Where the dream begins

The river fork "rattled and rattled" and turned into a river of spring water. There are ice rafts floating on the water, rippling on the water. Spring has really arrived.

The big tree exerted his strength on Huazi, and Huazi panted and said: Leave early tomorrow morning?

The tree gasped: leave early in the morning.

Huazi subconsciously hugged the big tree on his body tightly, as if he wanted the big tree to grow on him forever. After a long time, the big tree still withdrew from Huazi's body little by little. But she was still clinging to the tree.

Da Shu's mood at this time was a little desolate, he knelt down on her side and said: This time it's just this year, if you don't get rich, I will marry you when I come back.

Huazi cried, wet with tears, and made the big tree face. The big tree hugged Huazi's body tighter and didn't say anything. Men's hearts are always harder at this time. Later, neither of them said anything, but neither of them slept well, waking up once in a while, and waking up again in a while. When they woke up, they hugged each other tightly, and they looked like they were parting with each other.

Spring has arrived, and the gold diggers have gone into the mountains in twos and threes. With the dream of making a fortune, they plunged into the deep mountains and old forests in three seasons a year from spring to autumn, digging pits and digging holes in the sand and gravel to find gold dust. The gold dust was collected little by little, and by the time they came out of the mountain, there was already a considerable amount of gold dust, wrapped in their arms, and walked out one foot deep and one foot shallow. Then, on the gold cabinet in Dajingou Town, I exchanged some hard and white silver dollars, and I carried them my waist, which felt very generous. Some of the gold diggers went home for the New Year, and some simply stayed in Dajingou Town for a winter, and waited for the spring of the next year to enter the mountains again.

Most of the people in the town are homeless and unemployed, and one person feeds the whole family without hunger, and then throws the hard silver dollars in his arms in large and small brothels, including the strength of the whole body. When it was spring, those hard things had drifted away like a dream, and he was a poor bastard, with a weak body. Three or five people gathered together, staggered into the mountains again, and began a new round of dreams of making a fortune.

Dashu is almost thirty years old, and he has been in Dajingou for almost five years, and in five years, he has been panning for gold for five years. Getting rich can't be talked about, he helped Huazi open a tofu house. Huazi makes tofu all year round, and on days when there are no big trees, Huazi can make tofu to make a living.

Huazi fled to Dajingou in the autumn of that year. When they came out of their hometown in the Central Plains, their family had a grandfather, a father, and a mother. First of all, my grandfather had dysentery, and he became skinny and bones, and finally the oil dried up and the lamp went out, and he fell down in the ditch and couldn't get up. Father, mother, and her, crying and burying grandpa. Wipe away your tears, you have to move on. I couldn't go back to my hometown, first the Yellow River burst its banks, flooding the land and houses, and then there was a drought for many years, and fifty percent of the people living there starved to death. Those who didn't starve to death picked all their belongings and gritted their teeth and broke into Kanto with tears.

On the way to Kanto, my mother also fell ill, had chills and fever, and finally collapsed, leaving only her and her father. Her father carried the burden and dragged her across the Shanhai Pass.

In front of you is the land of Kanto, where the Ichima Flat River is located. At this time, my father and she were already skinny, their bodies were as light as pieces of paper, and a gust of wind blew over, and they couldn't stand steadily. The two of them staggered and walked for more than a month, and the father said that he wanted to lie down and rest, so he lay down under a big tree, and then never got up.

Huazi was alone in Dajingou, she had no relatives and was exhausted. Desperate, she stuck a grass behind her neck, and she was going to sell herself. Her idea is simple, whoever gives her a bite to eat, she will follow. That's when she came across the big tree.

Not long after the big tree came out of the mountains, the golden sand had been replaced by hard silver dollars. Looking at Huazi in front of him, he remembered what he looked like when he first came to Dajingou - he took a small tree, kowtowed when he saw people, and his uncle screamed, just to beg for food. Later, it was Uncle Fu who took in the two brothers and survived the winter. As soon as spring came, they followed Uncle Fu into the mountains to pan for gold.

In the late autumn of that year, Da Shu took Hua Zi in, helped her open a tofu house in Da Jin Gou, and spent all the silver dollars on Da Shu. At that time, Huazi was yellow and thin, and his body was like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

Dashu didn't think much about it, he just wanted to save Huazi's life, and it was Huazi's hometown voice that awakened his conscience. In addition to the small tree, the big tree also has a younger sister who died on the way to escape the famine. As soon as he saw Huazi, he remembered his sister.

Unexpectedly, the big tree once again came out of the deep mountains and old forests, and when he saw Huazi again, Huazi completely changed into a person - Shui Ling, also ruddy. A pair of eyes sparkled at him, reminding the tree of the water tofu that had just come out of the drawer.

The big tree and the little tree had a shack by the river, where they spent the winter. That winter, only Xiaoshu was left in the shack, and Dashu moved to Huazi's tofu house. He pressed Huazi like tofu for a winter. As soon as the winter passed, he made up his mind to marry Huazi. Huazi is now moistened like tender tofu inside and out, but now is not the time, Dashu has to earn some more money, help Xiaoshu get a wife, and then marry Huazi in a glamorous way. For the rest of the money, he wants to do a small business with Huazi in Dajingou and live a good life. This is the dream of the big tree. For several years, he has been carrying this dream. No matter how hard and tired I am, when I think of my dream, I have hope and impulse in my heart.

When the morning light first appeared, the tree rose from its bed. Huazi also got up, and she had to grind tofu early in the morning. At dawn, she will deliver the finished tofu to the dinner table of the Dajingou people. When the big tree saw the plump and glamorous Huazi, he said fiercely in his heart: It's been this year, and I will definitely marry you in the autumn.

Huazi seemed to understand Da Shu's thoughts, and threw himself into Da Shu's arms in life and death, and hugged Da Shu with his arms fiercely.

