If this is the case, one more woman at home is equivalent to adding a helper to her eldest wife, and she will be less tired.

Tang Han even suspected that the eldest wife would not only not object to the number of men marrying more men, but on the contrary, she might encourage her husband to marry as many wives as possible to increase the labor force and reduce her labor burden.

Think about the women in Burmese who work together during the day, sleep in the same bed at night, and build friendship and trust in labor without having to be jealous. This relationship must be close.

After hearing Uncle Gen introduce the marriage customs of Burmese, Tang Han suddenly thought of a question and asked: "No, Uncle Gen, if you follow what you said, you should be the one who takes care of your children at home now, and you should be the one who makes money from three aunts? You just said that you were teasing me, right?"

Uncle Gen sighed and said, "I didn't tease you. Normally, it should be like you said, but my three wives are gone."

Tang Han asked in surprise: "It's gone? Depending on your age, the three aunts shouldn't be particularly old, why are they gone?"

Uncle Gen sighed again, "They...ah... I won't say it anymore. Anyway, the place in Burma is too messy. You should be careful in the future. This place is not as good as China. Everyone has a knife and a gun is not new. Everyone has it, but there is no law."

Tang Han understood. It seemed that Uncle Gen’s three wives were not normal. He had heard of Burmese chaos before, but he never thought that it would be like this.

"Uncle Gen, since all three aunts are gone, you can go back to China and I can find you a job to support you."

Tang Han still has a good impression of the honest and enthusiastic Uncle Gen.

"I think so, but I have a daughter who goes to college in Myanmar. She is now my only relative.

Longmen is very chaotic, no one dies than a cat or dog dies in China.

The reason why I set up a stall here is for my daughter's tuition. Although Longmen is chaotic, the traffic is still large and I can make a lot of money every day. If I keep the broken land at home, I can't afford a college student at all.

My daughter is very beautiful. She is already in her junior year this year. When she graduates, we will go back to China together. I am about to be sixty and I don’t want to stay in this ghost place and be afraid. Even if I die, I will have to return to my roots. China is my home."

Uncle Gen felt very moved when he spoke. He seemed to be very sad opposite him and felt very homesick.

"I'm in Jiangnan City. If Uncle Gen goes back, he can go to Hanxuan Medicinal Food Flour to find me."

"Jiangnan is a good place. When I return to China, I will definitely go to find you."

"Uncle Gen, the dragon gate is so messy, you should pay more attention to safety."

"It's okay, don't worry about me, I have this."

Uncle Gen said as he held up a jade Guanyin pendant from his chest. He said confidently: "I, a Bodhisattva, have been enlightened by a monk, so all three wives are gone, but I have nothing to do."

Tang Han glanced at Uncle Gen's pendant, and there was no spiritual energy at all. He looked like he had shined light. It was a fool at first glance. But it was hard for him to expose it, after all, this was Uncle Gen's spiritual sustenance.

At this time, Tang Han had eaten all the noodles in the bowl and asked, "Uncle Gen, let me ask, where are the medicinal materials sold nearby, or where are the medicinal materials produced?"

Uncle Gen said: "Although the Burmese land is very messy, the medicinal materials are good and they are all wild. Just come here to buy medicinal materials.

Walk thirty kilometers from here, there is a Wild Man Mountain, which is full of medicinal materials. There is a large-scale medicinal materials market at the foot of the mountain. Just go there.

After buying the medicinal materials, let’s leave immediately. It’s so messy here.”

As soon as Uncle Gen finished speaking, a noise came. Tang Han looked back according to the sound and saw that the two gangs had already started fighting across the market. Two people with lottery ran towards this side.

Behind them were seven or eight people holding long swords chasing each other.

Tang Han looked at the two gangs who were constantly fighting and thought that Uncle Gen could survive in this place and was not disabled yet. Sure enough, good luck, no wonder he believed in the fake pendant.

Uncle Gen immediately shouted, "Don't look at that kid, as it's easy to get into trouble. This kind of thing happens every day, if you don't look at it, it's okay, they won't call you."

Tang Han nodded and turned around. Although he didn't take this small scene seriously, it would be better to have less trouble.

Uncle Gen’s wish is good, but the facts are not satisfactory. The two people in front just ran to Uncle Gen’s noodle stall and were caught up by the people behind.

One of the young men with an injured arm was kicked in the back of the man with a knife from behind and directly hit Tang Han's table.

Tang Han frowned. The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind continued. He turned sideways and kicked the man away with one kick.

"Boy, get out of here quickly. Didn't you see Blue Eagle helping you do things here?"

The few people who were chasing each other looked at Tang Han. The man in charge raised his feet and kicked Uncle Gen's stove. The iron pot of noodles was poured on the ground, and the soup was sprinkled everywhere.

Originally, Tang Han had just eaten two bowls of Dandan noodles and was very happy to chat with Uncle Gen, but he didn't expect that these people would completely get rid of the good mood.

He stood up and walked to the noodle pot that fell on the ground. There was still some soup that had not been sprinkled clean in the pot. He grabbed the noodle pot and walked towards the man.

The man was still surprised at how Tang Han grabbed the hot noodles pot. Tang Han raised his hand and pressed the iron pot hard on his head, shouting: "So what if I don't get out of here?"

"Ah..." The man screamed. Although there was not much soup left in the pot, it was enough to make his head burn and his flesh burst.

"Come on me, kill this bastard..."

The man screamed.

The six or seven people behind him no longer care about the man who had just been chased and rushed towards Tang Han with their swords.

Tang Han saw these little fish and shrimps. He kicked them out several times, and all of them flew out.

The man with scalded skin and flesh looked at Tang Han in horror. He didn't dare to step forward at all. Instead, he slowly retreated, knowing that he had hit the iron plate this time.

"Boy, you dare to fight Blue Eagle people, just wait for death."

The man felt that he was far enough from Tang Han and made a few harsh words.

But before he could finish speaking, Tang Han had already arrived in front of him and slapped him in the face.

The man was beaten two or three meters away, and a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth was spit out.

He glanced at Tang Han in horror, and never dared to speak again. He got up and ran away.

Uncle Gen didn't expect Tang Han to be so good. He looked at him admirably, then stepped forward and said, "That kid, you just hit the Blue Eagle Gang, you can run away quickly, and you won't be able to leave when there are too many people in them."

In his opinion, even if Tang Han can fight, it will be limited, and it is impossible for him to beat the Blue Eagle Gang.
Chapter completed!