Dog's head gold

Liu Dan is gone, and life is back to normal.

No one mentioned Liu Dan anymore, as if Liu Dan had never been here, or that there was no such person at all. Uncle Fu still completed the last process of gold panning - sifting sand. Uncle Fu was tired, squatting on the sand pile and smoking, and no one took his dustpan, so Uncle Fu rested enough before completing the work of sifting sand.

People found that since Lao Huang was gone, Uncle Fu's spirit was obviously not as good as before. When Lao Huang was there, Uncle Fu didn't get tired after working for half a day, but now he can't do it, after working for a long time, Uncle Fu panted and went to the bag of cigarettes, and kept beating his waist, coughing while pounding, looking very old.

When Uncle Fu smoked, the big trees, the small trees, and the old man were not in a hurry, and they still poured baskets of sand dug out of the stream at Uncle Fu's feet. The big tree fell on one side and said: Uncle Fu, when you are tired, you can rest for a while, we will not miss that moment.

Uncle Fu didn't answer, just coughed.

Uncle Fu dreamed again, and dreamed that Lao Huang was biting his trouser leg as he had done before his death. It tugged and led him forward, and finally came to the beach with two trees, and then let go of Old Uncle Fu, and picked it up with his paws under the tree, and took out the piece of gold with the dog's head......

Uncle Fu woke up when he dreamed of this, and while wiping his tears, he said in his heart: Lao Huang is pitiful.

He couldn't help but think of Lao Huang. Thinking of the days when there was Lao Huang, Uncle Fu's tears flowed even more violently.

After a while, Uncle Fu's mind cleared up a little. He counted his fingers, from the time Lao Huang left until now, he had had the same dream three times. He shivered so violently that he couldn't sleep anymore. He got up and smoked, and the fireworks in the cigarette pouch pot went out for most of the night.

Early the next morning, the big tree, the little tree, and the old man all saw Uncle Fu squatting in front of the shack. Uncle Fu didn't mean to start work, so he surrounded him.

Uncle Fu finally knocked off the ashes in the cigarette pouch pot and said: It's time for us to change places.

Uncle Fu's words were orders, he said to leave, and no one asked why. In the past, they often exchanged gold for gold, always looking for a place where Jinsha was more prosperous. Uncle Fu has been panning for gold for decades, what is he saying.

Everyone packed up their things separately, and the guy on their backs left with Uncle Fu.

They followed the flow of the stream, and went on. At the end of the day, the stream narrowed in front of me, and there were fist-sized stones everywhere around the stream. Turning another bend along the stream, two trees grew by the stream.

Old Uncle Fu was stunned, the scene here was no different from the dream, and the sweat pores on his body were opened. He wondered if he was in a dream again, so he lowered his head and looked back and forth, left and right, but he didn't see Lao Huang. His heart tightened. He stood there, dazed, and the other three stopped to look at him.

Uncle Fu said slowly: This is it.

The three of them put down the guy they were carrying on their shoulders and busied themselves with the shack.

Uncle Fu moved forward step by step, and clearly felt that Lao Huang was still holding his trouser leg and leading him to the tree. Every stone here is the same as in the dream, he squats down, stretches out his hand to gouge, to pick, the only difference is that in the dream it is Lao Huang who picks it up like this. Uncle Fu picked off two stones and dug out a pile of sand, which was exactly the same as in his dream. Finally, his hand touched something hard. Uncle Fu's heart shrank again, and every pore exploded. He picked at the hard object with all his might, and when he held it out with both hands, it was really a piece of dog's head gold, the size of two fists.

He stroked the sand from the dog's head gold, and the dog's head gold was truly presented in front of him, and the yellow stinging eyes were bright. He hugged his head and howled: "You dog, wow, you are pitiful." Uncle Fu's snot and tears flowed down instantly.

The three of them heard Uncle Fu's exclamation, and they didn't know what was going on, so they hurriedly ran over. When they saw Uncle Fu, they also saw the piece of dog's head gold on the ground. They opened their mouths wide in shock, and for a long time, someone shouted wildly: Dog's head gold-

The three of them pounced together, and they held the dog's head gold in their hands, and their eyes were straight when they looked at this one and that.

Old Uncle Fu came back to his senses, wiped away the tears and snot on his face, rubbed his hands on his clothes, took the dog's head gold, and staggered towards the hillside. At last he walked under a tree and sat down against it, as if the weight of the dog's head had exhausted his strength for more than fifty years.

