Chapter 1125
This man was a bit of a tiger, so I lit a cigarette for him and asked him if he knew where to go up the mountain? Go to the village in the mountains.
He smoked the pipe: "I told you that the road is open, but this land is mine! I discovered it!"
"Don't worry, brother, we won't take your territory." I said.
"That's pretty much it," he pointed to the north side of the ditch and said, "Have you seen that platform?"
"I saw it."
"That earthen platform is called the Army Pointing Platform. I ordered troops there two thousand years ago. No, I was wrong. It was Liu Bang who ordered troops there two thousand years ago."
Good guy, I was shocked. I thought you had lived for two thousand years.
He pointed the way and said: "There is a tree around the earth platform. If you go up the small slope under the tree, you can go up to the village on the mountain."
"Thank you very much. If you don't bother me, brother, you will make a fortune."
The man waved his hand and continued digging along the ditch.
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"Brother Yu, please walk slowly and wait for me."
"Come on, Yunfeng, what time is it? Find someone to buy two good shovels and go back. Maybe you want to spend the night in the mountains."
I suspected that there had been a mudslide or something here before. The road was very difficult. I gasped and said, "Brother Yu, how about you carry me up the mountain?"
"Get out of here, you are a big man and you have your own feet, how dare you let me carry you?"
I jokingly went up to the mountain and looked around, seeing a desolate scene.
I frowned and thought, "Can anyone live in this place? I'm afraid it would be too shabby for the beggars."
This place used to be a village. There was not a single house in sight, and there was no life at all.
There are weeds, moss-covered bricks, and some houses are so dilapidated that only a door frame is left standing there.
Let alone electricity, it looks like it is difficult to get water and water here. How could anyone want to live here alone?
Sure enough, as Mr. Li said, this guy named Lao Xie is a bit "evil" and doesn't play according to common sense.
"How much cash do we bring, Brother Yu?"
"I brought more than six thousand with me."
"That should be enough. Just buy a few shovels. Let's go look for them."
Entering the dilapidated village, I searched from house to house to see where anyone had lived.
We walked straight in and when we approached the west end of the deserted village, we saw an old man holding a cigarette in his right hand and blowing on a fire to make a fire.
"uncle!"
After shouting, Brother Yu and I ran over quickly.
"Uncle, where are you living and cooking?"
The old man wore a yellow vest and had gray hair. He was about 1.6 meters tall and as skinny as a monkey. His fingernails had turned yellow from smoking cigarettes all year round.
"What can I do?" the old man asked.
"Excuse me, are you Kong Laoxie? We were introduced to a man named Kong Laoxie on the mountain to buy something."
The old man said: "I am Kong Laoxie. I can buy whatever I want."
Asking knowingly.
I didn't say these four words, but said with a smile: "Old man, if you spin it into the ground and know it for thousands of years, people will judge both good and evil. I will buy this thing."
The thin old man in the yellow vest shrank his cheeks, took a puff of his cigarette, pointed at me and said, "You rotten boy, you can also write poetry."
Damn it, what does rotten skin mean? I don’t think it’s a good word.
"Shovel, please leave as soon as possible." He said no and drove us away.
I said I would give the money, and immediately took the thick envelope from Brother Yu's hand. I took it out, shook it fearfully and said, "Money, I'll give it to you, Mommy."
The old man didn't even look at the thousands of dollars in my hand. He glared and scolded me: "Yeah! You rotten boy, you see what you can do, get over here and get fucked." (It means get out of here)
He really lives up to his name. No wonder he is called Lao Xie. He is really evil and doesn’t want our money.
At this time, Brother Yu frowned and said: "Master, we are from the Mangshan Archaeological Team. I heard that you are good at craftsmanship, so we bought it for the archaeological team. Why are you scolding me?"
"Yeah? Could it be from the archaeological team?"
The old man said with disbelief: "If I could be in the archaeological team, I would be the mayor."
After grinding for a long time, nothing worked. The old man said that he didn't have a shovel to sell to us and he didn't know how to do it himself.
