The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

"Mr. Jiang, what was written above?" Deng Jian leaned up.

All the way to the west, it was bitter.

Deng Jian wanted to cry.

Formerly a slave in the Fang family, although a teenager always disgusted himself, but at least there was comfortable, but came here, Deng Jian became black and thin.

This way, I wanted to cry, cried out, and wanted to cry again, and the tears were all over my face, but the tears were drained and I realized that it did n’t make sense, because the way to rush was still to be rushed. , Wearing a star and wearing a moon, with snow on his head, wrapped in a cloak, could not stand the freezing, but he still felt ... used to it.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly: "There is nothing, but only some inscriptions, what is recorded inside are all old things."

Deng Jian said with emotion: "I see those grandfathers who have made achievements, they will build stone squares, inscribe inscriptions, and record their achievements. Master is such a great person. He already has three stone squares. I think he will There are seven. "

Jiang Chen avoided talking about these issues.

Because these inscriptions do indeed record achievements, but these achievements, but the past, except for myself, seeing this great victory here, so that the Ming army stationed here to stay behind, and established a flat guard here , What's left? It's just yellow sand everywhere.

"Tomorrow we will go into the mountains."

"Oh." Deng Jian nodded noddingly.

Jiang Chen stared at Deng Jian: "It will be very hard, you have to be prepared."

"Oh." Deng Jian nodded again.

That night, Deng Jian cried, hiding in his tent and washing his face with tears.

He really did n’t want to come here. Although the young master was usually bad to himself, but his life was good, he still wanted to marry a mother-in-law and have a baby, how come she came here, here is cold Freezing, no people, God knows whether he will meet the Tatars, he whimpered, sobbing constantly, the young master seems to want himself, but he can do nothing but take care of the young master.

He secretly hurt himself, crying, crying, with tears, wrapped in quilt and slept.

The next day went up the mountain.

The mountains here are different from the mountains in the Kwanai. They are bare, and the snow has stopped, but it is muddy, and there are almost no tall trees above them. At most, they are just some shrubs.

The location marked by Fang Jifan is very general. It is not easy to find the veins.

Some coal mine workers open their way. They are very experienced in digging rocks. They have already prepared picks and walked freely on the hills.

The rocky mountains and the snow on the mountainside began to increase. This aimless search is really a needle in a haystack.

But since Du Wei had orders, no one dared to idle, they had travelled thousands of miles, and there was no reason to return empty-handed. As a result, the people spread out in groups of three or five, one mountain, one mountain trying to dig.

Jiang Chen let people build a simple camp in the mountains. Everyone took the dry food in the daytime and went out separately. Each of them took a compass and marked the location of the camp. Then, they collected the rocks from nearby places.

For more than half a month, almost everyone was exhausted.

The dry food brought is almost finished.

But Jiang Chen was not reconciled. He set off daily and returned only at night, day after day.

For him, although exploration is boring, as long as the teacher says there are mineral veins, then he has to find out, because he is a student of Fang Jifan, and Fang Jifan's student will never go back empty-handed.

He sent people down the mountain to buy food in Lanzhou City, a hundred miles away. The people who could go did not come back, so he had to go in person. On the way, he saw the person he had sent before. This person was A few guide men he hired himself, but now his clothes have been stripped away. His horses and money and food are all gone. The whole person is hanging under a bare tree and froze to death. .

There are Tatars ...

Jiang Chen was not surprised. He put the person down from the tree, dug a pit, buried it, and marked it. He stared at a stick inserted in the tomb and stood for a long time. go with.

After more than a month, the people in the camp had almost exhausted all their strength. The snow was getting stronger and stronger. The nearby mountains became snow mountains. People became more and more silent. Yesterday , One person slipped and fell off the mountain.

Deng Jian's tears were crying again, and he wanted to go back to Guanguan and dreamed.

On this day, some people could not bear it anymore, and a miner yelled, "There are no mineral veins here. This is deceptive. If there is, why no one has noticed it before. There are Tatars here. Sooner or later, they will find the people here. They will find us, stay here, continue to consume, and die, we will go back. "

Everyone was moved.

Everyone wants to go home.

Deng Jian also almost blurted out, screaming that we should go back.

Only Jiang Chen's face was somber, he yelled, "Can't go back."

