Sakhalin Island in the rough spring adds a bit of charm, the primeval forest mixed with coniferous leaves is green and towering, the river formed by the melting water of the glacier makes a rattling sound, and among the forests, you can also hear squirrels and birds jumping around, and then look back, the majestic white-topped snow-capped mountains are magnificent, and it is a beautiful scenery in the north.

Unfortunately, the world is fascinated by desire, and such a magnificent beauty is ignored, but a group of people are puffing and churning in the clear river valley, and the mud under their feet has polluted half of the river.

If there are future generations who are willing to watch American Westerns, they will definitely feel familiar when they come here, and the Sakhalin natives in leather robes have no idea about the biting cold water, constantly scooping up sand from the valley and shaking it in a sieve, constantly washing off the surface of the floating sand with water, and swaying it little by little, and finally with a lament, they will all be poured out, and replaced with a few shovels of new sand.

Male and female natives, their hands are already red from the cold.

There is also a Turkish nobleman who is also wearing animal skin clothes, but it is obviously carefully sewn, symmetrical, generous and beautiful, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, while watching the natives sifting the sand below, and shouting loudly.

"Hurry up, sieve Lao Tzu! Find the golden powder that the Great Shaman asked for early! Lao Tzu has packed tickets with the big shaman, we definitely have the things he wants, as long as he finds it, the big shaman is happy, at least he can reward our tribe with hundreds of baskets of rice, dozens of boxes of sugar, Lao Tzu has food, and when the time comes, every household will not starve to death if they have cubs!"

"If you can't find it! As soon as the great shaman got angry, the spell waved down, and you all had to be cursed to turn into rabbits, and then take it to the old men of Dongjiang to roast and eat!"

I don't know if Mao Jue has been mythologized or demonized, after the three-faced statue, all the natives of Sakhalin, even including the Hamgung Jurchens, called Mao Jue a great shaman, a bunch of guys spread by word of mouth, Mao Jue has become a blue-faced fanged blood basin mouth, with three heads, eight spider-like arms, can call wind and rain with a wave of his hand, can curse people into animals, drink the blood of more than a dozen people every day, eat the hearts of more than a dozen people, anyway, he is not human, and the villain in the game is like what he is like.

After these indigenous tribesmen took refuge in the Dongjiang River, although they were allocated real estate, the Dongjiang River did not disrupt the social order of these tribes before, and the tribes still belonged to the primitive slave system, and all the tribal members were the private property of the tribal chiefs and nobles, and the people who worked at the bottom were also.

was originally afraid of the divine power of the chieftain and nobles, but now there is a bigger boss like Mao Jue, and a group of people of all ages are even more trembling and stepping up shoveling sand, digging big pits from the river valley, and making it look like the surface of the moon.

Just when the tribal nobleman was working as a supervisor, a sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the other side of the valley stream, and the tribal nobleman who was still as angry as his grandfather just now immediately became a grandson again, nodded and greeted him as if he was a traitor.

"Oh, you Song Ye! You're getting old! That Zahab, hard work! Why don't you hurry up and move the stool, put on the sugar water, and smoke! Master Song, please come here!"

A knight knelt on one knee beside the horse, Song Datou is not a liar who runs the rivers and lakes now, he stepped on the knight's back and got off the horse with pomp, stretched out his hand, and took off the vulgar Dongjiang sunglasses on his face, and arrogantly wiped it with a piece of deerskin, without looking at the native chief.

"You don't have to sit down! I'll have to run to the Sea Buckthorn Guard in a while, outside of Grum, how are you doing here? The general is in a hurry! If you don't see Jinsha again at the end of this month, his old man will have to be replaced, and when the time comes, you will go to which farm to dig stones, and the official will not be able to guarantee it! ”

On the door of his head, beads of sweat were about to flow down, and this indigenous nobleman named Gurum nodded again and again, and an old face smiled as if crying, and asked for mercy sadly.

"Master Song! A little more grace days, in the past, my grandfather's grandfather really scooped out the golden sand in this small stream, and after it was melted, it was used as a tribute, and it was supplied to His Majesty the Ming Emperor, and there were ten days and half a month, and it would definitely be able to be sifted out, Lord Song, you are tired!"

