Uncle Huzi asked in confusion.

"I must have gone out to work. This place is poor and poor. If I don't go out to make money, I will starve to death." I sighed and said.

The two of us walked along the rugged path for two to three hundred meters when we heard the sound of children playing.

Soon, we saw a familiar figure among the group of children. After a closer look, we saw that it was the sloppy Taoist priest.

Uncle Hu Zi and I both had the urge to rush over and strangle him to death.

But I soon calmed down.

Because I saw a lot of food and drink and a lot of new clothes placed around the sloppy Taoist priest, piled up into a small mountain.

There were hundreds of children in the group, and they surrounded the slovenly Taoist priest in a small square in the village.

"Uncle Ronaldinho, can you give me something to eat?"

"Uncle Ronaldinho, I want that..."

A group of children rushed to stand next to the sloppy Taoist priest, and all of them stretched out their little black hands.

"Don't worry, don't worry, uncle, there are plenty of them here, everyone has them..."

As the sloppy Taoist priest spoke, he handed sets of brand new clothes to the hands of the children.

Uncle Hu Zi and I looked at each other and immediately walked towards the sloppy Taoist priest.

The sloppy Taoist priest turned his head to look at Uncle Huzi and me, and grinned: "You are here, don't be idle, hurry up and help me distribute all these things."
Chapter completed!