"Don't go to the car to get the money yet. ”

"Ah...... Oooh......"

Although the young man was a little unhappy, he hurriedly turned around and ran into the car, and soon trotted over with a paper bag and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took out a thick stack from it and handed it to Zheng Qilin.

Zheng Qilin took the money and handed the lingzhi in his hand to the middle-aged man.

"Little brother, you click it, it's just 10,000 yuan, and I took the project money in the morning. ”

"No need. ”

Zheng Qilin left with the bag.

"Pretend!"

The young man said dismissively.

"Gone. ”

The middle-aged man glared at the man.

"Brother-in-law, is this Lingzhi really worth 10,000?"

The young man hesitated.

"Is your brother-in-law a person who has done a loss-making business? That guy just now doesn't seem to be simple, who is a relative in this village?"

The middle-aged man thought back to Zheng Qilin's appearance and thought thoughtfully.

......

"The little guy did well today, and earned me 10,000 yuan, so I didn't save you in vain. I'll get you something delicious in the afternoon, so let's play by yourself. ”

Zheng Qilin walked into the yard, touched the puppy's head, and put it on the ground.

Before coming to the utility room, I lifted the lid of the old basin, and the centipedes inside were dense, similar to the morning. However, after taking a closer look, I found that there were more than a dozen centipede corpses inside, and some centipedes surrounded and ate those dead centipedes.

"It seems that we have to deal with these centipedes, and if we keep them like this for a few more days, they may not only not increase but also decrease. ”

Zheng Qilin analyzed.

When I entered the room, I lit a fire on the stove, put a kettle, and waited for the water to boil and dispose of the centipedes.

Out of the room, they came to a wasteland next to the well in front of the west wall, which was used to grow vegetables when they lived here, and was equivalent to a vegetable garden in their own yard. It's been inhabited for many years now, and it's a complete wasteland.

This piece of land is about fifty or sixty square meters, divided into five furrows.

Today, remove the grass from the vegetable field, loosen the soil, and then soak the purchased rapeseed in a bowl, and then water the vegetable field tomorrow morning, and you can plant.

He plans to plant some leafy vegetables first, such as bok choy, spinach, rape, and leeks. These greens have a short growth cycle, and now the weather is estimated to start pulling and eating in a week or two. After he messed up here, he definitely had to cook and eat by himself here, and he couldn't keep going past his parents.

In less than half an hour, the grass in the vegetable patch was hoeed off and the ground was turned over. He picked up the weeds and threw them aside.

Why pick it up?

The main concern is that the roots of these weeds will come back to life after being buried in the soil. After all, these weeds are very vigorous in their lives.

Looking at the vegetable patch that had been made, he seemed to see the green grass growing in a few days.

Estimating that the water on the stove was boiling, he put down his hoe and went back to his room, where the water in the kettle was really boiling, and poured it into a basin and adjusted the temperature to about sixty or seventy degrees Celsius.

Why is it exactly sixty or seventy degrees? Because the water temperature is too low, the centipedes will not die, and if the water temperature is too high, the centipedes will be scalded, so sixty or seventy degrees is just right.

With the basin, he came to the old basin where the centipedes were placed at the door of the utility room.

With a "bang", a basin of water was poured into the old basin.

"Whoosh ......"

The centipedes in the old pot were running around like ants on a hot pot, but within a few minutes, they were all motionless.

He took out a few bundles of bamboo sticks, took a stool, sat down in front of the old basin and began to wear centipedes, and he hung the centipedes on the lid of the old basin and let them dry naturally.

After some centipede catchers arrive at this link, they will take advantage of the heat to bake the centipedes worn on bamboo skewers on a fire bowl. Because the drug dealers who collect centipedes are priced according to the size of the centipede, it is slightly longer to bake it while it is hot than to dry it naturally.

After wearing it for nearly an hour, I finally put on seven or eight hundred centipedes, and more than seven hundred of them were densely arranged.

In a few days, the centipedes will come, and this will be more than two thousand yuan.

"Huh, where's the dog?"

Zheng Qilin only realized at this time that he hadn't seen the puppy for a while, and he didn't know where it had gone.

"Dog!"

Zheng Qilin shouted.

"Woo ......"

On the other side of the yard, the sound of a dog came from the corner near the millstone.

"What are you doing?"

Zheng Qilin walked over there and saw the puppy sniffing around the corner.

"Woo........."

The dog barked a few times, as if he wanted to say something to Zheng Qilin, but Zheng Qilin couldn't understand the dog's language.

"Wow Wow...... Woowoo woo ......"

The dog glanced at Zheng Qilin, then at the corner, then shaved twice with his paws, and then looked back at Zheng Qilin.

"Oooh, I see, you mean there's something buried down here?"

Zheng Qilin said.

"Woo ......"

The dog nodded.

"What could be down here?"

Zheng Qilin frowned, thought about it, and vaguely seemed to remember that his father once said that his grandfather had put some ancestral things into a black box and buried them in the yard, and he would have told his father, but his grandfather died too suddenly, so no one knew where the black box was buried, and the only thing that was certain was that it was in this old yard.

Now it seems that the black box is buried here.

It just so happens that there is nothing to do now, so let's dig out this box.

Zheng Qilin looked at the position, went over there and took a shovel and pouted his head, returned here, rubbed his hands, picked up the pout, and swung it down heavily.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Zheng Qilin worked harder than he could, and large pieces of dirt were dug out and piled on both sides.

The dog squatted quietly beside him, watching Zheng Qilin dig.

"Knock...... Knock knock ......"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, and worked harder.

In the blink of an eye, a small pit of thirty or forty centimeters had been dug out, and I recalled that my father said that the box was not buried deeply, about two feet at most, and it was estimated that it would be possible to see it if I dug another thirty or forty centimeters.

Zheng Qilin's eyes flashed, a little nervous, a little excited, since it is an ancestral thing, it will definitely be worth some money.

After a slight pause, he switched his hoe from his left hand to his right hand, and swung it more diligently.

Dozens of pouts went down, and it was thirty or forty centimeters deep.

"Bang ......"

A strange voice came out, Zheng Qilin was startled, immediately put away the hoe, squatted down and carefully picked up the soil next to him with his hands, and sure enough, he saw a layer of white plastic, and the hole that he had just pouted to cut tore open several thick layers of plastic, and a black and slimy wooden box was revealed.

"Black box? Yes, this box must be the one that grandpa buried. I thought that he had actually found it!"

Zheng Qilin is very sure.

There was also a small black box of the same size in the utility room of his hometown, fifty centimeters long, thirty centimeters wide, and thirty centimeters high. In my memory, my grandmother always complained about my grandfather, saying that when she married my grandfather, my grandfather only gave them two broken boxes.

After Grandpa died, the parents sorted through their belongings and found only another small black box.