Tales from the Golden Platform Chapter 2

Tangut, the name of a plateau tribe. The tribe disappeared over time, but Tangut was used to refer to the place where the tribe had survived. This place is located to the north of the Kunlun River, south of the Qilian River, adjacent to the Bayan Har Snow Valley to the east and Tanggute Grand Canyon to the west. What a huge wasteland, vast and far away. As with many places in the world, the further you get from populated areas, the more treasure you have. A long time ago, a lonely explorer discovered that there were some sparkling things in the rocky soil of Tangut, so it was also called the Tangut Gold Field. By the way, for some unknown reason, in the biological world, scholars are accustomed to using the word "Tanggut" to refer to the entire Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

It’s unclear when it started, but Tangut Gold Field has a lively summer every year. Thousands of gold diggers came from their hometowns, crossed the Tanggut Gorge, and entered the ancient gold fields. As a result, the empty wilderness of Gujinchang has the temptation of flying in the sky, the human desire flowing underground, and the mist of ecstasy and sorrow spewed out by the adventurers. That year, summer was brought by a bitter and desolate wind. Huangfeng left without even leaving a green shadow behind, and then left wildly. Then came the silent flow of people, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes radiating lust. In an instant, there were tents like white sails on the wasteland, there was the bustle of digging clay, building pots and stoves, and the slowly blowing smoke, and there was the work of occupying land, uncovering land, and digging pits. It was only then that the ancient gold field, which had been silent all winter and spring, cheered up. With its richness and depth, it calmly soothed the bitter faces that were as rough as the landforms, and from time to time teased the expressions on these faces. The surprise and stupidity come. Barn Man is no exception.

After entering the ancient gold field, the barn people found that many good places had been occupied by others, so they had no choice but to walk deeper into the wasteland along the Jiling River that ran through the ancient gold field. When they reached a high platform with mixed earth and rocks, they were very tired and wanted to take a rest. The people behind them hummed to signal shopkeeper Jin who was walking in front to stop. Brother Jin, shopkeeper Granny, looked back at the guys who had a waist but not a leg, cursed something intentionally or unintentionally, and agreed to their request. He kept walking forward, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and shouted: "Red fox, look, there is a red fox in front of you."

Many people stared and looked for a long time without seeing anything. Then they took a deep breath and sat down unsteadily. Only Theo Zhou, who had a beard that looked straight up to the sky, asked curiously: "Where? Why can't I see it?"

"You don't have the spirit." As he said this, the barn brother took out a piece of dry food and threw it forward.

The dry food suddenly disappeared in the air, as if thrown into a bottomless pit, without even a sound of falling. At this time, a flame rose on the top of the rock that people had just glanced at - the red fox's fire-like fluff swayed in the wind, and the dry food was held in its sharp mouth. The guys quickly stood up. Swish, swish, the pieces of dry food flew away like hailstones, and as soon as they fell, the red fox disappeared. They were suddenly so nervous that they didn't dare to express their anger loudly, and their eyes were tilted to express their panic to each other. But the brother in the barn smiled. The puzzling ancient gold fields always have creepy auspicious omens, and he understands this very well. He didn't want the guys to be nervous, so he hummed a children's song from his hometown: [Learn the same, follow the same,

Grandma cut out a shoe pattern.

The shoes are torn off,

Grandma gave me a beating. 】

"Strange! It comes and goes without a trace. I don't know whether it has ascended to heaven or fallen to the earth."

"What's wrong? The gods and ghosts don't agree with you."

"Just pay your bills!" Theo Zhou said again.

Brother Carter smiled proudly, put on an expression of disdain for the wilderness, strode over, and came to the foot of a six-foot-high slope in front of the rock. He also wanted to take a rest, so he took off the pickaxe from his shoulder and threw it forward. With a "bang" sound, the pickaxe knocked down a stone. The stone rolled down and hit Brother Carter's feet, which hurt so much. He raised his foot to kick, and suddenly golden light flashed in front of his eyes. His foot hung in the air for a while, then stepped on the stone again, and his body became motionless. For a moment, his eyes rolled to the side, and when he saw Theo Zhou behind him, he fell to the ground, took off his clothes, bent over and spread it on the ground, and lay down. Suddenly he said something that was inappropriate for his status: "If a living person does not come, a dead person will not stand up." I don't have the strength to leave."

