Tales from the Golden Platform Chapter 20

The purpose of the barn people's reoccupation of the Golden Platform seems to be just for an inexplicable show off: they have regained their lost ground, they are ultimately the victors, and it was ultimately them who took the initiative to evacuate the Golden Platform. As for whether the heavy, shiny gold is in the hands or in the ground, I have long stopped thinking about it.

They looked out in all directions from the golden platform and walked around in a majestic manner. The brother in the barn discovered that although the pit on the west slope had been silted up by mud and rocks, the traces along the edge of the pit were still visible, like a flat pot without a bottom lying on the ground. He called a few people, and after some repairs, the surface of the pit became as smooth as other places. If anyone wants to look for it again, he must survey the entire golden platform carefully. He felt that this was not enough and could not express his wish perfectly, so he wrote a few lines of words on a protruding rock not far from the pit with the pot mozi left by the people in Weizi: [1982 In summer and autumn, Bruno Zhang from Weizi led a thousand people

The gold digger dug a hole hundreds of feet long, only to find three pieces of bluestone and no gold buried there. Future generations will always remember it. 】

He finished writing and looked at it with satisfaction for a long time. Although the text is a bit exaggerated, it cannot serve as a warning without exaggeration. He wants current and future gold maniacs to understand that since thousands of gold diggers have dug hundreds of feet without finding any gold, then they should stop acting rashly. The other barn people stood behind him and praised him for this approach. They feel that even if there is a golden nugget under the pit, the people in the barn will never have the courage and ability to hold it, and if they cannot hold it themselves, they never want others to hold it.

It's time to leave. The sky, which symbolizes loneliness, continues to be filled with pale white snow. Isn’t my hometown also a place where farmland and village roads are covered with snow? The crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs, the rising smoke from cooking stoves, the nagging of women and their silence in the arms of men seem to be very far away, but they are surrounded by their memories with a sweet and warm atmosphere. Going around and around, the call of the local accent comes out, and the monk bird on the eaves has already made a clear and clear sound: "Brother, come, brother, come." Come back, come back, everyone is urging themselves in their hearts. . They originally planned to stay in a stone kiln on the west slope for one night and leave early tomorrow morning. Not now, the heavy snow is forcing people to leave, and there is not much food left. More importantly, there was no firewood on the golden platform, so it was freezing at night, so it was better to spend the night on the road. Of course, Brother Carter still has one overwhelming thing that needs to be done immediately, which is to bring Miss Donkey to him. My brother is paralyzed, and my sister-in-law treats her well. She often says, "When will you get a wife?"