In the end, the big tree broke free from Huazi and groped his way out.

At the corner of the street, Uncle Fu, Xiaoshu, Lao Fu, and Liu Dan were already waiting there. In the past few years, it has been a few of them who have partnered to pan for gold. These people are all fleeing from their hometowns with their front and back feet, whether they are close or not, they are from their hometowns. Whoever suffers from calamity will be counted as having a care. Each of them carried some food on his shoulders, which was the food they had entered the mountains. In the middle of this, they would also send people out of the mountains to buy some grain and transport it into the mountains.

When Uncle Fu saw that everyone had arrived, he "coughed", put the things on the ground on his shoulder, and said: Walk the ball.

Five people lined up in a row, groping their way into the darkness. The dog raised by Uncle Lao Fu also ran back and forth, looking very happy. The dog is yellow-haired, and Uncle Fu calls it "Old Yellow", and people also shout like this.

When the day dawned, they were in the mountains. In the beginning, there were also sheep intestine paths, which were stepped on by grazing or mountain goods. Go any further, and the road is gone. Groping their way along a stream, crossing mountains and mountains, they had to walk for more than ten days before they could reach the place where they panned for gold.

Gold

A stream in the valley is where they pan for gold. Along the valley pass, you can occasionally see scattered shacks, which were left behind when they went to the mountains to pan for gold in the past few years, and they have long been gone. They have to go to a place where no one has been, where the sand and gravel have a high gold content, so that they can have a good harvest.

The snow and ice in the mountains have not yet melted, and the stream flows happily because of the melting of the snow, and it rushes down the mountain with a loud voice. Uncle Fu took a few people, as well as the old yellow, and walked all the way to the depths of the valley. In the second half of the thirteenth day they came to an open field in the valley. They hadn't been here before, and no one else had been. Uncle Fu put down the things he was carrying on his shoulders and squinted at the mountain and the water. Everyone knows that Uncle Fu is looking at the "golden eye". They all learned gold panning from Uncle Fu, and Uncle Fu had the final say on where to pan for gold. He looked first with his eyes, then with his hands. Sure enough, Uncle Fu took off his shoes three times and two times, walked to the center of the stream through the biting snow, reached out and grabbed a handful of sand, squinted harder, sniffed again, and even stretched out his tongue to lick it, and finally threw the handful of sand into the stream. Uncle Fu shouted confidently: This is it-

Uncle Fu's words are equivalent to telling everyone that they are going to work hard here for three seasons this year, and they are hungry and full. They believe in Uncle Fu's eyesight, and in the past few years, their harvest has always been good.

There are a few more shacks on the hillside, which are made of branches and grass, and the wind cannot control the rain, that is, it is just a good night's sleep to be more peaceful.

Gold mining doesn't require more skill, but it does require a lot of effort. In the sand and gravel beside the stream, they dug deep with all their strength, and the dug sand and gravel were washed several times, just like washing rice, leaving a layer or a half of gold dust, which was the gold they were going to dig. The gold dust was sold to the gold cabinet, which used it to refine the gold, and finally it became a yellow gold bar. Of course, that's all for later. These gold diggers had not seen gold bars, they had only seen silver dollars, exchanging gold dust for silver dollars. They are content, and the silver dollar is also hard currency, and with the silver dollar, they can do a lot of things, that is their dream.

Legend has it that gold diggers have also mined dog-headed gold. As the name suggests, it was a lump of gold the size of a dog's head. The portion is sufficient, and the color is also good. Dog's head gold is natural gold, and a piece of dog's head gold can be sold for a price they can't imagine. If you want to get a piece of dog's head gold, let alone their life, even the next generation will not have to worry about eating and drinking. Doghead gold, they've heard of it, but no one has seen it. But the dog's head gold is often talked about by them, it is a thought of them, or a dream.

At night, the big and small trees sleep in a shack. The little tree is five or six years younger than the big tree, and he is in his early twenties, which is the age when he loves to dream. The little tree lay in the shack, looked at the starlight leaking in the cracks, and said with a mouth: "Brother, you said that if we dig up the dog's head gold this year, how good will you say it will be in the future!"

Dashu didn't have a dream of a dog's head gold, he was thinking about Huazi. When he left Huazi, Huazi's eyes made him unforgettable. He couldn't tell what that look meant, but when he thought of her eyes, he was left without a master. He has wanted to marry Huazi for a long time, but he has not married her until now, because he has always been worried, afraid that he will make a mistake. The fate of the gold diggers is uncertain. Last year, when there was a flood in the mountains, another group of gold diggers was swept away. The two gold diggers of the previous year were driven crazy by a group of vicious wolves. In addition to these, those who have a major illness or a small disaster, those who are deep in the mountains and mountains, are called the heavens and the earth, and the lives of the gold diggers are unpredictable. has never agreed to marry Huazi, he is not thinking about himself, but Huazi. The big tree has already made up his mind, and if he works hard for another year, he will not wash his hands next year. In the past few years, Huazi has opened a tofu house, he panned for gold, and the two of them also had some savings. They discussed it, and when the time came, they would hire a boat to fish in the river in the summer, and when the river was frozen, they would make tofu and sell it, and life would always be passable. Thinking of this, the big tree was so happy that he couldn't sleep. When the time comes, he can sleep with Huazi in his arms all night. He likes to smell the beany smell on Huazi's body, and he also loves Huazi's tofu-like body even more.

Xiaoshu was dreaming of Goutoujin, but Dashu felt that Goutoujin was too far away from him, and he didn't do it. He only dreams of being with Hanako. Seeing that his brother didn't speak, Xiao Shu continued to smack his mouth and said: Brother, if we dig up a piece of dog's head gold, hehe, you will marry Huazi, let's do business, do big business, just like Boss Hu in the Golden Cabinet is so rich, eat and drink spicy food all day long.

