Tales from the Golden Platform Chapter 9

"We won, the Communist Party won, and the future will be difficult."

"You have gold but are you afraid of having a hard time?" Yang Jier said with a smile.

"Why are you laughing? You're laughing at your mother's balls. You have a blood debt. The lives of thirty-four sand babies are all registered in my mouth. I can announce it whenever I want."

"There is still one life left." Yang Jier almost said this.

"You said, why did I give you food, drink, and work? You said, why did I kill the rider who delivered the message?"

Yang Jier shook his head.

"I think you are ungrateful. To tell you the truth, I did that all for the good of the Communist Party. The Communist Party instigated you to become rebels, so you are members of the Communist Party. Ma Bufang's handwriting makes it clear."

Yang Jier became anxious and confessed: "That's nonsense. We don't even know whether the Communist Party has a black face or a white face."

"Then why do you want to be a rebel?"

"The brigade commander R@p3d the little wife of our battalion commander. The battalion commander took his team to fight, but when he couldn't do it, he ran away. After running all the way, he fought all the way and scattered all the way. In the end, only half of our company was left. He said that we were communists. People, don’t you make people laugh out loud? "

"What time is it now and you still don't admit it. Let me ask you, who killed the rebels?"

"The sand babies killed them."

"Yes! Just say that, I, Zhang Huhu, protected you and the Communist Party members in times of crisis. I am a meritorious official."

"That's what I said."

"Brother, let me toast you."

Yang Ji'er took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Seeing the wife hugging her son and curling up in the corner of the bed, he stood up and left. Zhang Huhu shouted behind him: "I have plenty of gold. I will give the Communist Party as much as they want."

Yang Ji'er returned to the room where he rested and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, he got up, holding his saber, and touched it quietly. He took action without hesitation. With a snap, Zhang Huhu split into two halves. The frightened cries of women and children pierced the roof and the dark night. Yang Ji'er took out a few large pieces of gold from the kang hole, put them in his arms, and hurried out of the door.

He walked into the fog of dawn and confidently went to greet the new regime that was being born. The gold and the feat of killing Zhang Huhu were his meeting gifts. But just a year later, he discovered that his calculations were wrong. The testimony of the surviving Sand Babies made him a prisoner, and he was held there for seventeen years.

The news spread astonishingly: Bruno Zhang left, bid farewell to his guys and Golden Stage, and disappeared out of the attention of the barn people under the vast clouds. A salesman who claimed to come to the ancient gold market every year said that he saw Bruno Zhang's figure being pushed into the mountains south of the ancient gold market by a faint green air. Hearing that a huge amount of gold had been dug out there, Bruno Zhang wanted to take advantage of it.

"He took the girl away?"

"Girl? You know, you know, he has a girl, oh! Such a handsome girl, I heard he sold her."

"sold?"

"Whether she sold it or gave it to someone else, I don't know the details. Anyway, he didn't take it with him. When I came here in the morning, I saw her sunbathing under the eaves."

Brother Carter’s excitement is self-evident. The abandoned donkey girl now naturally belonged to him. He stupidly bought a flower headscarf from a salesman, and stood proudly in the open space in front of the Golden Terrace Stone Kiln with his hands hanging down.

Barn people have never been in the habit of wearing handkerchiefs, and their sleeves are shiny when they are wiped on their noses. They have been doing so since childhood and growing up; Poor style. Now, the brother in the barn suddenly had a brand-new handkerchief tied on his belt, and it was printed with bright red flowers. The guys didn't burst their eyes or twist their mouths in shock, even though they had seen a lot. Yes, he couldn't put the handkerchief in his pocket. The inside of the pocket is dark. It contained cigarette powder the day before yesterday, steamed buns yesterday, and a piece of plump white meat in the first month of last year. This does not count the traces of life left in it by long history. Dirty this handkerchief is equivalent to dirtying his handsome heart that beats for women, and it will never be wiped clean. Never mind it, let him be the one to make jokes and surprises. His brother in the barn is not the kind of country guy who can't hold a pound of goods in two taels of bottles. When the pig iron comes, the luster increases, but when the gold is transported, it loses its luster. It is time for him to shine.