Theo Zhou squatted in front of him, his eyes bright. "I saw it too." He said in a low voice. When he saw the brother in the barn blinking, he immediately changed his words, "That body of yours was drained by wild women."

"If I can't squeeze it out, I won't have you!" Brother Carter used his fingers to lift the soil towards him.

Theo Zhou took a mouthful of dirt and spat at him. One teases and the other spits. The brother in the barn got angry, jumped up and tore Theo Zhou's collar, pulled and pushed him, and kicked him hard when he fell to the ground. Theo Zhou screamed, turned over and picked up the pickaxe.

The guys were excited and clapped their hands to cheer them on: "Jumping around, playing and making noise, sows imitate people's laughter, male dogs also wrestle, wives ask people to hold them, and hanged people have feathers."

The brother in the barn pretended to be frightened and bent over and backed away. Suddenly he rolled up his clothes, hugged her in his arms, and ran away. Theo Zhou threw down his pickaxe and chased after him. The sound of footsteps followed by curses was nothing more than referring to his ancestors and his ancestors. The dust rose and swirled merrily. A crescent-shaped earth beam appeared in front of them. The two ran into Xian Yue's arms one after the other, and sat down facing each other while panting.

"Half for each person." Theo Zhou was so nervous that he didn't dare to open his eyes and said anxiously, shaking his head.

The brother in the barn weighed the piece of placer gold dug out of the ground in his hand:

"It's not worth anything anymore if you break it open. Let's use our conscience and exchange the money for half. If it's a cent less, you'll burn my house down."

Theo Zhou said firmly: "No!"

"Greedy! You have a wooden head and a blind eye. Don't follow me anymore." He stood up to leave. Theo Zhou jumped up and grabbed him tightly.

"Is this a separate place? Come on!" Brother Carter said sternly. The desolate wind came, and the golden sun and the golden earth pushed the two wilderness wanderers onto the high platform and in front of the deep and dark stone kiln on the west side of the platform.

"Smash it!" Theo Zhou patted the smooth bluestone at the entrance of the kiln.

Brother Carter ignored him and walked straight in. Theo Zhou took a few steps to catch up. Suddenly, they were engulfed in blackness. The black color is a soft sponge, stretching comfortably, and then gradually shrinking when someone squeezes it. There are some hairy shady plants on both sides of the kiln. They climb up the kiln wall. After climbing to the top of the kiln, they stretch out their slender and thorny arms and grab people from time to time. Theo Zhou's face was scratched, and he screamed, only to find that the scream attracted more green claws, which spread and curled up in front of his eyes, and the barn brother had long since disappeared and could not even hear him coming. footsteps. Theo Zhou stopped, and then moved back for a while. Feeling that the surroundings were empty and helpless, he hurriedly leaned towards the wall of the kiln lined with pitons. Black was stirred up and down, and the kiln wall suddenly cracked, sucking half of his body in. He felt a huge wet tongue licking him, and he scratched at it with his hands, but was gently picked up by the tongue, causing him to fly into the air and fall down. When he got up and begged the mysterious power in the black for a way to escape, he found a strange-looking figure not far away.

"Brother Carter!" he called softly and fearfully.

The man agreed.

Theo Zhou hurriedly leaned over and grabbed him: "Gold! Share the gold with me!"

His neck was immediately grabbed by a pair of black hands: "Did you find gold?"

The voice was so strange, sinister and sinister, like a ghost. Theo Zhou was so frightened that he was trembling all over. The dark shadow touched him randomly and then left suddenly. He was stunned for a while, and then moved his steps in fear. While he was walking, he was suddenly illuminated by a ray of golden light, causing golden flowers to fly all over his head, and his eyelids drooped down heavily. He quickly covered his face with his hands and realized that he had walked out of the stone kiln. The sun danced heartily, stepping on him step by step. It took him a long time to open his eyes and saw the guys confronting several strangers. The brother in the barn pushed a man with hanging eyes and protruding mouth forward.

