"Get off the bus, fat man, you carry your bag-" After a few hours of bumpy driving, he gradually approached Yuyan Mountain, the source of bloodstone. The group of three people finally got off the bus in a small village at the bottom of the mountain, and after the two cameramen armed the fat man with all the big bags and small bags, they leisurely walked to the village.

Turning the mountain road just now, Brother Badou was a little dizzy, looking into the distance, the mountains were undulating, the peaks and peaks were stacked, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Where is the bloodstone?" ”

Soon he saw the traces of bloodstone, entered the village, and saw that there were many shops on both sides of the road, and the lights inside were brilliant in the daytime, and through the shop windows, you could see a dazzling array of handicrafts. Most of them are ornaments and seal stones carved by bloodstone, and there are many people in and out, but they see more and buy less.

The fat man looked in like a refugee, his backpack and umbrella came to the window and looked inside, good guy, the price is thousands, for him who has been struggling at the bottom, it is so out of reach.

Greatly stimulated, he could only follow the two cameramen forward. Although it is only a small village here, most of the people are small western-style buildings, and it seems that it is true that they rely on the mountains to eat the mountains.

Many families in the village entertain tourists from other places, and when they see the fat man's refugee look, a lady immediately comes up to talk to him, and when the fat man asks the price, he immediately sticks out his tongue -- it is more expensive than the big hotels in the city, and the common people are not so simple now, and they kill customers to death.

Wang took out a piece of paper and shook it: "Where is the village committee, we are in office." ”

The fat man simply put his burden on the ground and sat here waiting. Together, these things are hundreds of catties, and they have to be carried up the mountain tomorrow, and it seems that this thousand yuan is really not so easy to earn.

I don't know how Wang Shi seemed to fool him, but in the end, a village cadre led them to a farmer's house, and the village reimbursed all the food and housing.

Before leaving, Wang took out the camera and took a picture of the village cadre: "Don't worry, when the movie is made, there will definitely be a shot of you!" ”

"I'll get you some game, everyone in the city likes this-" The village cadres ran happily, running lightly, running far away, and the fat man could still hear him muttering: "I'm on the movie, I can also go to the movie-"

"It's really crippled people-" The fat man secretly despised Wang Camera in his heart: It's too unsophisticated, I didn't even take off the lens cover just now.

"Tomorrow morning I will go up the mountain to shoot-" Wang Camera threw down a sentence, and then disappeared with the camera, probably running away again, and the other cameraman of course did the same, and finally only threw the fat man to the courtyard, but fortunately, the owner Qian Laohan accompanied him.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, gray-haired, and very loyal, but his eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of peasant cunning.

"I'm going to see the stones—" muttered the fat man.

"Mr. Gao wants to buy bloodstone, and I have a few pieces at home, and I picked them up a few years ago when I was on a tight leg—" Old Man Qian said unhurriedly.

The fat man slapped his thigh: "Then you have to look at it - don't call me Mr. Lao, I have goosebumps on my body when I hear it, and my nickname is Badou." ”

He was in a desperate mood to see if his own clairvoyant eye could see the mystery inside the stone.

Qian Laohan led him into the building unhurriedly, opened an anti-theft door, and there were more than a dozen stones of all sizes scattered on the ground. Without saying a word, the fat man ran to the largest, the epidermis was very rough, a little turned sand, and a hair-like blood line was faintly exposed.

The fat man held his breath and looked closely, and his heart was pounding uncontrollably, twice as fast as usual. He knew that this moment might decide his fate in the future, so he couldn't calm down.

Just like peeling off layers of gauze and following the red thread, the fat man's vision struggles to enter the stone, and it seems that this perspective ability is also related to the material of the object being seen. Soon, the red threads began to spread, like patches of delicate red plums, blooming among the stones.

I finally saw it - like a pair of invisible hands, slowly peeling off the stone, this feeling is wonderful, as if it was not a stone, but a young girl, fat man is one by one-

Ahh ”

Old man Qian slowly stretched out a slap, and the fat man's heart sank: "Five hundred yuan-"

The slap shook horizontally in the air, and the fat man gritted his teeth and reported another number: "Five thousand!" ”

The slap continued to shake, and the fat man rubbed and jumped up: "Fifty thousand!" Looking at his posture, it seems that he can't wait to swallow the old man in one bite.

Qian Laohan was very calm, and nodded with a smile: "A few days ago, someone gave me 40,000 yuan, but he didn't take it." Mr. Gao - Badou, this stone is the cheapest, just give me 800 pieces. ”

Watching Qian Laohan touch the fist-sized stone with his foot, the fat man touched his pocket and took out a wad of money from it, a total of more than two hundred, this is his full net worth.

"Eight buckets, if you hire someone to carry the stones down from the mountain, it's more than that." Qian Laohan can be regarded as seeing the net worth of a fat man.

The fat man also said twice and walked out of the house: "Then I just carry the stone and forget it, anyway, I have the strength to do it." ”

Although he still looks like he has no heart and lungs, Brother Badou feels very uncomfortable in his heart, and he also feels a little bitter in his mouth: it is the bitterness that can only be tasted after the hardships of a poor life.

Probably feeling a little gaffe just now, Qian Laohan went into the house and took out a bag of local specialty pecans, found a piece of bamboo shade to sit on, and chatted with the fat man while eating: "Now these stones are expensive, when I was young, no one wanted this thing at all." There was a mercury factory at the foot of the mountain, and all the red stones were pulled into the factory to refine the mercury. ”

Fat people still know this common sense, the red color of bloodstone mainly comes from cinnabar, that is, mercury sulfide, which can indeed refine mercury. However, refining mercury with expensive bloodstone is really a bit of a violent feeling.

"A stone is a stone, no matter whether it is expensive or cheap in the eyes of others, whether it is placed in the palace or used to build a pit, it is a stone-" Qian Laohan looked up at the lush mountains in the distance, and there was a kind of emptiness in his eyes that penetrated the world.

The fat man also stayed for a long time, and then he said a few times: "This bloodstone, no one will use it to build a pit." ”

"Why not, when I was six years old, the village brought back several truckloads of stones from the quarry, and I was going to build a house, but later I said that the top was red, and the blood was unlucky to hit the foundation, and the result was to build a pigsty and thatched houses. Two years ago, someone in the village remembered this stubble, dug a stone from the thatched pit, cut out a piece of black and white with red blood on the bottom, three-color Liu Guan Zhang bloodstone, and immediately built a small western-style building! ”

"And this thing, this family is really shit luck, and the stones in the pit can also make a fortune!" The fat man was stunned when he heard this.

Old man Qian said twice, and pointed to his two-story small building with his hand: "It's this small building, that person is me-"