"It's a good job. ”

Fan Yang couldn't help but praise.

"What is this? ”

Zhao Guangming threw the oilcloth aside, and hung a lock on the wooden door.

It's so rusty that it can't be opened.

The three of them found a hammer, smashed the lock, and smelled a musty smell when they entered the door, and there were some things hanging on the wall, which were also carefully wrapped in oilcloth, crawling with dust, Zhao Guangming went up to uncover it, it was two sets of chutes for gold panning.

Checked it out.

"It's okay, it can be repaired. ”

The two chutes are about two meters long and thirty centimeters wide, and look like rectangular boxes without lids.

It's just that the material is a bit special, it is made of elm, the grain of elm is thicker, the fiber is heavier, it is covered with fine velvet fibers, and the original sand washed out is passed through on this chute, and the golden sand with large quality will be stained on the surface of the wooden fiber.

There is no elm in Tibet, as long as these two chutes can be used, the others are easy to do.

Zhao Guangming relieved his heart and asked, "Are you tired?"

"Tired, it's just the same play. One was missing.

"Then hurry up and clean up, it's getting dark, you go cook if you don't have a door, Fan Yang, you come and help me clean up." ”

The two of them were busy for more than half an hour, and the hut was slowly cleaned up.

When Zhao Guangming left, a layer of lime was laid under the shed, and the pad below was so high, the main structure of the shed was still very strong, but the space was not large, this river was a fir forest, and it was very convenient to cut wood, so most of the shed was made of logs.

Two wooden tables, with tools scattered around them, crucibles, coal stoves, and some bottles and cans, seemed to be a working countertop.

There was another table, wrapped in a few quilts, and some pots, spatulas, oil and salt spices, and the like.

There was a bed in the corner, on which were two brown mats.

On the first night, the three of them spread a quilt on the bed and squeezed together for the night.

The next morning, I took out last year's quilt to dry, and then began to expand the shed, which used to be used by Zhao Guangming alone, but now it is definitely not enough for three people.

The three of them were busy for two days, doubling the size of the shed, and repairing everything that should be repaired, and the problem of food and shelter was still very well solved, and the two sheep were tied under the shed in case of emergency.

Horses are also tethered around the shed, and they can graze with their heads buried.

Although it is remote here, it is still very convenient to purchase living materials, only thirty or forty kilometers away from Tagong Town, and it will be there in half a day by horseback.

It's just that it's several kilometers deep into the river valley, and it's hard for ordinary people to run here.

So it's stealthy enough.

I have been busy all the way for three or four days, and I have been like a savage in the past few days, but I have to be busy, plus the three of them are talking and laughing, and I am still very happy.

Herdsmen never eat fish, the waterhole here is clear and visible, two or three catties of fish, not afraid of people at all, really like the movie, sharpened with a wooden stick, plug a few can also be inserted.

But this is just fun, Zhao Guangming made a fishing net with a nylon rope, and there are several of them in one net.

I can't finish it at all.

Although the forests in Tibet are not like those forests in the northeast, the wild resources are not abundant, but there are many fish, fungus, and mushrooms.

Even if you don't buy food, you won't starve to death.

After arranging his life, Zhao Guangming began to pack up his tools, Fan Yang doubted whether Zhao Guangming was born as a carpenter, planers, chisels, and wedges were all done decently, and the craftsmanship of sieves and bamboo weaving was also very good, and the two pairs of water slides were a little rotten, Zhao Guangming simply removed the sink, re-planed it with a planer, and then used a wire brush to scrape the surface of the chute roughly.

Ready.

Began to prepare for the gold panning.

With two people carrying hoes and shovels, he walked a few hundred meters down the river valley to his mine.

The river is only a few meters wide, and due to the large difference in water levels between winter and summer, both sides of the river are sandy land.

The ancient method of panning for gold is actually individual work, not that it is enough to shovel sand by the river and shake it in a sieve.

Washing gold buckets and panning sand in the water is the third process.

The density of golden sand is higher, and under the physical action of water, it will naturally sink to the bottom, just like mining, without digging five or six meters deep, it will not be able to contact the real gold layer.

Last year, Zhao Guangming dug here for four or five days before digging a pit two or three meters deep, and he couldn't dig it anymore, so he just dug a skin.

After a year, the rising water filled in the pit dug last year.

I'll have to dig again this year.

Seeing the bewildered looks of the two, Zhao Guangming was secretly proud, he found two coolies this year, and it seemed that he didn't have to work so hard.

Zhao Guangming lifted the shovel, beckoned the two of them to come over, and shoveled down a meter deep on the half-slope last year.

Grab the sand, put it under your nose, and look at the sunlight, and the reflection is already obvious.

Another burst of pride.

This place is a rare pit even for experienced gold diggers.

"Help me get the bucket. ”

Zhao Guangming stretched out his hand, ran over without a door, and took the gold washing bucket.

Zhao Guangming changed into a rubber jumpsuit, stretched out his old arms and legs, stepped into the river with one foot, walked to a waist-deep position, sneezed from the cold, and put the gold washing bucket on the waist, which was convenient to borrow strength, and shook his hands, the action was still a little good-looking, just like playing Tai Chi in the water, one by one, the strength was just right, and it was repeatedly turned for more than ten minutes, and the sand that came out was reflected in the sunlight on the water surface.

"Out of it. ”

Zhao Guangming shook it for a few more minutes, and there was only one handful left in half a bucket of sand.

Zhao Guangming got up from the river wet, set up a water slide trough, one end of the water slide was 30 centimeters high, forming an angle of about 25 degrees with the ground, spread out the handful of sand, spread it on the top of the sink, picked up a water scoop, scooped a scoop of river water, and gently poured it up.

The delicate flow of water washes away the handful of sand, and the fine sand slowly spreads along the sliding trough, and the rough burr-like fibers on the elm board can absorb the dusty golden sand.

The excess sand will be washed away along the sink.

The more Fan Yang and the missing door looked at the two of them, the more amazing they became, and finally opened their mouths wide, and after Zhao Guangming did this, he slowly drenched the water sink twice.

At this time, on the surface of the sink, there were even two yellow-orange-orange, rice-sized gold particles.

Zhao Guangming used a pair of tweezers to clamp the two gold grains and put them in the palm of his hand.

Isn't this what gold is?

Fan Yang and Missing Door picked up one by one and watched it in the sun for a long time.

"This is gold?"

"It's as simple as that?"