"We were here early! We moved into Shiyao three days ago."

"Huh! We lived here thirty years ago." Brother Carter reached out to push again, but the man opened his arm with a snap.

"You want to use martial arts? We people in Weizi have never been convinced by anyone. My name is Bruno Zhang, and I kill people without chopping them up with the third sword."

Weizi people? Are they the Waizi people? Granny brother thought of a pretty girl who lived in Sekireichawa. The gold diggers all said she was a woman from around the world. He looked at Bruno Zhang carefully and said, "I don't even want to come here, I just want you to go away."

The thick eyebrows on Bruno Zhang's hanging eyes trembled a few times, and the hand holding the shovel slowly lifted up. Several other strangers not far away also gathered around him in an aggressive manner.

Brother Carter looked back at the guys behind him who were not prepared to forcefully persuade each other, and said angrily: "Are they all dead people? What are you afraid of? We have the strength in numbers."

Bruno Zhang gritted his teeth tightly, squinted his eyes fiercely, and stared at his brother in the barn, refusing to move his eyes even an inch. At this time, a group of barn people shouted insults, racking their brains to find high-quality dirty words and dirty words. Bruno Zhang couldn't help but take a step back, thinking about how to deal with the insult. Theo Zhou, who was standing at the entrance of the kiln, suddenly screamed: "Fox!"

The red fox that the barn man had just bumped into appeared again, rolling like a fireball on the field, gradually rolling into the distance, flashing the last flame by the Jiling River, and then disappeared. Bruno Zhang felt excited as he watched. I don’t know why, but for a long time, gold hunters have regarded encountering a red fox as a good omen. Bruno Zhang felt that his luck must be very good this year, even though he was provoked by others as soon as he arrived at the ancient gold field. But he was confident, and this self-confidence made him resolutely give up the fight and quickly left with his people.

Bruno Zhang is the golden shopkeeper of Weizi people. Shopkeeper Jin is the leader of a gold mining group on the gold field. This title is used to place a hope: gold will soon come to you in large chunks, and the person in charge of the gold should of course be the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper has absolute authority. Whatever he wants to do, his guys must follow. As he walked, he said to the people around him: "When all our people arrive, we will pluck their heads off one by one."

Those few people immediately agreed, as if they came to the gold field just to have a brutal hand-to-hand fight.

The high platform where the barn people and the weizi people clashed was called the Golden Platform.

The Golden Platform is located on the rocky patchwork belt in the middle of the Tanggute Ancient Gold Field. Looking from the east, it is very steep, with layers of earth and rocks piled up, decorating it with a scary posture, showing off its arrogance and majesty. The two stone cave eyes on the waist are like the nostrils of the Bull Demon King breathing out mist, and they look up to the sky, which is really impressive. To the west of the Golden Platform is a flat slope, spreading out like a woman's long hair, toward the Jiling River and the distant and chaotic horizon. There is also a kiln on top of the long hair. The kiln mouth faces south. It is flat and inlaid with blue light of rocks, like a half-moon-shaped hairpin. A ravine came crookedly from the upper reaches of the Jiling River, headed towards the Golden Platform, and penetrated into the pit on the slope that had been cracked and closed several times.

Of course the people in the barn didn't understand that Bruno Zhang, the manager of the Weizi people, had gone to great lengths to build this pit. The people from Weizi entered the ancient gold field in two groups. The first group of more than ten people, led by Bruno Zhang, ventured across the Tanggute Gorge before the ice and snow melted, and became the first group of people to come to the ancient gold field this summer. Unlike other gold diggers, they had no intention of searching the wasteland for gold sands with high gold content. Their only purpose was to occupy the gold platform. The other group, led by Marshall Shi and Nolan Ning, drove four walking tractors, carrying equipment and explosives, and then slowly advanced, arriving at the ancient gold field that afternoon. As soon as they entered Ji Lingchuan, the gateway to this wild land, they were stopped by people from the gold field management office, who said they wanted to check their luggage to see if they had any guns and ammunition for fighting. Bruno Zhang, who went to greet them, was afraid that the explosives on the tractor would be confiscated, so he reached out to the guys one by one and said that Quan should treat it as the money he borrowed, and he would pay back five yuan for every dollar he borrowed, and he would use gold to offset the debt after autumn. After collecting five hundred yuan, he handed it over to a young man with a scar on his forehead who had the most arrogant attitude towards them. The young man took the money and counted it, but still had no intention of letting it go. He thought it was too little. But there is treasure hidden in the gourd, and even if it exists, it cannot come out. All the guys said that they had no money, unless they stripped off their clothes as collateral. "Torn cotton clothes and trousers, smelly and dirty, who wants them?" Bruno Zhang scolded the guys, then walked up to the young man and said, "If you find gold, you can make up for it with a thousand or eight hundred dollars. Comrade, you are so noble." "

