The road conditions in Vietnam are very poor. The streets are crowded with people and motorcycles are rampant. Fortunately, our punctual driving skills are excellent, so we can dash left and right in the turbulence. There are reports that Vietnam is a country where the poor are poor and the people are rich, and the government facilities are very poor. Today's arrival

I have seen Vietnam. The construction of roads, bridges, etc. in Vietnam is very poor, and it looks like it will collapse at any time.

As soon as the jeep started running, it made jingling noises all over its body. Qiangzi thought it might have lost its tires or something else during the run.

The punctual team honked the horn and said, "No, this car has been with me for more than ten years. It's pretty good!"

We were so dizzy from the bumps along the way that we almost vomited out the rice noodles we had eaten in the morning. We left Hanoi early in the morning, and it was already dark when we arrived at Hoa Binh City. Hoa Binh City is a small city in Vietnam. It is so small that it is very small.

It's like a small town, dark and dark.

He drove the car into an alley on time, "Okay! We're finally here!" As he said that, he honked the horn three times. The sound of the horn was very hoarse. Qiangzi laughed and said that the car must have a cold. I rubbed it.

I rubbed my nose and realized that I seemed to have really caught a cold. Even the windows of that old jeep were in pieces, causing me to feel the cold wind all day long.

I saw a big red lantern rising from the wall, and then he got out of the car on time and chatted in Vietnamese for a long time. We asked him what he said, and he said it was a code. I wiped it.

Wiping away the cold sweat, what era are we in, and we still know the secret code?

The door of the small courtyard opened with a creak, and a shirtless bald man came out with slippers on and welcomed us in with a smile on his face.

There is a table of wine and food in the center of the small courtyard, which seems to be specially prepared for us. A Vietnamese woman is busy in the kitchen, she must be the woman of the bald man.

After running around for a day, we were all a little hungry. Since we didn’t understand the language, we didn’t have much communication. We just worked hard. Punctual Hand sat next to him as a translator, chirping a few words to the bald man, and then turned around to translate again.

into Chinese.

The clock hand told me that the bald man’s surname was Li, and everyone called him Bald Li. The Vietnamese people’s surnames are basically the same as those of the Chinese. Their most common surnames are Ruan, Li, Chen, Li, Huang, etc. This Bald Li is
Chapter completed!