The big tree turned over, and looked at his younger brother's half-bright and half-dark face in the blindfold, and felt a little sorry for this younger brother. The family fled to Dajingou Town, and only their brothers and sons were left. Xiaoshu is now his only relative, he has already planned for Xiaoshu as a brother, and as soon as this year passes, he will marry Xiaoshu, build a house, and let him do some small business. Xiaoshu is a caring person, he exchanged the gold dust he received for silver dollars, and exchanged the silver dollars for silver tickets at Boss Hu, and he never spent a penny indiscriminately. Unlike Lao Fu and Liu Dan, after exchanging the gold dust for silver dollars, they hurriedly went to the brothel to find a good match. That little hard-earned money has filled the bottomless pit. After a winter, his waist was empty, and only his hollowed out body remained.

Da Shu touched Xiao Shu's cold face lovingly, and murmured: Xiao Shu, let's not daydream, let's rest early, we will start work tomorrow.

Xiaoshu clicked his mouth again, muttered a few words, and fell asleep on his side. The big tree propped himself up, tucked the corner of the little tree, and said fiercely in his heart: Brother, let's work hard for another year, and I won't let you do this again next year.

The big tree lay down, and the moment he vaguely wanted to fall asleep, he thought of Huazi again, and thought to himself: It's so good. Then he fell into a deep sleep.

Lao Huang

The five men started work in the stream where the ice had not yet melted.

The snow water is cold and piercing to the bones. At the beginning, the cat fished sand in the stream with his waist down, scooped the sand and gravel in front of Uncle Fu, and finally the process of washing sand was completed by Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu's work was very meticulous, and he scoured the sand in the water again and again. Thick and fine grains of sand flowed down the stream. The tools for sifting the sand are made by themselves, and they are finely woven with wicker, so that the water can slowly seep down, but the gold dust will not leak out. Sometimes Uncle Fu sifted for a long time and washed for a long time, but there was no gold dust. Old Uncle Fu would sigh, grab the cuffs, wipe the sweat from his face, and glance sadly at the top of the sun.

It was early spring, and the sun was still weak. Uncle Fu shouted desperately to the sky in his heart: God, open your eyes, let me suffer less.

After shouting, Uncle Fu held his breath, bent over, pouted, and fiercely poked the big tree, the little tree, Lao Fu and Liu Dan with a wicker dustpan and poked at the sand pile they had scooped out of the stream. The sand scooped out by the four of them was already half a person high, and Uncle Fu had to sift it through a dustpan one by one. When you're lucky, you'll have a few shiny grains left at the bottom of the dustpan, and that's gold dust. Uncle Fu squinted, carefully dipped the gold dust with his fingers, and then untied his arms, and there was a pocket the size of a cigarette case inside. He opened his pocket with one hand, carefully flicked the golden sand into his pocket, covered it tightly, and put it back in his arms. At this time, Uncle Fu will be in a good mood, and a voice will come out of his mouth: Bah-the person raised his face, looked at the gray sky, and shouted with gratitude in his heart: God, you are pitiful.

After thinking about it and thanking him, Uncle Fu threw himself at the sand pile again, sifting the sand repeatedly. Every time there is a good hope, as for whether there is a harvest or not, it depends on God's mood.

At the end of the morning, the old wilted legs cramped. At first, he used his hands to pull the indisputable toes, and the tendons on the toes shrank together desperately, and Lao Fu cursed: You are a mother, let you shrink, you shrink a bird. After scolding, it still didn't help. He ran through the water a few more times, and his whole calf shrank together. Lao Fu sat down in the water, fluttering for a while, and couldn't help but scream from his father and mother.

The big and small trees rushed over and dragged the old wilt ashore. The old wilt collapsed on the shore drenched in water. The old man in his thirties has a dense beard on his face, but he can't see a fierce look. On the contrary, it makes people look like a face melon, with a shrunken appearance.

Uncle Lao Fu raised his face, looked at Lao Fu with disdain, and then scolded: Useless things, what about your strength, I'm afraid they are all used on a woman's belly.

The old man didn't speak, and rolled on the sand on the shore, and the cramping taste was very uncomfortable, making people shrink into a heap. These people were all brought out by Uncle Fu, whether they were beaten or scolded, no one paid attention to them. Lao Fu, who was in his thirties, had already come to Dajingou, first to help people go down to the river to fish, and then to pan for gold, and to earn some scattered silver taels, and let him drink and prostitute. One winter, he ran into the kiln for three days and two times, and he couldn't control himself. Spring has not yet arrived, and my pocket is already clean, so I can only squat in the corner and bask in the sun.

Uncle Fu was angry when he saw Lao Fu's appearance, and shouted in his ear: What's the matter, I can't control the things in my crotch, are you still a person?

Lao Fu had no temper at all, and he drooped his head, hating to burrow his head into the crotch of his pants.

Lao Fu struggled alone for a long time, and his tendons stopped pumping for the time being. He slapped his feet with a crackle. People look at it and don't say anything. When Lao Fu had beaten himself enough, he staggered into the water again. While struggling to dig up the sand, he cursed the heavens and the earth, and he shouted in a low voice: God, what are you doing to create people? It is better not to be a person who suffers this sin.

When everyone heard Lao Fu's words, they all laughed, but Lao Fu didn't laugh.

At this time, only the dog named Lao Huang looked leisurely, it hung its belly, sniffing and looking for food. The people didn't bring much food into the mountains, and there weren't enough people to eat, so there were no dogs. Lao Huang is self-reliant, and he has long been used to it. When people eat, they don't come to it. It ducked downwind, raised its head, sniffed vigorously. It makes people want to laugh when they see it. The smell of food stimulated Lao Huang to sneeze, and then he hung his belly and went everywhere to fight the autumn wind.