A few people were stunned for a while, and the big tree hurriedly said to the little tree and Lao Fu: Why don't you build a shack for Uncle Fu soon.

Everyone started together and built a shack around Uncle Fu and the tree. The old uncle on the side was demented, and kept rubbing the piece of dog's head gold with his hand over and over again. The shack was quickly completed, and Uncle Fu at this time was in the shack along with the piece of dog's head gold. The three of them stood at the mouth of the shack and looked at Uncle Fu in unison. Uncle Fu didn't come to his senses until this time, and he said to a few people, "What are you doing with the shacks?" We'll go back tomorrow.

Uncle Fu's words made several people unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south all of a sudden. At this time, they realized that they had dug up the dog's head gold and made a fortune! None of them could imagine how much white silver could be exchanged for a piece of dog's head gold.

Xiaoshu asked in a trembling voice: Uncle Fu, have we really made a fortune?

Uncle Fu replied: I got rich.

Lao Fu asked: Can you exchange a lot of silver?

Uncle Fu replied: There are many, many things, and you have to use the burden to bear it.

The three of them clapped their thighs, somersaulting and playing on the hillside.

Uncle Fu sat in the shack, leaning against the tree in the shack, and his eyes did not take off the dog's head gold in front of him for a moment. At this time, Uncle Fu's eyes became very bright.

At night, big trees, small trees, and old wilts huddle together in a shack. The sudden surprise drains one's strength. They lay there, looking through the cracks in the shack, looking at the starlight in the sky, listening to the cicadas and insects, and thinking about their own thoughts.

Dashu thought: This is done, I will marry Huazi when I go back, and buy two fishing boats. The tofu house is further expanded, and if there are not enough people, hire two people, and you can live a rich life in the future. Xiaoshu has his own share of money, which girl in Dajingou does he fall in love with, just marry him, and then build two houses, prosperous, what kind of day is that? !

Lao Fu was also thinking, this time he has money, he can go to wherever he wants to go to the kiln, and see who dares to underestimate him. The kiln sister with a pair of red phoenix eyes and small dimples offered the highest price, and every time she went, she didn't look at him squarely. This time, I'm going to find her and take her down solidly. Then build a house, open another business, and then go wherever you want, play as much as you want, whoever makes Lao Tzu have money!

Thinking about it, Lao Fu began to look forward to the dawn. As soon as the morning dawns, he can pack up his family and go back to Dajingou. If you walk for another ten days and a half months, you can live a paradise on earth. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the sleepiness of Lao Wei was gone.

On Uncle Fu's side, there was no movement at all. Although the dog's head gold was dug up by Uncle Fu, the rule of the gold diggers is - there is a share when they meet. None of them are worried about that.

Xiaoshu's eyes were open, his eyes were shining, and no one knew what he was thinking. Dashu calmed down first, he patted his brother's head and said, "Sleep, I'm going to go tomorrow."

When it comes to hurrying, several people can't sleep even more.

It was almost dawn that they fell asleep in a daze, but they rolled over and woke up again. When I woke up, it was all daylight. They exclaimed in surprise and got up, but saw that Uncle Fu's shack was still not moving. They walked over cautiously, stood in front of Uncle Fu's shack, and shouted in a low voice: Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu—

There was no one in there to answer. When they walked in, they saw that Uncle Fu was still leaning against the tree, holding the piece of dog's head gold in his hand. They thought that Uncle Fu was still asleep.

The big tree said, "Uncle Fu, it's bright, let's hurry."

Old Uncle Fu still didn't move.

Xiaoshu couldn't help but pull Uncle Fu, and with a "plop", Uncle Fu fell down all of a sudden.

Only then did people find out that Uncle Fu was dead. People have long been hardened.

Old wilt

The remaining three were on the road. They did not walk the way they came, they came along the stream, and if they returned the way they came, they were afraid of encountering the same gold diggers. It's not yet the season to evacuate, it's August, and there is a lot of rain in the mountains, which is the peak season for gold panning. At this time, when they go out of the mountains, those gold diggers will definitely be suspicious - either they have made a fortune, or they have robbed someone else's gold. If that happens, they're afraid they won't be able to get out of the mountain. Every year, hundreds of people are scattered in the mountains to pan for gold, and there are several robberies every year - one group of people scatters or kills another group with sticks, and robs the golden sands and escapes from the mountains. No one knows what else lies ahead.

The three of them could only bypass the gold diggers and walk in the woods. There are no roads, there are tangled weeds and trees everywhere, and sometimes you get lost. They did not dare to go deeper, and after walking for a while, they would look for the stream that flowed out of the mountain, and if there was no stream, they might really get lost.