"Brother Carter, why are you buying flower towels?" someone asked him.

Everyone knew that Brother Ganggang was going to Ji Lingchuan to live with a woman with a flower spirit, but the joke was not in vain, and a boring and boring life needed seasoning.

"It works," he said.

"Bring it over and let me use it first."

Theo Zhou went over and tore off the handkerchief, put it on his head, and walked forward humming: "Mahuer Moon, Mahuer Night."

Ma Hu's daughter-in-law Ma Hu'er sleeps. 】

Brother Carter was infected by his mischievousness and started singing along. Suddenly I felt my chest was blocked, and I felt sad. I shouted regretfully: "What a shame, donkey girl is a moon girl with a beautiful body. How can I sleep in a daze?"

"Sleep well! Sleep well!" several people said.

"Why are you sleeping? Go to sleep with your mother!" Brother Carter cursed. He felt that people had blasphemed his true feelings, which were as clear as water and as pure as gold and as pure as stone. He felt that these were illuminated by the same sun and blackened by the same wind. The fellow villagers who had lost their faces and were fed by the same soil did not understand him. Only he understands himself, and only he is the first clean, upright and beautiful person in the world. That donkey girl has a clear and bright spring, a transparent piece of jade, she holds it in her hand, holds it in her mouth, carries it in her arms, and places it on the tip of her heart, fearing that it will be stained by wind and rain.

"Come back! Give me the handkerchief." He shouted to Theo Zhou, and when he couldn't wait for them to come back, he hurriedly chased him away. He would defend the flowered handkerchief and be proud of the sanctity of this defense. The proud result is that with a hiss the flower handkerchief is divided into two halves. He kicked Theo Zhou down, and Theo Zhou naturally retaliated by grabbing the handkerchief. He shook half of his handkerchief and asked again and again: "What should we do? What should we do?"

"Get it on! Get it on with your saliva!" Theo Zhou got up, looked at the half red flower in his hand, stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The brother in the barn snatched it, flicked and shook it. When he saw that the thick saliva could not be shaken off, he rubbed it on the skirt of his clothes. There was dirt on the skirt of his clothes, and the more he rubbed the towel, the dirtier it became. He was so angry that he stamped his feet and smacked his lips, and wanted to vent his anger to Theo Zhou, but the other party had already fled away. The onlookers laughed. The brother in the barn looked at the two halves of the flower handkerchief helplessly and dejectedly, raised his hand, and threw it away.

The two halves of the flower handkerchief were entangled and fluttering in the air, then fell headfirst downwards, sliding forward while rubbing against the ground, and finally disappeared. The brother in the barn looked at her with pity, and suddenly felt a frightening impulse, the germination of a lust that could not be controlled by reason. He felt that he was very tired and needed to rest, and what relieved him the most was the big mud kang in Lu Mei's house, and the fragrant, soft breasts on which he could sleep soundly all night long. Bruno Zhang has given her to him. As long as she is willing, she will always belong to him. He wanted to go to her right away, but as soon as he turned around, he realized that he couldn't leave. He had to try his luck with the guys. The gold he longed for had already caused him to lose his freedom, and what he needed was precisely this terrible golden confinement.

The barn people have already discovered that the fight with the people in the circle has already delayed their time. They left the kiln entrance one after another and looked for the vacant land where they thought there was a large piece of placer gold on the slope where other gold diggers were digging pits. When they found it, they started working eagerly. This action surprised Brother Carter. Why did they start without his order? According to the custom, he should call everyone together, build a new altar, and swear an emotional oath to the ancestors - to praise unity and reject dispersion. Whoever digs the gold will pay it to the public. When it's over, everyone divides it equally. In the depths of the wilderness, where death is imminent at any time and terror is lingering, there is no reason for anyone to get rid of their dependence on the township party and gangs. But now they just want to embody the spirit of unity in using one pot, eating one kind of rice, sleeping the same night with nightmares, and fighting against the people around them. As for the gold, it seems that whoever digs it belongs to whom.