"Why, there is nothing here, this **** place." The miner shouted in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Chen quietly wanted to hold the sword handle around his waist, and then he said sharply, "Because the teacher said it."

The word "Guru", Jiang Chen deliberately improved Yinbei, and only the word "Guru" increased the courage to the Jiang Chen disciples. He became more determined: "Do any of you want to live up to my teacher? ? Anyone? "

All of a sudden, those who were about to move, all lowered their heads.

In the eyes of the miners, Jiang Chen's mentor is their kindness. Without it, they are dead.

According to some students who came with Xishan Academy, Jiang Chen's teacher is their teacher. Who dares to bully the teacher and destroy the ancestor?

The roaring miner had no blood on his face. He suddenly covered his face and cried: "There are no veins here. We have found all the hills. They are all stones. There are stones worthless everywhere. "

Jiang Chen said sharply: "Then find it again, even if it is in the crack of the stone, we will find it!"

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Deng Jian thought of his young master.

The farther away from the younger master, the worse his attitude towards himself, the more he forgot. The more, it is the feeling of peace of mind that he is by his side.

Looking at the vast mountains ... he had a feeling of wanting to die.

But he still got his spirits up, yes ... to find out.

Early the next morning, as usual, he carried a bucket and went to the nearby lake to fetch water.

This lake may be the product of rushing into the mountain stream when the Yellow River flooded before, or it may have been created because of the terrain.

Deng Jian, as usual, went to the lake and rolled up his trousers. He thought to himself, he admired Jiang Chen very much. Why is he loyal to the young master? My grandfather ate rice from Fang's house, and so did my father. When I arrived, even if I gave birth to a baby in the future, I still ate rice from Fang's house.

Thinking about it this way, Deng Jian felt ashamed and ashamed. I was not as good as him. Well, next time someone dared to go back, I followed the sword and asked who dared.

When he reached the lake, Deng Jian lifted the bucket. The water on the river bank was turbid. He had to take off his boots and walked into the lake slowly in contentment. He carried the bucket and stepped barefoot into the bitter lake. Stepped into the mud, and then moved forward slowly, walking a few feet, the lake was about to reach his knees, and he was just about to lift the bucket to scoop the water. Let him float in the lake and bend over, holding some water to wash his face.

But when he bent down, suddenly, his body shook.

Under this knee-high lake bed, mixed with mud, there seems to be something ...

Like sand, but not like ...

Deng Jian was so distracted that he rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his arms, and grabbed a handful of mud from the bottom of the lake.

There was a large grain of rice in the silt, and Deng Jian's hand was swept in a sudden. Deng Jian couldn't help grinning his teeth and screamed in his mouth, waiting for him to slowly wipe off the silt on the hard object, an orange with a large grain of orange , It appeared in the eyes of Deng Jian ...

this is……

Deng Jian stayed ...

He no longer cares about the bitter lake ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He carefully observed the size of the rice grain, and in the end, he was almost certain that ... this ... is gold.

Gold ... gold sand!

Deng Jian's head was about to explode, and there was actually sand in the lake water.

He seemed to be crazy, scouring in the lake water, and after a while, he found another one, which was larger and irregular, and his pupils opened, and then, he could n’t care about the bucket anymore, so he climbed ashore.

Found ... gold ...

Here ... there is gold.

You know, in this era, most of the gold mines or rivers and lakes that can dig for gold have basically been rushing for gold from ancient times to the present. After so many years of rushing, the output of this gold has long run out.

But here ... there are so many sands here, here, for thousands of years, I am afraid that no one has found the great value in this lake.

And this is a lake. Maybe it used to be a river, and eventually the lake was formed due to the change in terrain. There are so many golden sands in it. It is very likely that there will be golden veins upstream.

Deng Jian seemed to be crazy, holding Jinsha to the camp, where the rest of the camp was gone, except for the people left behind.

Deng Jian shouted insanely: "Come on, come up with smoke quickly, come on, bring back all the people nearby, I found it, I found gold, haha ​​... it's gold!"

Suddenly, several people who stayed here for cooking and cooking came up one after another. People surrounded Deng Jian, and Deng Jian proudly displayed the sands in his hand. The two sands were exposed in front of everyone.

Make a fortune!

People cheered and jumped up.

Gold, in this pass, where can I find some gold mines, even if there are, after years of mining, the output is almost horribly low.

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