The fastest rendering is the human heart, the indigenous people who used to hunt in the mountains for a living, but now they have become slippery, trembling and taking out a cigarette case from their pockets, bending down and handing a cigarette to Song Xiance, this Gurum's expression is the same as that of a profiteer who has been soaking in the port of Iron Mountain for several years.

It's a pity that Song Xiance didn't eat this set, and pushed away the cigarette he handed over in disgust, stretched out his hand, and took out a box of cigarette boxes printed with lead movable type and with a particularly exquisite pattern from his arms.

"Give you another week! Next rest day, if you can't see Jinsha again, you will go to the Hongshuang Yamen to report by yourself, and the master will be in a hurry to take Zijin back to see his wife! I don't have time to rub shoulders with you!"

"Don't worry! Rest assured!"

After the forced pretending, Song Datou turned his head arrogantly and left. Beads of sweat flowed on his head, and he watched Song Xiance step on the hands of his own soldiers and knights and turn over on the horse again, this Gurum patriarch bent down and nodded sadly.

But at this time, an old man of the tribe suddenly ran over from behind, still holding a large stone in his hand.

"Patriarch! There is gold dust on this stone, yellow and yellow, you see!"

was already angry at Song Xiance's place, but this Gurum simply slapped the old man on the head and hit him stumbling.

"How many times have I said it! What the great shaman wants is golden sand from the sand! Why don't you get out and sift the sand!"

The stone was thrown to the side, and the old man nodded and bowed sadly, and picked up the sieve in a trembling voice, who knew that before Grum could turn back arrogantly, he would be slapped the head.

"You get out of the way!"

This time, there was no need for the knight to step up, Song Xiance ran back in three steps and two steps, and reached out to pick up the stone.

It is supposed to be a weathered stone falling from the valley, and it has not yet been hit by the flowing water, and it is angular, and in the center of the stone, a large golden powder color reflects an attractive metallic luster in the sunlight, which is clearly a large gold mine.

"Master Song, is this stone useful? In the past two days, the patriarch has made us throw a lot? ”

The old man muttered in a whisper, Song Xiance almost didn't vomit blood, in the garbage heap on the beach, such a mountain of gold ore was piled up, there were thirty or forty pieces, in order to find this gold mine, Mao Jue was in a hurry to urge him for more than a month, good guy, in the end, he was thrown away like garbage.

Speechlessly, he hooked his finger at the stupid Gurum, and Song Xiance suddenly snorted and roared angrily like a dog.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to move away!"

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A pile of big stones, still hidden in the garbage heap during the day, has been transformed at night, a hundred times worth lying down on the side of the Red Shuangcheng River Port, the most luxurious business district where the rich gather, the Liao Chamber of Commerce Hall on the solid wood table painted with Jiangnan red paint, more than a dozen businessmen with red eyes around these ores, one of them is dry and thin like dried beef, wearing a cloth robe, wearing a melon skin hat on his head Shanxi vinegar Lao Xi'er also wiped it with his fingers, and then nodded his head excitedly.

"Bonanza, this is definitely a bonanza!"

Looking at those ores, Mao Jue's face also showed a look of joy.

Why do Westerners go to the American continent to pan for gold, in fact, it is not necessarily that the Americas produce more gold than the Eurasian continent, but thousands of years of greedy mining by people, and the gold mines that are easy to mine in Asia and Europe are almost exhausted, while the Americas are a wild land, uncultivated virgin land, and the gold mines found here are much easier than those in Europe.

This Sakhalin Island for the Dongjiang River, is no less than a new continent, only a month, next to the Red Twin City and near the Fuyin City, there have been two iron mines, a copper mine, and even a shallow oil mine, Vladivostok as a tourist specialty in the later generations of purple gold is almost all Sakhalin Island, and now it is also worthy of Mao Jue's high hopes, he finally dug out the gold!

"Guys, that's interesting!"

"General, this ......, this gold mine will also be handed over to the little ones to manage."

Cao Dashang's excited legs were a little weak when he heard this, and he shouted in disbelief.

It's money to dig up!

Mao Jue, who heard this, simply rolled his eyes and hummed a little depressedly.

"What is the purpose of building this Liao Chamber of Commerce? It's just to communicate with each other, tap business opportunities, and make money together! This Fuxi gold mine is the same as the Qingshan copper mine a few days ago, and the Dongjiang government collects fifty percent of the tax revenue, and the rest of us all work together to develop it!"