The old man carried the dog's head gold. The dog's head gold was wrapped in clothes and tied to Lao Fu's chest, so that the dog's head gold seemed to grow on Lao Fu's body. Carrying the dog's head gold, it was Lao Fu who took the initiative to put it forward.

The dog's head gold was broken off from the hands of Uncle Fu by the big tree. Old Uncle Fu's stiff fingers were still fiercely picking at the dog's head. It took a lot of effort to break off the dog's head gold from Uncle Fu's hand. The first time he didn't even break it. The big tree looked at Uncle Fu and the piece of dog's head gold in his hand in amazement. Uncle Fu still has a smile on his face, it seems that Uncle Fu is not in pain when he leaves, and it should even be said that he is very happy. Seeing Uncle Fu's appearance, the big tree couldn't bear to break the dog's head gold in Uncle Fu's hand.

Later, the big tree knelt down for Uncle Fu. He kowtowed to Uncle Fu three times, and the big tree was full of tears at this time. The big tree said: Uncle Fu, don't worry, although you are gone, you still have a share of this gold. When the money is exchanged, I will send it to my aunt.

After speaking, he kowtowed three more times.

The big tree was ruthless, and stretched out his hand to break the dog's head gold in Uncle Fu's hand. This time, he took the doghead gold in his hand. Later, they buried Uncle Fu under the tree that dug up the dog's head gold, and they had to do that. If you want to take Uncle Fu out, it is almost impossible. To get out of the mountains, you have to walk over the mountains for at least ten days and a half months, not to mention a dead man on your back, even if you go out empty-handed, it will cost them a lot of effort. Besides, I can't let go of the corpse this season, and before I get out, it will already rot. If the gold diggers want to have a good job in the mountains, they can only bury them in the dead road.

The three of them stood in front of Uncle Fu's grave for a while, and finally the big tree said to the little tree and the old man: Kowtow to Uncle Fu.

After speaking, the three of them all knelt down and kowtowed three times to Uncle Fu's grave in unison.

When the big tree was leaving, he said to Uncle Fu: "Uncle Fu, you found the gold, and you will definitely let us take it out of the mountain." When our days are good, we will burn money for you during the New Year's holidays, so that you can spend vigorously in the underworld.

Dashu wiped the tears from his face and went on the road with everyone.

At this time, the big tree walked in front with the musket, the old man was in the center with the dog's head on his back, and the little tree was broken. The three of them walked silently through the woods. When it was dark, they stopped in a forest to rest.

A series of accidents made several people feel that everything in front of them was extremely unreal. At this time, they embarked on the road out of the mountain, but they were still in a trance.

Lao Fu untied the dog's head gold, opened it, held it in front of his eyes and touched it, looked at it and looked at it, and then stretched out his tongue to lick it, like a dog getting a bone, excited and satisfied. Lao Fu's gaze seemed to be glued to the dog's head gold.

The big tree was silent, he was still immersed in the grief of losing Uncle Fu. He asked himself again and again in his heart: Why did Uncle Fu die? He didn't understand why Uncle Fu died. If there is no dog's head gold, Uncle Fu may not die, and Uncle Fu will definitely die happily. I've heard the older generation say that music can also kill people.

Lao Fu hugged the dog's head gold and said to the big tree: Big tree, should this gold really be given to Uncle Fu?

The big tree didn't look at Lao Fu, looked at the starlight above the forest and said: This gold was exchanged for by Uncle Fu with his life, and without Uncle Fu, there would be no gold, not only give him a copy, but also give more. Uncle Fu is gone, and their family still has to live.

Lao Fu licked his mouth, and he found that the dog's head gold was sweet. He had never dreamed of such a large piece of gold before, and at this moment, he held the gold in his hand and licked it desperately with his tongue. After a while, Lao Fu said: I see, if you don't give Uncle Fu that share, it's nothing, just say that the gold was found by us. Let's not talk about it, no one knows that the gold was found by Uncle Fu.

The big tree sighed, squinted, and the starlight in front of him was squeezed into a line, and he said: To be a man is to speak of conscience, don't forget, it was Uncle Fu who took us to eat the bowl of rice panning for gold. For so many years, Uncle Fu has never lost us.

Lao Fu licked his lips again, swallowed his saliva, and stopped talking. No one knew what he was thinking.

While sleeping, Xiaoshu untied the rope around his waist and tied his feet with his wilted hands.

Lao Fu said: Xiaoshu, what are you doing with this, what can I still run?