Lao Huang finally made a gain. It fluttered left and right in the water, and came out with a fish. The fish was shakuhachi long, jumping alive in Lao Huang's mouth.

When everyone saw it, they exclaimed: Fish, what a big fish. They wanted to run to Lao Huang and snatch the fish from Lao Huang's mouth, so that everyone could drink a bowl of hot fish soup in the evening. Uncle Fu straightened up and said: Pull it down, don't compete with a dog for food.

When the people listened to Uncle Fu's words, they all froze there, watching Lao Huang take the fish to the shore. The fish was not dead yet, it was jumping up and down on the shore, Lao Huang was not in a hurry to eat, it stretched out its claws, and teased the fish at once. The fish finally stopped moving, and Lao Huang opened his mouth and bit at the fish. Although he was hungry, he didn't eat in a panic, he looked slow and methodical, and he looked very gentlemanly.

Uncle Fu likes Lao Huang very much, which is related to Lao Huang's legendary life experience.

At that time, Uncle Lao Fu was still working with others to help pan for gold, and Lao Huang's mother was still a young woman in her prime. Uncle Lao Fu took it to the mountains, but he ignored a problem - Lao Huang's mother was in heat. In a world where there are people without dogs, this problem is difficult to solve. Lao Huang's mother was so anxious that she kept losing her temper and biting whatever she saw.

One night, Lao Huang's mother disappeared. At that moment, Uncle Fu thought that this dog must have run out of the mountains. But a few days later, the dog miraculously returned to Uncle Fu's shack, as if he was a little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes. Uncle Fu was puzzled, raised his head, looked behind the dog, and saw two wolves, looking here reluctantly. Uncle Fu was startled, and broke out in a cold sweat, the dog had eloped with the wolf for several days.

That night, the wolf howled around the gold digger's den, trying to lure the dog away. The dog didn't go, so he went to Uncle Fu's shack and squeezed with Uncle Fu quietly for the night. Later, the two wolves were gone, and the dogs and gold diggers were never harassed again.

A few months later, the dog gave birth to a cub. This cub is today's Lao Huang. Lao Huang followed his mother, with a yellow body, not stained at all. Uncle Fu knows that Lao Huang has wolf blood, which can be seen since he was a child. Lao Huang is more fierce than ordinary dogs, but he also values friendship, and he knows who is close and who is sparse. It was this Lao Huang who saved Uncle Fu's life.

That year was also a gold pan, and they left two days late to find a few more grains of gold dust. The streams are frozen and ballasted. When they walked back, they had to walk through the old forest for two days, but when they reached the old forest, they encountered the first heavy snow of that year. As soon as the snow passed, the surroundings were white, and they were lost. A few people wandered around the old forest for three days and didn't go out. At this time, Lao Huang knew that people were lost. It pulled Uncle Fu's trouser leg with its mouth, screamed as it ran, led the way in front, and finally led people out of the old forest. Walking out of the old forest, people put down their hanging hearts. In the future, Uncle Fu will love Lao Huang even more. If there is nothing to do, he never lets Lao Huang leave him half a step. Uncle Fu and the dog slept in a shack, and he and Lao Huang slept in their arms, so that the dog and people were very warm. People who know Lao Huang's life experience and experience have to look up at Lao Huang and think that he is not an ordinary dog. Uncle Fu is proud of having Lao Huang, and he always takes Lao Huang with him when he comes out to pan for gold. From the bottom of his heart, Uncle Fu recognized Lao Huang as one of his companions, and besides, Lao Huang also saved his life.

However, that night became the swan song of Lao Huang's life.

That night, spring didn't seem to be far away, wild flowers bloomed on the hillsides near and far, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. Such a night should be said to be lukewarm, and the gold diggers who had been tired and tired all day fell asleep.

Lao Huang and Uncle Fu, one person and one dog are still in the same shack, the difference is that people and dogs no longer snuggle up and sleep.

Old Uncle Fu was lying. Lao Huang was lying on his stomach, stretching out his two front paws, putting his head in the middle of his front paws, one ear against the ground, his eyes closed, and his eyelids kept trembling. Uncle Fu's snoring was high and low, and it was staggered. Lao Huang has long been accustomed to Uncle Fu's snoring, and without Uncle Fu's purring, it will appear irritable.

At this moment, the alert Lao Huang raised his head and pricked up his ears, and he found something strange a few hundred meters away. After all, the dog is not a human being, it is its duty to be vigilant and sensitive, and it rushes out of the shed as fast as it can, standing on a high post, its ears still erect, listening to every movement in the depths of the darkness. People still didn't have a trace of vigilance, and Uncle Fu's snoring sounded as always, like a song, without a beginning or an end.

Lao Huang was not bluffing, and sure enough, it found out about the situation - first a wolf, it was a wolf, hiding behind a tree, and looking at the shack probe on the hillside.

Behind the head wolf, there are several hungry wolves. In late spring and early summer, people are hard, wolves are even harder, and they are not green. During this season, the gold diggers are attacked by wolves every year. When the wolf was hungry, it smelled the smell of people. The wolves can't resist the temptation of people, and they know that there is a risk, but they still want to take risks. On this starry night, at the beckoning of the head wolf, they are ready to take a desperate gamble. But the man was not yet aware of the danger coming, and he was still immersed in his dreams, dreaming about the dog's head gold.

Lao Huang first howled, this howl was a kind of bark between a dog and a wolf, but it was by no means a bark. It is a reminder of the dangers that are in sight. Uncle Fu was the first to wake up, and when he touched it, the dog next to him was gone, and he knew that something was going to happen. At first, he didn't know that the danger outside was from a wolf. There have also been cases of gold diggers robbing gold diggers before, and the two groups of people fought for the gold sand they found. The robbers of the golden sands fled into the mountains by night, and no one knew where the robbers went. This is a world where there is no royal law and no morality. Uncle Fu soon sobered up, no one should come at this time, this is just summer, the gold rush has really begun, and the golden sand in Uncle Fu's arms is just a bottom of the cigarette purse.