"Stop! Stop! Come here!"

He ran over and shouted to his own people. But the guys were so focused on the gold deep in the ground that no one paid attention to him, not even looking up. Only the wind was obedient, drifting quietly, getting into his trousers, and moving around his bare legs.

"Come here! Gather!"

His shouts were blown away by the wild wind, just like the chirping of wild birds that made people indifferent. Angrily, he walked over and stood in front of a pit that was more than half a meter deep. He turned around Theo Zhou, who was shoveling the soil, and said, "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Theo Zhou blinked and looked at him in confusion.

"You're a brainless pig. You want to hold a gold brick but don't know how. Can you dig it like this?"

"Why not?" Theo Zhou asked irritably.

"Gather!" he said, and went to another pit to scold people. Theo Zhou lowered his head and began to Fcuk again. Invisible competition has begun. Everyone wants to dig gold first, everyone feels that they occupy the best terrain, and everyone wants to become a rich man after working hard day and night.

After finishing reprimanding others, Brother Gugang looked back at Theo Zhou. He suddenly felt depressed and sober at the same time. People had already regarded his actions as jealousy and nosy. He stood quietly for a while. Seeing that no one listened to his words and followed him, he sighed and shook his head. Why bother? He is also a strong-blooded man. If he leaves others behind, he won't live a better life than anyone else? But now, one of his arms is hanging on his chest, unable to hold a shovel or dig in the soil. It seems that he has nothing to do unless he goes around shouting and obstructing others.

Go to sleep, where he will be so dark that he will forget everything about the world. He walked forward, suddenly feeling happy and relaxed, and even felt a sense of schadenfreude: if he continued digging like this, he would not be able to dig out more than three ounces of gold in ten or nine years. The result of the guys sweating profusely was not as satisfying as him having a few sweet dreams.

However, you have to find a good place to sleep. If you don’t think about gold anymore, you can’t think about girls. He turned towards the audience and suddenly remembered his sister-in-law. His sister-in-law treats him well and often says, "Ganggu family, when will you get a wife? Our eldest grandma is dead, so it's our turn to take care of things. But your brother has become a paralytic. How can I worry about you alone?" "Hey," he said in his heart, "Sister-in-law, I'm here now, I'm here now... don't worry about me, just worry about my brother's illness." He became happy.

The wilderness, the turbulence of the atmosphere in the wilderness, the melancholy and vigorous style in the atmosphere, rise from the two deep black holes on people's faces. The wind stopped blowing, and the sun's rays fell quietly, like golden snow.

Autumn is getting deeper, suddenly as deep as a woman's eyes, like the black thoughts that have become heavy in a man's heart in search of gold.

The anxious and reckless people who boarded the golden platform soon dug up something, but it was not gold, but the bones of white-flowered people. What is even more surprising is that there are so many relics left by these ancestors. As long as you peel off the two-meter-thick land, you can see them everywhere, emerging in endlessly. It's like a huge golden platform made entirely of bones. People were very excited at first, thinking that the pure gold they were looking forward to was not naturally occurring, but the ornaments on their bodies or the accumulation in their pockets that humans used to show off their wealth thousands of years ago.

Just dig in with strength, sweat, excitement, and the rough hands of farmers with a tradition of digging. There is no charming cyan sand here, and there is no need to wash and winnow with a keel gold bed. The five senses are the best gold detection radar. People use their round eyes to search carefully among the rocks and human bones in the loose soil. Sometimes they will crawl on the ground and put their ears to listen quietly for the omens that only experienced gold field adventurers can distinguish. The subtle sound of gold appearing. The act of gently inhaling with their noses against the ground shows that they are instantly close to nature. Abandon thinking, abandon understanding, use only the senses to express intimacy with fate, feel the cold warmth and intimacy of the earth, and quickly and accurately judge the arrival of good luck or that subtle but severe rejection.