"Who is your comrade?" The young man curled his lips and said with contempt, "You have to look at the target when trying to coax people. I am not a three-year-old baby. You can find gold, but I can't find you."

Zhang Bu thirty-ten fingers clenched his fists with rattling sounds. Hard things come from hard things. Since people insist on causing trouble for him, there is no need for him to shy away from the edge.

"What do you want? Do you want to commit murder?"

"Give me the money back."

"No more gold mining?"

"Taking your Fcuking pussy!"

The young man snorted twice and suddenly smiled playfully: "It's wrong to curse people. You should be more civilized next time you see me. Go your way!"

Bruno Zhang felt that he had suppressed the other party, spat on the ground, turned around and walked away. A man who was watching the fun not far away suddenly walked over quickly and said to Bruno Zhang: "Nothing! I can't even give them the money to wipe my B*tt." He had a thick beard, and his face was rosy and moist. Oil is about to ooze out, and the facial features are desperately expanding in all directions. The openness is like the earth spreading towards the sky. He has a pair of eyes as stubborn and fierce as a vulture. The creases at the corners of his eyes are very thick, and they bend powerfully to the gray temples. He looks like he is lingering in his sixties. But he speaks loudly, walks steadily, and has a free and easy manner that makes him look like a young man with a lot of strength. He left Bruno Zhang, went over to face the scarred young man, and shouted: "Give me the money!"

Seeing this man's posture, the young man felt a little scared. He knew that even though he was the one managing the gold field, once a fight broke out, he would often suffer the loss. There are many outlaws among the gold diggers, and he will never forget that life is the most precious at any time. He looked back at some of his companions, and someone winked at him to make him compromise. He was still hesitating, and Beard grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard, and the five fingers holding the money reluctantly spread out. The bearded man took the money and came to Bruno Zhang. He counted out one hundred and put it in his pocket. He returned the four hundred to Bruno Zhang: "It's not a big deal, I have to support a woman." After that, he stepped forward and stepped forward. Step by step and ride on the wind. The people around looked at him, and several managers looked at him. He was as free and unrestrained as if he were at home. His elegant and unrestrained figure was like a soaring giant eagle in the warm wilderness, his shoulders swinging fearlessly, and he was thrown away by the wild wind of hundreds of miles. Bruno Zhang was a little stupid, thinking why couldn't he show off his beard in front of the guys? He glanced at several managers, hoping they would cause trouble again. But they left in a somewhat embarrassed state. He shook his head regretfully, and said to himself, sorry, there are many opportunities to express yourself.

Bruno Zhang led the Weizi people along the Jiling River and stopped in a birch forest. He excitedly told the guys who came after him that the golden platform had been seized by others, and a real fight was just around the corner. Most of the people in Weizi have had the experience of breaking into the gold field, and they know that conquering with force is the law of the ancient gold field. This law requires that every outstanding gold digger must have the quality to be murderous. As soon as they heard Bruno Zhang's words, they understood that the days of gambling their lives had begun.

This is a dark night. The night is like a river flowing silently, and those hundreds of beating hearts are the bright crystal stones in the flowing waves. Through them, you can see the most primitive and simple part of human nature. There was no longer any worry about the consequences. The wild wilderness gave Bruno Zhang and his people a beautiful place to vent their energy and passion. They set out from the birch forest by the Jiling River and sneaked closer to the barn man's station. In the wilderness, rows of black shadows drifted over a large area.