When Uncle Fu walked out of the shack, he saw the wolves. To be exact, he saw those green eyes first. Uncle Fu has encountered this kind of thing a lot, he is not afraid, and shouted at the shack of the big tree: Big tree, copy the guy, there is a wolf.

Big Tree, Little Tree, Lao Fu and Liu Dan also woke up and crawled out of the shack one after another. In the hut of the big tree there was a musket, which was specially used against people and wolves. In this deep mountain and old forest, every gang of gold diggers has such a musket. The musket was kept in the custody of the tree. The gun was filled with ** and gun litter. "Boom", extremely powerful. The big tree came out with a musket, the medicine and sand had already been loaded, and the gun and the man had to be ready at all times.

The big tree pulled open and prepared to shoot at the wolves, but Lao Fu and Liu Dan hid behind the tree and covered their ears with their hands. But the left and right didn't sound, and Uncle Fu was in a hurry. The wolves took advantage of this time and moved closer more than ten meters. Uncle Fu roared: Big tree, why don't you let it go?

The big tree shouted angrily: "It's dumb, I'm afraid the gunpowder is damp."

Day his grandmother. Old Uncle Fu cursed.

Lao Huang was also waiting for that earth-shattering sound, which he had encountered more than once before. As soon as the "boom" sounded, the wolves dispersed, and then they chased after the victory, and if they could not bite to death, they could tear off two mouthfuls of hair. The smell of blood, which it has not smelled in a long time, will make it excited for days, and it likes that smell.

The sound of "boom" did not wait, and Lao Huang was a little disappointed. The big tree went to the shack in a panic and pretended to be **. At this time, it seems to be invisible, and even a little tragic. The wolves looked at the people and babbled, but they didn't make any names, so they felt more confident in their hearts. They approached the shack little by little, and then they also saw Lao Huang, a look of déjà vu, and for a moment they couldn't remember where they had seen it.

Lao Huang saw that the wolves didn't take themselves seriously, which made him a little annoyed. This is its old yellow territory, and its smell is left everywhere, but the wolf does not take it seriously. Out of self-esteem, Lao Huang howled out of instinct, and rushed towards the wolves single-handedly. Uncle Fu saw Lao Huang's hair blowing apart, standing upright, and rushing into the wolf formation like a swift wind and lightning, and a life-and-death fight began.

It's a pack of hungry wolves in the green season, and they have red eyes and no idea. Besides, they are afraid of no one, and they are not afraid of a single-handed dog! The sound of tearing and growling resounded in the dark.

When Uncle Fu saw Lao Huang rushing up, he shouted in his heart: It's a bad dish.

He turned around and shouted at the shack of the big tree: "Have you loaded the medicine?"

Before the big tree moved, Old Uncle Fu ran to his shack. He grabbed a handful of hay with a scythe in his hand, and he lit a fire and set the hut on fire, which would scare away the hungry wolves.

When the flames burst out of Uncle Fu's shack, the gunpowder of the big tree was finally loaded. He rushed in the direction of the wolves, and he was headless and thoughtless. With a "boom", a fiery snake sprang out, and the wolves scattered.

Uncle Fu was the first to rush forward, and people followed him. Uncle Fu saw Lao Huang lying in a pool of blood at a glance by the light of the fire. Lao Huang was already dying, the flesh and skin on his body were torn apart, and there was still a blood hole in his neck, bubbling with blood. Its mouth was still biting the neck of a wolf, and the wolf was holding its last breath, and its legs trembled weakly. When Lao Huang saw Uncle Fu, he let go of his mouth and looked at Uncle Fu with a meek gaze, as if telling him: The wolf has run away, it's okay.

Lao Huang finally closed his eyes quietly in Uncle Fu's arms.

That night, Uncle Fu sat with Lao Huang in his arms for most of the night. First, there was a burning shack that reflected a man and a dog, and when the fire was gone, the darkness enveloped the man and the dog. People know the relationship between Uncle Fu and Lao Huang, but no one tries to persuade them. Everyone went back to the hut and listened carefully to the movement outside.

At dawn, the big tree, with the small tree, dug a pit in the hillside. The pit was deep, almost waist deep. Later, Uncle Fu hugged Lao Huang, put Lao Huang in the pit, and filled in some soil. After thinking about it, he said to a few people: Bring some stones.

Big Tree took people to the river beach and brought stones. Uncle Fu carefully pressed stones on Lao Huang's body, he was afraid that Lao Huang would be picked up and eaten by hungry wolves. A stone tomb was built for Lao Huang, which was prominently erected on the hillside.

In the morning, the wolf that was bitten to death by Lao Huang was skinned by Lao Huang and thrown into the pot to stew.

People tore and ate the meat and drank the soup. Only Uncle Lao Fu didn't take a sip, when people ate wolf meat and drank wolf soup, he smoked a cigarette pouch and looked at Lao Huang's grave. No one knew what he was thinking.

On that day, they picked up the guys, took the tools, walked for a day, and turned around a gold panning field. Uncle Fu explained that there is a wolf smell here, and there will be no peace in the future. They can only hide here and change the scene, it is nothing more than a matter of building a few shacks, they believe in Uncle Fu.

After that, Uncle Fu talked less, pouting his ass and working hard when he was panning for gold; when he was idle, he held a cigarette pouch in his mouth and looked into the distance with a blank look.

Uncle Fu

Old Uncle Fu is the old Kanto. When he was twenty years old, he came to Kanto to run a single gang. At that time, he was going to take a boat to Jiangdong 64 Tun to work part-time. The east of the river is a plain, the left bank is the Ussuri River, the right bank is the Jingqili River, the two rivers are sandwiched by a plain, the land is vast and fertile, and the roots and branches can grow into a tree.