Xiaoshu said: People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, who knows what you think. If I were holding a dog's head gold, you'd do the same.

Lao Fu said again: You and the big tree are brothers, I should guard against you.

Xiaoshu kicked Lao Wei with his foot and said: Don't talk nonsense, my brother is not that kind of person. If he had, he would have shot you out.

Lao Fu glanced at the big tree holding the gun and leaning against the tree. The tree seems to have fallen asleep.

Lao Fu couldn't sleep, he wasn't sleepy at all. He hugged the dog's head gold, hugged it for a while, hugged it for a while, and felt unsteady no matter how he hugged it. He said over and over again in his heart: The day is the dog's head gold, this is the dog's head gold. Why did Uncle Fu die, why did he die, why did he die. It seems that Uncle Fu is not blessed to accept the dog's head gold. Now the dog's head gold is in my arms, and it is the closest to me, this is fate! The big tree will also divide this gold to Uncle Fu, and the rest of me will be divided equally. Lao Fu used his fingers to draw on the dog's head gold, how good it would be if the whole dog's head gold was his own, he could toss as much as he wanted, how beautiful those days were! Lao Fu seemed to have lived that kind of life, he grinned and laughed over and over again.

A mosquito bit Lao Wei fiercely, and Lao Wei woke up, and the dog's head gold was still there. He glanced at the tree, then at the tree that was tied to him, and suddenly returned to reality—the dog's head in his arms was only a small part of his own. Thinking about it like this, Lao Fu had a feeling of wanting to cry.

He looked at the starry light in the sky, and suddenly, he thought of running. Take away the dog's head gold, and it will truly belong to itself. When he thought of this, his heart beat wildly, and a firm voice sounded in his ears: Run, old wilt. All you have to do is run away, and the gold will be yours.

Then another voice rang out: If you let the big and small trees catch you, you will die, and they will punish you according to the rules of the gold diggers.

Two voices calmed him down, he thought about it this way, thought about it again, and didn't know whether to run or not to run for a while. He glanced at the big tree, and then at the small tree, and remembered coldly that the two people in front of him were brothers, in case the two brothers had bad intentions to kill him...... They didn't do it now, they wanted him to carry the gold, and when he was about to go out in a few days, it would not be too late to do it. Who knows if what the big tree said is true or false. Thinking like this, the old wilting sweat came down. It seems that he can only run, and if he doesn't run, he is afraid that his life will have to be given to the brothers.

The little tree woke up coldly, and it was not yet dawn. He found that the place where he was sleeping next to his feet was empty. He was startled and sweated profusely. I saw that the rope tied to my feet was still there, but the old wilted end was broken in unison. That was the first thought of the little tree. He opened his throat and shouted at the big tree like a gong: Brother, Lao Fu ran away.

The big tree woke up, looked at the little tree and his own forest, and froze for a moment. At first, he was a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down, and he expected that Lao Fu would not run far and would have time to find him. He looked carefully at the little tree, and also at the rope. He really wanted to slap Xiaoshu, but after thinking about it, he held back. When he set off, he explained to Xiaoshu and asked him to look at Lao Fu, and Xiaoshu ingeniously tied himself to Lao Fu. Unexpectedly, I still let Lao Fu run away.

When the day brightened, they soon spotted the traces of the old wilt. In the deep mountains and old forests, no one comes or goes, and people will always step on the grass and break some branches and leaves, leaving traces along the way.

The big and small trees confidently followed the trail. At first, Lao Fu wanted to run deep into the mountains, but after a long run, he turned back again. Walking along the mountain, there is a stream under the mountain, and the old man is afraid of getting lost. The big tree and the small tree walked all the way, and gradually the heart calmed down. Judging from the traces that Lao Fu had trampled on, Lao Fu was not far from them, maybe a mile or two in front of them.

The little tree followed behind the big tree, scolding Lao Fu over and over again, hating to kill Lao Fu. He snorted and kept urging the tree: Brother, hurry up, catch that dog, and I'll cut him.

The big tree walked in front, but his heart was not in a hurry, as if Lao Fu had not left them, he was waiting somewhere in front, carrying a dog's head and sweating. He knew that he might catch up with Lao Fu at some point, and he would say to Lao Fu: Lao Fu, you are not walking fast.