The barnman's account was built on the gentle slope to the west of the Golden Platform, like a chain forged from black iron that tightly bound the feet of the Golden Platform. This chain is composed of the hard hearts of men. In the halo of the soul, the golden platform is like a wonderful golden woman.

The moon came out and was rubbed round and bright by the pure sky wind. Bruno Zhang stopped, with two blazing lamps stuck in his thin eyelids, repeatedly spreading bright waves towards the team. He waved his hands grandly and imitated a few howls of a fox in heat. This was a signal to stop moving forward. The man's legs were firmly stuck to the ground, and he suppressed his loud breathing, and glanced at Bruno Zhang. They had never been so in sync. The gold field has its own rules, and among the gold diggers there is a kind of restraint of the gold belt and the habit of regarding obedience as a bounden duty. Bruno Zhang walked through the middle of the team and started giving orders. He kept using silent gestures, slashing left and right, drawing a circle, punching the air, and waving with open palms. Everyone nodded, especially understanding that punch: raiding their lair, beating their hearts, and subduing their golden shopkeeper Granny Brother.

According to the method that had been discussed long ago, the people around the area divided into two groups in an orderly manner, and under the cover of night, they moved towards the Golden Platform to outflank them. After a while, Bruno Zhang was heard letting out a roar that only a snow leopard could rival. The people behind him quickly rushed towards the barn man's tent. Another group of people went around to the back of the tent, and burst out shouting: "The sky is falling, the ground is sinking, Grandpa Weizi is knocking on the door; those who want to die, get out, those who don't want to die, come forward, bow and kowtow as you like."

In this deserted place, they were competing in their voices, their savagery, their spirit, each shouting louder than the other. The majestic sound made the tent tremble. The people in the barn put on their clothes and trousers, crowded and rushed outside the tent in the night, asking each other loudly, blinking and peering into the darkness in panic. The barn brother's face suddenly turned pale, he trembled all over, and spat out a string of warnings that the barn people had agreed on in advance: "The wind is coming, the thieves are coming, the tiger is eating the sky! Three families are surrounded by each other, and they are making trouble." The stove is rotten! The rain in the summer, the rice in the vat, come on, come on, protect the mouth of the vat..."

The people in the barn woke up too late. Before they could gather together under the call of shopkeeper Jin, Bruno Zhang took the lead and jumped over, cruelty floating on his face that was red with hot blood. The brother in the barn became anxious, tore open his clothes, showed a short knife slanted on his waist, and used the light of the knife and his eyes to force Bruno Zhang to stop this brutal attack. Bruno Zhang kept his eyes sideways. The light of the knife shone in Brother Carter's rough hands.

"Want to go all out? Playing tricks in front of the King of Hell, the dog is very courageous!"

Bruno Zhang laughed wildly as he spoke, picked up the sharp shovel in his hand, and flew towards his opponent. He missed the first shot and flew out a second time. The short knife in the opponent's hand was released, and his thumb and index finger also flew into the air. The brother in the barn realized that part of his body had been cut off by the shovel, so he took a step forward and shouted: "Fight! Let's fight today!" However, Marshall Shi jumped out from behind Bruno Zhang and pushed him to the ground.

"Barn man, are you still fighting for your life?" Marshall Shi asked.

Brother Carter didn’t have the habit of begging for mercy, so he kept silent, but he didn’t want to struggle. He knew that any foolish move would only increase the danger to his life. In Bruno Zhang's view, not resisting is tantamount to begging for mercy. He jumped over and pushed Marshall Shi aside who was about to kick him violently, and looked down at his brother in the barn: "If you want to survive, don't do anything. If you fight, you will bleed." After that, he shouted to Marshall Shi to give chase. There are other barn people.

The attacking storm stirred up again, and crowds of people gathered around. The heavy night's cloak suddenly cracked, and through the black cracks of stars, blood-red eyes shot out, sweeping directly at the stunned barn dwellers. Neighings that confuse the distinction between humans and animals, countless angular fists, civilized iron tools, and the excited spirit that is always strengthened by the wilderness, gathered into a black brute force, pressing towards the barn people. People in the barn crowded and bumped into each other, stumbling down the slope. But the escape route has been cut off, and what is approaching is still the fierce and unstoppable Weizi people.