Uncle Fu worked here for a short time, planted wheat and harvested wheat, and went down to the river to fish during the two seasons, and always had some savings in a year. Jiang Yiyi, here is the cat winter. Uncle Fu went back to his hometown in Guannai for the New Year with the scattered silver. As soon as the New Year passed, Uncle Fu and his fellow villagers came back in gangs. The days are hard, but there is hope. The newlywed Uncle Fu has just begun his days, and he is happy all day long. What he didn't expect was that one day, the army of Tsarist Russia washed 64 tuns in blood. They drove the people in the tunzi into the river, and if they did not comply, they dodged with platoon guns and threw them into the river, and the blood stained the Ussuri River. Old Uncle Fu relied on his youth and vigor, knocked down two Russian soldiers, and jumped into the river. He understood that this was Tsarist Russia's desire to swallow this treasure land. Swimming to the riverbank, he ran to Dajingou Town in one go, but unfortunately there was not so much land for people to plant, so he fished first, and then went into the mountains to pan for gold. After three seasons of hard work, there will be some gains. After a long time, I fell in love with the Northeast.

After another year of the Chinese New Year, he persuaded his family to help the old man move to Dajingou with his wife and children. More than 20 years passed, and my father went first. His two sons were as tall as he was. On weekdays, the sons work part-time jobs in Dajingou, catch fish, and do everything. But Uncle Fu just didn't let his son go out with him to pan for gold. He told his sons, "Digging for gold is not a man's work, and sin is not man's work."

The two sons looked at him with a confused expression.

Uncle Fu "clicked" the cigarette pouch, squinted his eyes and said: When you all become a family, I will stop and no longer suffer this sin.

Uncle Fu has always had a dream, that is, after sending his mother to the end of his life safely, he will marry his son and have children, and all the major events in his life will be completed. Uncle Fu is moving towards this goal little by little. Uncle Fu, who is in his fifties, has spent most of his life panning for gold, and he has never made a fortune, and the gold he finds can be exchanged for some scattered silver taels, which is enough for the family to make ends meet. After so many years, Uncle Fu is satisfied, but he is not satisfied. He was satisfied that he had spent so much annuity, he was fine, he neither fed the wolves, nor let people rob his life, and the family was safe. What he was not satisfied with was that he had always hoped that his life would be more prosperous, but he had never been lenient, and he still lived in a stormy mud house, and he had eaten the last meal and calculated the next meal, and he had not earned the money for his son to marry his daughter-in-law.

Lao Huang was driven crazy by a hungry wolf and died. Uncle Fu's heart was empty. From Lao Huang's grandmother to his mother, he has always accompanied him into the mountains to pan for gold. The days when there are dogs, the days of Uncle Lao Fu are down-to-earth. Lao Huang's family has been with him for three generations, and he has long had feelings, and he almost treats the dog as a member of the family. Lao Huang left so tragically, in order to protect them, let the wolf tear apart. As soon as he thought of that scene, his heart ached.

On the days without Lao Huang, Uncle Lao Fu lay alone in the shack, and a day's gold panning made him fall apart. If Lao Huang was there, he would come over and lick his face, hands, and feet with his soft tongue. He was numb and crispy all over his body, and he was comfortable from the bottom of his heart. The exhaustion quickly dissipated. Now that there is no Lao Huang, his night is lonely, and after sleeping for a while, he wakes up again. In a trance, he felt that Lao Huang was still by his side, and when he touched it with his hand, it was empty, so he shouted: Lao Huang-

This shout woke him up, and he looked out of the shack in a daze. The hillside was silent, the moonlight from the sky reflected the stream, and the unknown insects cried in the grass, resting, calling, and repeating, and time seemed to freeze. When you wake up, you can't sleep. Uncle Fu fumbled and took out the cigarette pouch, took a few puffs, and the fire in the cigarette pouch pot was extinguished. He heard a long and short snoring from the huts of the big and small trees, and then, inwardly, he sighed in his heart: It's better to be young.

Uncle Fu leaned on the bunk, not knowing whether he was asleep or awake. He saw Lao Huang, who was as alive as he was when he was alive. Lao Huang grabbed his trouser leg with his mouth and pulled him forward.

He staggered with Lao Huang to a ditch. Two trees grew at the mouth of the ditch, and the stream was still the same stream, but it narrowed a little here. Lao Huang used his front paws to pick up a piece of sand, very hard, and got the sand everywhere. Finally, Lao Huang stopped picking it up, looked at him excitedly, and took out a heavy thing in the sand pit with his mouth, and it wagged its tail to deliver it to his eyes. He squatted down and took it, and it turned out to be a dog's head gold, almost the size of half an old yellow head. Doghead Kim, oh my God—he exclaimed. He hugged the dog's head gold and looked at the old yellow in front of him. Lao Huang barked and looked into the distance. He understands that Lao Huang is homesick, so why is he homesick?

Uncle Fu woke up, his face was wet, and he touched it, and it was tears. He lay there, not knowing what it was like. Lao Huang is homesick, and he is homesick too, but neither man nor dog can go back, so he has to accompany him to pan for gold. Lao Huang knew that if he helped him find a piece of dog's head gold, he would have everything. He can go home, and it will follow. But can Lao Huang still go home? It was buried on the hillside, and its body was pressed with stones. Thinking of this, Uncle Fu couldn't help but cry "whining". He cried like a child. Crying enough, Uncle Fu smashed his head with his fist. He hated himself for not protecting Lao Huang, this is Lao Huang's dream for him.

At that time, Uncle Fu was always Shinto, I don't know if it was in a dream or outside a dream.

Liu Dan

Since Lao Huang's tragic death, Liu Dan has been like Lao Huang, often pestering Uncle Fu in front of and behind him. Liu Dan saw that there was a lot of sand piled up in front of Uncle Fu, so he came over to help Uncle Fu sift the sand. Liu Dan's mouth is very sweet and can speak.