He followed the trail left by Lao Feng all the way, and then he remembered Lao Huang and Liu Dan. Is Liu Dan alive or dead? Then, he thought of Uncle Fu again. He was shocked by the death of Uncle Fu, why did he die? When he saw Uncle Fu die, his heart ached. Uncle Fu walked with a dog's head gold, and when he left, he also carried a dream of making a fortune. The moment he buried Uncle Fu, he thought of his life, this is Uncle Fu's life - he can be poor, but he can't get rich. This life is tied to the dog's head gold at one end, and Uncle Fu at the other. With this head, there is no other one.

At this time, the big tree asked himself again: Do you have the life to make a fortune? He didn't know, and he couldn't tell.

As soon as he got the news that Lao Fu had run away, he poured out the medicine in the musket he was holding in his arms and reloaded it with a new **. Since the last time he encountered the wolves, the musket was dumb, and the big tree had to tinker with the gun once every three days. Because of that carelessness, Uncle Lao Fu lost Lao Huang. He always believed that Lao Huang's death was caused by him. If the musket goes off, maybe Lao Huang will be fine, Lao Huang will be fine, and Uncle Fu may be fine.

He remembered the first time he saw Uncle Fu: he took the little tree to the riverside outside Dajingou Town, and the brothers were desperate. Uncle Fu was carrying it on his shoulders and carrying it on his back, carrying those gold diggers in his hands, and was preparing to go into the mountains to pan for gold. It was their native accent that attracted Uncle Fu, who immediately took them to the mountains and ate the bowl of rice in gold panning. At that time, Lao Huang was very young, running in front of their eyes. All this seems to have happened a few days ago, but now Lao Huang and Lao Fu are separated from this world by yin and yang.

The big and small trees caught up with the wilt in the afternoon of the next day. The big tree pointed the gun at Lao Fu, and the little tree hugged Lao Fu, who was already unable to move his legs, with a hungry tiger pounced. Lao Fu wanted to run faster and leave the two of them far behind, but he couldn't run anymore when he crossed the mountains and mountains. It was then that he was pounced on by a small tree, and then tied to a tree again. The little tree was so ruthless that the bones in his body rattled.

Lao Fu cried, crying and begging for mercy: Big tree wow, save my brother, for the sake of our gold panning, spare me this time.

Xiaoshu didn't listen to him, and slapped Lao Fu's two mouths fiercely. The old man began to cry again.

Neither the big nor the small tree listened to his shouts. Xiaoshu carefully wrapped the dog's head gold in his clothes and tied it tightly to his body.

After the big tree finished cooking, the two of them began to eat, at this time the old man stopped screaming, he said in a whisper: The big tree give me a bite to eat, I am hungry.

The big tree didn't lift its head.

He begged Xiaoshu again: Xiaoshu, wow, you give me a mouthful, I will think about your good even if I become a beast in my next life.

Xiaoshu raised his head, said with red eyes: Shut your mouth. Why didn't you think about us when you ran? You want to take the dog's head gold to yourself, fuck you. You're here to feed the mosquitoes.

Lao Wei lowered his head, and two lines of tears smashed to his feet.

When the brothers finished eating and cleaned up the guys, Lao Fu felt that this was his last chance. He raised his head with difficulty, and said with tears in his eyes: "Big tree, little tree, let me go, I don't want that share, I will carry you on my back, as long as you don't leave me here."

Xiaoshu glared and said: Don't dream, you are the same as Liu Dan, wait to feed the mosquitoes.

The big tree and the little tree went away without looking back.

Lao Fu gathered enough strength, and his father and mother shouted one after another.

He shouted: Big tree, let me go, I don't dare anymore.

He shouted again: Big tree, you are a father or a master, okay. Xiaoshu, you are the ancestor of my family, ancestor, spare me.

He also shouted: Xiaoshu, you lack a conscience, you tied me so tightly that my bones were about to break.

After a while, he stopped his feet and turned around. Xiaoshu looked at him puzzled: Brother, what are you doing? Lao Fu is doing it himself, let's do things according to the rules.

The big tree walked back, and the little tree followed two steps, then stopped and sat on the ground.

Lao Feng saw the big tree coming back in despair, and he said incoherently: Big tree, I know that you have a good heart, you are my father, my father-

The big tree walked over and loosened the rope on the pine tree, and the old wilt's body suddenly relaxed.

The big tree walked around the tree and said, "Lao Fu, don't blame us for being ruthless, you are more ruthless than us." Whether you live or die depends on your own life. After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

Lao Fu was completely desperate, and he began to cry again. The big tree quickly left the old wilting whimper behind him.

Small trees

At this moment, the dog's head gold was carrying a heavy burden on the back of the little tree. The little tree was sweating, first soaking his clothes, and then soaking the dog's head gold, so that the gold and his body were really attached together.