Destruction occurs. At this moment, there were several shooting stars in the vast sky moving from darkness to darkness. The blood color on the wasteland is like a bright scar, standing out against the majestic atmosphere. Every groove on Bruno Zhang's face has become straight and deep, his eyebrows are crowded towards his eyes, and the skin and flesh on his cheekbones are piled together desperately. The two barn men who were chopped down by hoe seem to be on his face. Curled up into two flesh worms. He didn't know whose hoe was so accurate and powerful, but he saw two bloody holes on the two young heads. The life crawled in the soil and completed the most complete conversion in an instant. The remnant souls who were too late to ascend had to rely on the magnetism of the earth to swim around the human corpses, murmuring to the sky and praying: "Come and save us!" This voice made Zhang Zhang Bu San had a sudden burst of compassion, as if he was an agent of heaven, with the power to grant others a happy death, and the ability to point out a bumpy road to life. He sucked his belly tight and let out a howl to stop the fighting: "Woo---ah---Woo---ahhh---"

The crowd's shouts became low, the footsteps became chaotic and slow, the black tide stopped rolling, and the night gradually became quiet. It comes and goes in a blink of an eye, this is the character of the gold field war. The people in the barn fled, but the people in the surrounding area did not pursue them. Bruno Zhang understood: Any excessive fighting means a waste of energy and suicide.

Another golden morning. The white sun fades out of the clouds and fog, and the vast land is boundless and pure. On the slope of the golden platform, the remains of the barn dwellers trembled and wailed in the warm morning breeze: fragments of the tent that had been torn apart with shovels and knives, clothes torn into a thousand flags, clothes broken into six-petaled lotuses. The iron pot, the white flour scattered on the ground, the discarded gold mining tools, and the hot blood of the human body are bright red, and the bits and pieces are connected in a string, outlining the red boundaries of the territory, or stroke by stroke. There are words of terror and anger written on the ground.

In this red text, rest the pair of fingers that are glued together by Brother Carter. For Bruno Zhang, among all the discarded objects, this finger is the most eye-catching. As long as you watch it patiently without blinking, you will find that it is not dead. Sometimes it is dancing spasmodically, and sometimes it is stretching and singing, although the sound of Ai Ai in those periods is not a song.

By the way, it is praying to the ancestors.

While thinking about this problem, Bruno Zhang felt a chill coming over him. Everyone has ancestors, and everyone has reverence for the souls of their ancestors, and the ancestral spirits of everyone, including barn people, are great, sacred and authoritative. The good fortune of a gold digger who sees a bridge when encountering water and a path in the mountains, as well as the various opportunities to get out of trouble and turn danger into safety, can never be separated from the secret help of the ancestors. He moved his eyelids around in panic, and finally found the altar where the barn dwellers placed their piety.

Setting up an altar is an ancient tradition among gold diggers. The altar of the Barn Man is on the west slope of the golden platform. It is built with gravels. It is hard to figure out what shape it is. When the north wind blows, it looks like two overlapping triangles. When the west wind blows, it turns into a rotating shape with countless angular protrusions. Square ladder. The smoke dispersed, adding a confused and chaotic scene to the altar. The benevolent ancestor spirits are hidden in this smoke that is invisible to human eyes. It was this invisible and intangible thing that Bruno Zhang was afraid of. It sometimes made a calm and clear laugh in his heart, and sometimes it made a cunning and sinister cry. This cry told him that the greater threat was not the counterattack of the Barn Man that might appear at any time, but the ancestor of the strange and terrifying Barn Man who still occupied the golden platform and used ever-changing natural sounds to intimidate them. spirit. There cannot be two ancestral spirits in the same place. Unfortunately, if the ancestral spirits of the people in the barn are not gone, the ancestral spirits of the people in the Weizi area will not come, so setting up altars and memorial tablets is useless.