This move to Dongjiang is really the right move! A few big businessmen from Fujian were so excited that they almost knelt down to kiss Mao Jue's boots, and nodded busily.

"Interested, interested!"

"General, the little one will pay 50,000 taels of silver!"

"I'll give you 100,000 taels of silver!"

There was a lot of commotion, and there was a quarrel below, and the big businessmen were arguing with red faces and thick necks, and Mao Jue's face couldn't help but show a sinister smile.

The development of Sakhalin Island, Mao Jue is taking a different road, in the later generations is a very fashionable road, the combination of state-owned enterprises and private enterprises, every time a vein is found, these relocated businessmen gathered together, let them invest and subscribe, Dongjiang holds the largest shares, specific management, by the businessmen to implement.

After all, when manpower is poor, a person is covered in iron, and how many catties of nails can he hit in the furnace? Even if the Dongjiang River is the same, if the Dongjiang River is allowed to develop this big island by itself, it is estimated that Mao Jue will not be able to develop it in ten years, and he will train the mining enterprises affiliated to the Dongjiang River, managers at all levels, and administrative personnel, he will have 70,000 people, and there are only a few hundred scholars.

In particular, how difficult will it be to reform state-owned enterprises in the future, such as corruption, supervision and management, and institutional rigidity, which may be involved in the future. However, with this business model, the businessman bears most of the administrative operation costs, and Dongjiang only needs to set up a supervision department, and if a businessman does not do a good job, he will be kicked away, and some people are willing to come and dig it.

If it takes ten years normally, the Dongjiang River can develop and improve this big island as a sentinel to open up Heilongjiang, so down, two years is enough!

And if here, if the combination of state-owned enterprises and private enterprises is successful, these businessmen will also play an extremely important role in the future to enter the Great Northern Wilderness.

This big guy argued with a red face and a thick neck, everyone wanted to occupy more shares, and seeing that they couldn't argue for a while, Mao Jue simply waved his hand funny.

"Don't worry! Discuss slowly, but these samples will be taken away first! I promised my wife to bring her back to see her with jewelry made of purple gold, and if I didn't have anything, I wouldn't be able to go home!"

Extremely down-to-earth, Mao Jue squeezed his eyes funny, this head amused many businessmen, and Cao Dashang was busy and hugged his fists.

"The general can take it himself! If necessary, there are several experienced masters there in the villain, and the gold and silver utensils will be transferred to the mansion to listen to it!"

"Oh, Cao Dashang's kindness, I will understand it, but this gold is made, and I will already find a good person, so I won't accompany you more, farewell!"

Hugging watermelons, the soldiers hugged a piece of gold ore, in the many businessmen sent off, Mao Jue was triumphant, he left, he didn't know that the merchants who had just returned to the well-dressed instantly became gritted their teeth one by one, as if they were going to eat each other.

The mall is like a battlefield!

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If last year the Red Twin Cities were picturesque and beautiful tourist destinations, this year they are a smoky and heavily polluted industrial base.

Even if Mao Jue put some iron workshop, copper workshop, and smelter as close to the sea as possible, the black smoke still rose into the sky, and as soon as he walked out of the hall near the port, the choking smell of smoke came to his face again, and Mao Jue couldn't help coughing twice.

No wonder Luo Ning, the girl who can't wait to stick to him like a plaster candy, also ran away to Fuyin half a month ago, which is still a pure agricultural city, listening to the sound of hydrodynamic hammering on the shore, Mao Jue also wanted to run away.

However, the price of this environmental pollution still has to be paid, this is how Britain rose in later generations, London is known as the fog capital, France is similar, and the United States, with child labor, twelve hours of work, stepping on the blood and sweat of the bones to complete the earliest capital accumulation, sustainable development is good, and now Mao Jue does not have this capital.

Although Luo Ning ran away, Mao Jue should use her, and she has to be used, who let this girl deceive more than 3,000 acres of land from her own hands, and you don't have to use it in vain to build the Luo family manor! Holding the gold, Mao Jue walked towards the Luo family's shop in Hongshuangcheng, where there were really several skilled goldsmiths.

But this didn't go far, suddenly on the bank of the river, there was a bang, a heavy iron lid rose to the sky, and smashed straight to Mao Jue, seeing hundreds of pounds of cover cut over his head, all of a sudden, Mao Jue's face turned green.

"There are assassins!!"

(End of chapter)