Since Uncle Fu dug up the dog's head gold, Xiaoshu was excited, and now that Uncle Fu is dead, Lao Fu is about to feed the mosquitoes, and he is even more happy to feel the real gold on his back. He calculated: When Lao Fu didn't run, this lump of gold was only a quarter of him, but as soon as others ran, according to the rules, there would no longer be Lao Fu's share. Lao Fu has to shed his skin even if he doesn't die this time, and when he tied Lao Fu, his hands were deadly. If no one saves Lao Fu, he will grow with that tree, and if mosquitoes bite him, he will starve to death and die of thirst. Xiaoshu felt that Lao Fu was only dead.

Now this lump of gold, the little tree owns one-third. Thinking like this, his back and heart suddenly sank. Lao Fu has always refused to give Uncle Fu's share, although he dug up the gold, but now the person is gone; who can prove that this gold was dug up by Uncle Fu? If Uncle Fu does not have his share, this dog's head gold will belong to the two brothers.

How many silver dollars can this piece of dog's head gold be exchanged for? Xiaoshu couldn't think of it, but it must be a lot. Remembering that he had only one-third of the pile of silver dollars, his excitement and enthusiasm suddenly cooled.

The big tree and the small tree each rested against the same tree. Like a soldier, the big tree took the musket in his arms, poured out the medicine inside, twisted it with his hands, and smelled it with his nose, for fear that the medicine would get damp again. Xiao Shu moved the dog's head gold from his back to his chest, and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a yellow lump inside, which made Xiao Shu's eyes squint. This is the legendary Ko's Head Gold, which is now being held in his arms hotly. What would it be like to have money?" the little tree squinted and thought. He wants to build three bright stone houses by the river in Dajingou, just like the "poinsettia" Boss Hu, and then do whatever he wants. The life of a rich man is good, and when the time comes, he will be dressed nakedly and slippery every day, and he will walk on the streets of Dajingou Town with his face red and his face crossed, so that the people in the town will die of greed. Not to mention begging for a wife, even begging for ten or eight is not a problem.

He used to envy his brother for having Huazi, and at that time Huazi was like a fairy in his eyes, but now Huazi is nothing in his eyes, and he wants to find a girl who is a hundred times stronger than Huazi to be his wife. Thinking of this, Xiao Shu already felt that pair of envious and greedy eyes fell on him, making him feel hot all over, and his waist pole was also raised little by little. The little tree, which was immersed in sleepwalking, was slapped by the big tree coldly. He was agitated and woke up.

After this dozen, the little tree woke up completely. He hurriedly wrapped the dog's head gold, put it on his back, and tied the buckle from his chest, and followed the big tree, with deep feet and shallow feet.

Walking in the woods, every step requires several times the usual strength. Weeds and bushes entangled, trampling people's feet, and they staggered, swayed, and sometimes rolled and crawled forward.

The big tree is in front and the small tree is behind, so that the small tree saves some effort. Stepping on the path of the big tree, he walked forward with great effort. Xiao Shu stared at the back of the big tree and became angry, not for the big tree to beat him, but for the big tree to give Uncle Fu that share of gold. In the past, there was Lao Fu, and Xiaoshu didn't care whether he gave Uncle Lao Fu a share or not, anyway, the extra share was not much on his turn. Now that Lao Fu has fed the mosquitoes, there are only two of them left, if they give it to Uncle Fu again, wouldn't it be stupid?

Xiaoshu remembered the sins of gold panning in the past few years, the cold in spring and autumn, they soaked in the water with ice ballast, and they worked for a day. In the middle of the night, the legs cramped, cats and dogs gnawed, and in the winter, the legs hurt so much that they couldn't get off the kang, and in the summer, mosquitoes were densely packed around people to bite. The gold diggers lived a life that was simply not human, and the thought of this made Xiaoshu feel sad.

He tentatively told the big tree about the idea of monopolizing the dog's head gold. Before he could finish speaking, the tree glared at him, and he was silent. Escaping from his hometown, it has always been the big tree that has taken him, the eldest brother is like a father, and he is in awe of the big tree from the heart. No matter how big or small, the big tree is always the same.