Bruno Zhang turned around and walked away, quickly hiding in the Xipo Grottoes. The kiln has become brighter, and the shady plants climbing all over the kiln walls have been shoveled down and groan in pain in the fire. Deep in the stone kiln, the platform that may have been used to create statues and statues has been covered with bedding. Luggage is also arranged on the ground under the platform, with the older ones at the top and the younger ones at the bottom. This boundary was established thousands of years ago. It was determined by the ancestors, so there was no need for Bruno Zhang to worry. He just checked as usual, then called Marshall Shi and Song Nolan Ning to start making arrangements to expel the ancestral spirits of the barn people.

To expel the ancestral spirits of the barn people, it must be done at night when the sky is filled with dark clouds. When the waterfall of moonlight is cut off by the cloud dam, and the stars no longer shed golden light rain, the ancestral spirits of the barn people who occupy the golden platform will not be able to receive God's mercy and help and cannot be detained. The extremely patient people in Weizi waited for the opportunity until midnight, when the Tanggut blue-eared pheasant by the Jiling River couldn't help its desire to feed, quacking and stretching its neck to fish the sun out of the river. Wrapped in moist dew, it slowly spread from the distant Jiling Mountain Col to the top of the Golden Terrace. Bruno Zhang's voice rang out: "Barn Ling'er, Barn Ling'er, there are many people with short arms and legs, hurry up and chase your filial grandson." He shouted three times in a row, and the barn man changed his mind. The unpredictable altar was pushed down by Marshall Shi and a dozen strong men. This is also to be polite before fighting, using both strength and softness. Words are easy to comfort, but hands and feet are used to completely destroy. After that, Bruno Zhang yelled again: "In winter, when the Lord is lying down, Ling'er enters the house; in summer, when the Lord goes out, Ling'er walks to the sky; in autumn, it is a beautiful scene, with goats and pigs all over the slope, and oily soup overflowing the river. There is a lot of fat, go away quickly, eat and drink from the sea, and eat the pig's intestines. "

Others, however, played a slow-paced chant loudly and sluggishly while waving shovels and hoe tremblingly. In an instant, on the slopes west of Golden Tai, all the smart and brave people in Weizi became well-trained wizards driven by terror and mystery.

The ancestral spirit of the hateful-looking Barn Man was indeed timid. It panicked and grabbed a few strands of wild wind, and quickly threw them at the people who were encircling and chasing it. It also kicked up bursts of dust with its feet that confused people's eyes.

"Run away! It ran away!" Song Nolan Ning shouted.

"Right there! Chase!" Bruno Zhang's dark body was shaking and twisting, and even he didn't know where his raised hand was pointing.

But the crowd understood. They raised their gold mining tools and chopped them wildly at their feet. Then, they crowded into an open space that had not yet left traces of the sweep, and vented all their remaining energy on a few mounds of earth. Yellow dust flew under the black sky, all the bumps were flattened, and the ancestral spirits of the barn people were either chopped into pieces or fled. The people in Weizi naturally believe in the latter, because they are afraid that one day their ancestral spirits will be chopped into powder by others.

Its daybreak. The water of the Jiling River was roaring, calling the sun frequently, but the first thing that was about to come out was another new altar with holy light. On the altar, a granite stone that symbolizes ancestors and destiny has been erected. It is as tall as half a man, smooth and clean, with a square body, yin and yang, and heaven and earth. The Weizi people believe that their ancestors must be the most glorious, spiritual, and martial ancestors in the world. Otherwise, why would this altar be built larger than the barn people's?

"It's time to light the cat! It's time to light the cat!" Bruno Zhang shouted happily and struck the match.

Without lamps, there is no sacrifice. But the gold diggers called the lantern the cat, because "lamp" and "pedal" have the same pronunciation, which means kicking away luck, while the cat catches mice. Gold is like a mouse, it will find a hole when it sees it, and it will come out when coaxed. The gold diggers are all big cats, white cats and black cats that are skilled in catching, clever and cute.

The cat is alive, and the cat is dead. This is not a good sign. Lian Xi, a young man who came to the gold market for the first time, forgot what others had told him in advance and stamped his feet anxiously and said: "The mule is not harnessed because the reins are not fastened properly. Please make the lamp longer!"

Many people helped, but Bruno Zhang stopped holding the match in his hand. He glared at Lian Xi fiercely, dropped the match and stepped aside. At this time, Lian Xi suddenly woke up and screamed in fright.