He took the dustpan from Uncle Fu's hand and said, "Uncle Fu, your waist is about to break, let me help you."

Uncle Fu looked at him with confused eyes, didn't say anything, and let Liu Dan take the dustpan away from his hand. Uncle Fu squatted in front of the sand, smoking a cigarette "let's click", his eyes looked far away, but his eyes were confused. After Lao Huang was gone, Uncle Lao Fu has been like this.

Liu Dan sifted the sand, which attracted the dissatisfaction of the big trees, small trees and old wilts. There are rules in the gold panning team, and not everyone can sift sand. Sifting sand is the final step in the gold panning process, facing the gold that is about to be mined. To be recognized by everyone, the sand sifter must first have a good conscience. They were all led by Uncle Fu, and they all recognized Uncle Fu sifting sand. The gold bag was on Uncle Fu's chest. In late autumn, when the stream froze, they would have to divide the golden sand when they left. The golden sand is almost a grain of land, and then divided into five equal parts, and carried into everyone's arms. In order to prove that all the golden sands were in front of everyone, Uncle Fu had to take off himself naked, show his clothes and body frankly in front of everyone, and be examined. No one went to check on Uncle Fu, they could trust him, but Uncle Fu couldn't trust himself. He shook and shook his battered clothes, and finally jumped into the icy water and washed himself, from his mouth to his nose, to his ears, and even his cheeks. The gold diggers call this settling accounts. After the account was settled, the people were innocent, and then they put on their clothes, picked up the golden sands they had been allocated, and walked out of the forest and went home in a dignified manner.

Liu Dan helped Uncle Fu sift the sand, but everyone was dissatisfied. Liu Dan is the youngest here, they have a big and small affair, they never take Liu Dan seriously, everyone made a decision, and Liu Dan only followed with a fart. Whoever is in turn here, and it is not Liu Dan's turn to sift the sand. A few people didn't say anything, but they all raised their eyebrows at Liu Dan.

Liu Dan said to Da Shu: Brother Da Shu, I saw that Uncle Fu was tired, so I came to help him.

After speaking, he turned back to Lao Fu and said: Brother Lao Fu, don't worry, I sieved out the golden sand, let Uncle Lao Fu pack the bag, I won't touch it.

also said to Xiaoshu: Brother Xiaoshu, don't look at me like that, I know you can't believe me, but Uncle Fu believes me.

Liu Dan sifted the sand hard as he spoke, dustpan after dustpan, so busy that his ass was about to pout into the sky.

Everyone saw that Uncle Fu didn't say anything, so it was not easy to say any more. Uncle Fu is their leader, and without Uncle Fu there would be no them. Uncle Fu is as old as their father, and he is highly respected in everyone's hearts.

Liu Dan not only helped Uncle Fu sift sand, but also moved to Uncle Fu's shack for a while. In the puzzled eyes of everyone, Liu Dan said: Lao Huang is gone, Uncle Fu is lonely, I will accompany Uncle Fu.

Liu Dan lived in Uncle Fu's shack, and would often wake up in the middle of the night and look blankly into Uncle Fu's arms. There was golden sand, packed in a bag made of purple flannel, which was a grain of yellow and clear golden sand. As soon as he thought of Jinsha, Liu Dan's saliva flowed out. He loved these golden sands so much that his eyes were almost hungry. Liu Dan didn't realize the importance of money before. Ever since he met Xiaocui, he has been thinking about money during the day and at night.

Xiaocui is the kiln sister in the "poinsettia" in Dajingou Town, and she is eighteen or nineteen years old. Xiao Cui's eyes are curved, her eyebrows are also curved, and the corners of her mouth are upturned, which is very happy. Two years ago, he went to "poinsettia" with Lao Fu, and that was his first visit to the kiln. Xiao Cui picked up the guest, and that was the time when he fell in love with Xiao Cui with all his heart.

That winter, he gave Xiaocui all the silver taels he had exchanged for three seasons of golden sand. In those days, he ran to "Poinsettia" every night, and looked for Xiaocui as soon as he went. After a long time, I also knew Xiaocui's life experience. Xiaocui was sold into the kiln by her own father, and she was only fourteen years old. Her father is a gambler, and if he gambles, he can only sell his sons and daughters. Liu Dan also told Xiaocui about his life experience. That year, there was a plague after the flood in his hometown, and the whole family died, but Liu Dan fled to Kanto. After speaking, the two hard-working people hugged each other and cried, and after crying and happy, the two hearts were very tight. Liu Dan made up his mind to redeem Xiaocui from the kiln.

He found the boss of "Poinsettia" to negotiate, and the boss looked Liu Dan up and down with horizontal eyes, pouting the corners of his mouth and saying: If you want to be happy, you can be happy for two days. If you want to redeem Xiaocui, you can't afford it.

He stiffened his neck and said, "Name a number, and I will be able to redeem it."

The boss squeezed out three words from between his teeth: fifty taels.

Liu Dan's head is big. He knew that Xiao Cui was only five taels of silver when she was sold by her father, but in the blink of an eye, it had multiplied tenfold. He likes Xiao Cui, and he can't do without Xiao Cui, he admits it. In any case, they had to save enough fifty taels to redeem Xiaocui, and then marry her justifiably, leave Dajingou, and live the life they want to live comfortably.

Xiaocui cried when she heard the price offered by her boss. For her, it was an astronomical amount, and it was only worth a few dollars to pick up a customer by herself, and even the money was taken away by the boss. When the guest was happy, he would also give her a few pennies, which she secretly saved, and she also wanted to redeem herself. But fifty taels, this is a dream that you can't even dream of.

That day, she hugged Liu Dan and cried again and again, and finally she gritted her teeth and said: Brother Liu Dan, you save outside, I save here, three years is not enough, just save ten or twenty years, anyway, I'll wait for you.