When he was resting at night, Xiao Shu saw that the big tree was asleep, so he secretly untied the dog's head gold from his body. endured and endured, but still held the lump of gold in his arms, looking and touching. Many times, he felt that everything in front of him was not real, so he put his mouth up and bit the lump of gold. The edges and corners of the dog's head were sore at first, and then they felt painful. When Xiao Shu looked at the lump of gold again, it was real, but after a while, he felt that everything was illusory again, so he went to bite the dog's head gold again. Over and over again, the little tree kept excited. This excitement made him feverish and hot, shortness of breath, and sometimes shivering like a swing.

For three days, his eyes never closed for a moment, but Xiaoshu didn't feel tired and weak, and the excitement in his heart made his blood hit his head, and his eyes were glowing green. He couldn't understand the composure of the big tree, he didn't understand how the big tree could sleep, didn't he want to live the life of a rich man?

Xiaoshu's mind was buzzing, and the dog's head gold was shining brightly in front of his eyes. He bit it, felt its presence, and every nerve in his brain was filled with the lump of gold.

When the little tree looks at the big tree again, the big tree becomes a magic barrier. If the tree wants to distribute the gold to outsiders, the bright lump of gold in front of him will become fragmented. The little tree cried out in his heart: No, never, I want to have this whole piece of gold.

When Lao Fu carried the dog's head gold on his back, he had not had this kind of thought, and all his attention was spent on supervising Lao Fu, I am afraid that Lao Fu would run away. Now the gold is in his bosom, and he is the master, and since he has this lump of gold, he cannot let anyone else take it. Now the one who can stop him from taking possession of this lump of gold is the big tree in front of him. At this time, the big tree has become the enemy in the eyes of the small tree.

Goutou Jin let Xiaoshu walk into a dead end, a point of no return. His mind was in a mess, his whole body was chilled for a while, hot for a while, his eyes were bloodshot, and a cold light flashed. He can't control himself anymore, he wants to get rid of the tree. Only when the tree is destroyed will this lump of gold be his own.

At night, the tree went to sleep again.

Xiaoshu didn't even close his eyelids, his eyes were wide open, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of sleepiness, only bursts of excitement. He waited for the moment when the tree fell asleep. When he was sure that the tree was asleep, he quietly got up, held the heavy lump of dog's head gold, and touched the tree.

The big tree was right in front of him, and by the faint moonlight that came through, the little tree saw that the big tree was sleeping peacefully, and that he was dragging the musket in his hand. The big tree in front of him is both familiar and unfamiliar in the eyes of Xiao Shu, others say that Xiao Shu looks like a big tree, and the brothers seem to be carved out of a mold. But now the big tree is no longer a brother, a magic barrier, and an enemy. The little tree wants to get rid of the enemy in front of him and swallow the dog's head gold alone.

Xiao Shu raised the dog's head gold with both hands, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, he wanted to smash the big tree to death with the dog's head gold. Just as the dog-headed gold smashed into the big tree, a branch blocked the little tree's hand, and the dog-headed gold instantly changed direction and smashed on the shoulders of the big tree. The big tree said "ouch" and rolled around on the ground, shouting as it rolled: Little tree, there are robbers.

When he turned, the musket was pressed against the tree's head. Xiaoshu wanted to shout, but before he could shout, there was a flash of fire in front of him.

In the firelight, the big tree saw the deformed face of the small tree, and wanted to put away the gun, but it was too late. In the midst of the roar of the muskets, he saw the little tree tilt its head back and fall.

Everything fell silent.

The big tree sat on the ground and looked at the small tree lying in front of him. The blood of the small tree was gurgling and warm, and it was passed on to the hands of the big tree.

After being dazed and blank, Dashu asked himself over and over again: Did I kill Xiaoshu?

He reached out and touched his smashed shoulder, where it hurt. Everything that just happened is true. The big tree covered his shoulders and muttered: The little tree wants to kill me, he wants to kill me......

After a while, and after a while, the big tree finally figured out that the little tree wanted to kill him, and it was the dog's head gold that was used. At this time, the kotoujin was lying at his feet, covered in the blood of the little tree, and he later shot and killed the little tree. The process was very simple, but Dashu couldn't understand why Xiaoshu wanted to kill him? After thinking about it, he was sure that Xiaoshu was crazy.

When the sun lit up the woods, the big tree still sat still, staring blankly at the small tree lying in front of him, as if looking after his sleeping brother. On the way to escape the famine, his father died, and his mother also died, and it was he who took Xiaoshu's hand and walked forward step by step. At night, the little tree lay beside him like this, and he had imagined countless times when the road to escape from the desert would come to an end, and now at last it had come to an end, and it was in this forest that the little tree fell asleep forever.

The big tree dug a hole in a daze. He picked up the tree and put it in the pit he had dug.