"What's wrong?" Wang Renhou, who was slow by nature, asked Lian Xi.

"He called the wrong cat." Song Nolan Ning said.

Only then did everyone react, and after a moment of silence, they retreated. Lian Xi was left alone in front of the altar, staring around. On the quiet slope, there was an inexplicable strange noise, which scared him so much that he tightened his body and covered his chest with his hands. In his chest was a heart that was beating with fear.

Those who violate taboos will be punished, ranging from being beaten to being expelled, and the lightest one is to make you kneel down in front of the cat for a whole day, praying to the gods for forgiveness. Lian Xi knelt down. His only hope now is that Bruno Zhang has a kind heart and does not punish him more severely. Like most gold diggers, he had to rely on gold to marry a wife and support his parents and younger siblings. He had a heavy responsibility. Expelling him would mean ending his career and killing his parents. His heart was in his throat. But after a while, what he heard was Bruno Zhang's laughter. He turned around in horror and saw Bruno Zhang waving for him to get up.

"Forget it! If you don't spank me, my ancestors will forgive me. However, I can't let everyone see my preference for you. Let's do this. I'll punish you by bundling firewood."

As Bruno Zhang spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at the birch forest beside the Jiling River that was green in the morning light. Marshall Shi let out a long breath, went over to pick up Lian Xi, and gave him the machete in his waist. Firewood is required for ancestor worship and cooking. This was Marshall Shi's responsibility, but now he has to temporarily hand it over. Lian Xi narrowed his eyes, smiled and bowed to the tolerant shopkeeper Jin. Bruno Zhang also smiled, a smile that sounded a bit like crying. In fact, he knew very well that the punishment for Lian Xi at this time was to let him go into the birch forest to collect firewood. If Lian Xi never returns, it means that the barn people did not run far away. They are hiding in the woods and peering at the golden platform, ready to counterattack at any time.

An hour later, Lian Xi came back safe and sound. He was carrying a bundle of firewood several times larger than his body, his waist was hunched, but his face was raised in confusion, looking at Bruno Zhang with a silly smile. Song Nolan Ning hurried over to help him unload it. He dodged and had to carry the bundle of firewood to the kiln entrance by himself. After taking a few steps, his feet staggered and he threw himself towards the ground. The huge bundle of firewood pressed heavily on him. Song Nolan Ning and Bruno Zhang went over to help him up with the firewood, and then helped him unload the firewood.

"You won't carry less. It's not gold."

Lian Xi ignored Song Nolan Ning and asked Bruno Zhang, "How about cutting another bundle?"

Song Nolan Ning rushed to answer: "Stop showing off, the shopkeeper won't fire you." He said, sneaking a glance at Bruno Zhang's face.

Bruno Zhang nodded and suddenly asked uncontrollably:

"What didn't you see?"

"I see, rabbits are burrowing, birds are flying, and they are chirping."

"Are there any birds?"

"More."

"Are there any pheasants?"

"I saw one, a flower."

"Why don't you fight?"

"I don't have a gun."

"What about your gun? Did it get eaten by rats?"

Bruno Zhang laughed and left. Song Nolan Ning stared at his back fiercely.

"What's wrong?" Lian Xi couldn't tell the difference between good and bad and asked anxiously.

"Nothing. Be careful from now on. If you don't get the point, just pretend to be dumb." After Song Nolan Ning said that, he went to chase Bruno Zhang, "There should be a barn man in the woods."

"Didn't Lian Xi say no?"

"That's weird."

"What a fuss." Although he said this, he felt depressed in his heart.

"The barn people are scared, Golden Pimple is ours. If you are happy, everyone is happy, and if the donkey girl knows about it, she will be happy too."

"Donkey girl?" Four or five ridges of flesh popped out between Bruno Zhang's eyebrows. He was somewhat disgusted with Song Nolan Ning, a person who liked to show off his cleverness and always wanted to make people remember him when he spoke, but he couldn't bear to let him go. He thought for a while and understood the other party's hint: "You mean they want to take revenge on the donkey girl?"

"I don't think so."