The town of Mengman in the northern part of Myanmar is not far from the border, nestled among mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.
The mine was located not far from the town deep in the mountains; in the morning, the post-rain sunlight was dazzling, the soft muddy roads were like fermenting, emitting the smell of grass roots and cow dung. On the Ancient Tea Horse Road, the bells from horse caravans chimed, sounding like a team of drunks swinging wine bottles.
In the hollow, the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs carried over several mountains; in between, dazzling white tin roofs, thatched huts, and solitary bamboo buildings were nearly swallowed by the green grass and trees; behind the houses, fields of poppies bloomed fiercely.
The foreign border was fraught with unpredictable danger, not a place to linger for long. They had better make it quick, but this public auction had caught both Bai Xiao and Shao Ming's attention, although both were clueless about raw stones.