Xiaocui's words moved Liu Dan, and he hated to turn into a cow and a horse to repay Xiaocui.

Liu Dan also gritted his teeth and said: Xiaocui, don't worry, I will redeem you as soon as Liu Dan arrives.

Xiao Cui stroked Liu Dan's face and confessed affectionately: Brother Liu Dan, no matter who rides or crushes me here, my heart is yours.

Needless to say, Liu Dan's heart is already broken.

Liu Dan wants to pan for gold, he wants to dig enough for the price of fifty taels of silver, and redeem Xiaocui in dire straits. When panning for gold, when he thought of Xiao Cui, everything in front of Liu Dan was yellow.

Liu Dan later had a strange problem, and he had to go to the forest to poop and urinate several times a day. Everyone thought it was strange, and the big tree yelled at him: Liu Dan, why do you have so much and urine? Even if you pull and urine, you don't need to run into the forest.

Liu Dan clutched his stomach with a painful face and said: Brother Da Shu, I'm strained, it's too stinky here.

After saying that, he ran into the woods.

Old Uncle Fu was still squatting beside the sand pile and smoking, but he didn't pay attention to everything in front of him. He "clicked" the cigarette pouch and pot, and inhaled it one by one.

A few days passed, and some days passed. One night, Uncle Fu suddenly came to the shack of the big tree. The big tree and the little tree were already asleep, and he lifted the big tree's ears, and the big tree woke up. Uncle Fu put his hot mouth on the ear of the big tree and said: Liu Dan, this kid is famous, you can hold him tomorrow.

After speaking, Uncle Fu left, walking with a limp, like a night tour.

The next day, Uncle Fu sifted through the sand, put down the dustpan, and squatted on the edge of the sand pile to smoke. Liu Dan ran over to help Uncle Fu sift the sand. After sifting for a while, he covered his stomach and ran into the woods. And the tree squinted at him.

When Liu Dan ran into the forest again, Dashu threw down the guy in his hand and said to Lao Fu and Xiaoshu: I'll go and take a dip too.

After speaking, the cat bent on his waist and followed Liu Dan into the forest.

After a while, the big tree came out with Liu Dan twisted. Da Shu made a dead hand, and Liu Dan's arm was about to be twisted. Liu Dan shouted as he walked out: Brother Da Shu, spare me. I don't dare, I don't dare.

The big tree twisted Liu Dan in front of everyone and said: This dog's day, hide the golden sand.

After speaking, he unfolded a cloth bag, and there was already a layer of yellow golden sand inside. And the people understood everything. Liu Dan used the excuse of going to the forest to again and again, and took the golden sands he found out again and again with his tongue and fingernails. The gold diggers call this hiding private money.

After everyone got the stolen goods, Liu Dan knelt down, and then kowtowed over and over again, saying while kowtowing: Uncle Lao Fu spare me, Brother Da Shu, spare me.

His head was on the stone, and it was already bruised.

In the end, Uncle Fu knocked the cigarette pouch pot in his hand and said: Do it according to the rules.

To do it according to the rules is to feed the mosquitoes. Tie the person who hid the money in the private house to the tree, and after seven days and seven nights, if he is still alive, he will be fated, and he will be released and let go of life. If you can't survive seven days and seven nights, you will be damned by fate. That's the gold digger's rule.

Liu Dan was tied to a tree by a big tree, a small tree, and an old man. Liu Dan's father begged for mercy one by one, but everyone ignored it and continued to do the work in hand, there was no longer this person in their hearts.

At night, Liu Dan was still crying and howling in the trees. He cried and begged for this, and then cried for that, and finally said that his dead father and mother still had his sister, and after speaking, he said Xiaocui. Then his voice became hoarse, and his speech turned into a whimper, and then no one could hear him clearly.

Liu Dan fed the mosquitoes, and the big tree, the small tree and the old man didn't sleep well, and they didn't know when they would wake up. Every time I woke up, I could hear Liu Dan's painful movements intermittently.

The next day, they all turned pale and glanced at the place where Liu Dan was tied from time to time. Dashu gritted his teeth and said: He deserves it, who made him do something sorry for us.

Lao Fu also said: That is, this kind of person deserves to be fed to mosquitoes.

Uncle Fu didn't say a word, he kept standing in the stream and kept panning for sand.

After Liu Dan fed the mosquitoes for three days, there was no movement. That night, Uncle Fu smoked bag after bag, sat at the mouth of the shack, looked at the stars and the moon in the sky, and listened to the chirping of insects in the grass.

Old Uncle Fu couldn't sit still, he took the cigarette pouch in his mouth and came to the shack of the big tree. The big tree and the little tree lay there and didn't fall asleep, looking at Uncle Fu with their eyes open. Old Uncle Fu stood silently for a while, sighed, and went out. Uncle Fu stood in front of Lao Fu's shack for a while, and he heard Lao Fu say: Liu Dan, this is deserved.

Old Uncle Fu sighed to the sky this time, he turned his back and left, and came to the tree where Liu Dan was bound. Liu Dan's body was crawling with mosquitoes, his head was bigger, and his eyes were swollen into slits. He drooped his head and groaned: Uncle Fu, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore.

Uncle Fu stood for a while, then for a while, and reached out to untie the rope that was tied to Liu Dan's body. Liu Dan collapsed under the tree like a pile of shit, and said in his mouth: Thank you, Uncle Fu, I will thank you for a lifetime.

Uncle Fu said: Get out, get away, it's best not to let me see you.

After Uncle Fu finished speaking, he left.

The next morning, people saw a trail of footprints stretching out into the distance on the beach.

Liu Dan left, whether he was panning for gold alone, or returning to Dajingou, no one knows. Whether Liu Dan can go back alive or not, no one knows.