He grabbed the dirt and threw it towards the tree. He raised it and said: Xiaoshu, you are not afraid of cold or hunger this time.

He said again, "You can see your father......

He also said: Xiaoshu, it was my brother who killed you. Remember this account, and when I go to Hades, I will give you back your life.

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The small tree disappeared in the eyes of the big tree, and it was just a wet soil in front of him.

The tree dragged over some of the branches and hid it on the wet soil. He stood in front of the grave of the little tree for a while, and then again. He kept thinking: Xiaoshu, why do you want to kill me, I am your own brother.

After a while, the big tree said in his heart: "Little tree, I should go." I want to go out of the mountains to find Huazi and live my life.

As he walked forward, he tripped over something, and when he looked down, he saw that it was the lump of gold, half buried in the earth and half exposed. He glanced at the dog's head gold, and then at the buried tree, and picked up the dog's head gold. His mind lit up suddenly, and he finally understood that everything was caused by this piece of dog's head gold - the good old Uncle Fu died, and Lao Fu wanted to swallow it alone, and Xiaoshu was also for it, and he wanted to kill his brother.

The big tree hugged the dog's head gold and walked forward in a trance. As he walked, the dog's head gold he was holding became heavier and heavier, as if there were thousands of catties. He fell, and the doghead fell in front of him. He looked at it, and the lump of gold looked like a dog's head, with a nose, a mouth, and eyes. He looked at it, and gradually, the dog's head became a living thing. It bared its teeth at him, one moment like a smile, the next like a cry, and its eyes were not tears, but gurgling blood.

He was startled, screamed, picked up the dog's head gold, and crawled forward.

In front of it is a mountain stream, bottomless and eerie with an eerie chill. The tree lifted the dog's head high above his head and threw it down with a scream.

The dog's head fell to the bottom of the stream, and he didn't hear a single echo.

Now the tree is all gone, and there is nothing left.

In the spring, the four of them, four brothers, came out to pan for gold under the leadership of Uncle Fu. At that time, they thought that they could not make money or starve to death in the gold panning sofa, and their ideas were simple and practical. Ever since the dog's head gold was dug up, everything has changed. Now, the tree has made the lump of dog's head gold disappear forever.

The big tree with a relaxed body is now bare-handed, and its body is so light that it seems to be able to fly. He had nothing left, so there was no need to wander around the old woods. He had to get out of the woods, find the stream in the valley, and follow the stream to return to Dajingou Town.

There is a small tofu house in Dajingou Town, which has a water tofu-like Huazi. He was going to find Huazi and would never come out to pan for gold again. He wants to work together with Huazi to open a tofu house, and he also has to have children with Huazi and live an ordinary life.

The tree soon found the bottom of the valley and found the stream, which flowed clearly forward. He lay down beside the stream, drank a mouthful of water, and then took a long stride out of the mountain.

With experience, Dashu knew that in a day or two he would be able to walk beyond the mountain. At this time, he missed Huazi like never before. He had never felt so easy on his body. He strode forward, his ears fluttering.

The sun came out and went down again. Falling, and rising.

On this day, he was able to see the ditch, and Dashu felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart: in one more hour, he could go out, and he would be able to see Huazi, who was thinking about it day and night.

Thinking about it this way, every cell in the tree's body is full of sweetness. He threw off his stride and almost ran. At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind him, and the voice shouted: "Dog's Day Tree, you stop."

He stopped, and when he turned around, he saw the old man rushing towards him in a hurry. He also saw his discarded musket in his arms. Lao Fu rushed over with a musket, he thought: Lao Fu has a big life, and he really didn't feed the mosquitoes. He also wanted to make a joke at Lao Fu.

At that moment, the musket in Lao Fu's arms rang out. The tree didn't hear the "boom", he only saw a fire dragon rushing towards him.

The smoke cleared, and the tree felt itself floating, like a wisp of wind floating in the air. He saw the old wilting wolf pounce on the man lying on the ground like a hungry wolf. Lao Fu rummaged and searched on the man's body, and then Lao Fu became angry, and shouted at the lying man: "Big tree, gold, where did you hide the gold?"

The big tree said in the sky, "Let me be thrown into the mountain stream, and you will not find it."

He said it several times in a row, but he didn't hear it.

He didn't want to tell Lao Fu about it, he was in a hurry to go back to Dajingou and find his Huazi. The big tree floated towards the mouth of the ditch, riding the wind.

At this time, the big tree heard the wolf-like cry of the old man squatting on the ground.