According to the market price estimate, the conservative value must be at least 20,000 yuan, which is equivalent to the income of the villagers for one or two years.

The people closest to Mao Dan were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes became blood-red, and they were dragged by the three souls and seven spirits in their bodies to compete for the gold nuggets that fell to the ground and were shinier than the sun.

With a "bang", the door of the conference room was closed by several people blocking the door.

Everyone rushed up and surrounded the hairy eggs and the few people who grabbed the gold.

A new round of scramble has been staged again.

In a fierce scramble that bordered on a fight, a few more people looted the gold nuggets in Mao Dan's other trouser pocket.

Now, Mao Dan is not only empty-handed, but his clothes are torn by the villagers.

Don't say that it is in a small village in the middle of nowhere, even if you are in a bustling metropolis, people who see gold and don't fight for it are either blind or naïve. The village chief, the yellow-robed warlock, and the old lady have already mixed in in grandiose.

For a while, I couldn't help but surround me. When I saw the bright gold, I suddenly felt that the blood boiling in my body was constantly shouting to myself: Go and grab it.

Suddenly, the originally calm and orderly conference room became noisy and messy. The table was cracked, the chair was broken, and the eyes were in shambles.

For a few pieces of gold, the villagers can be said to be ruthless to each other: the big ones kick down the small ones, the strong ones bring down the weak ones, the young ones knock down the old ones, and the hearted ones beat the kind.

On weekdays, everyone has some small festivals with each other. And today, it seems that they are deliberately magnifying the festival and putting it into a kind of hatred that is not shared.

The law of competition is vividly interpreted by everyone; The realistic creed of the word first has been portrayed by everyone.

There is no right or wrong, no distinction between black and white, only success and defeat.

When Brother Da Tie and Brother Da Wu were fighting for a piece of gold at the same time, I wanted to take the opportunity to grab it, but Sister Yun spied out my evil thoughts and quickly dragged me aside.

The hairy egg, who fell to the side and looked desperate, blocked the few pieces of rags that were lucky enough to be left in the private parts of his body, looking like a beggar begging along the street.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone was scrambling, Mao Dan rolled up and slipped to the door, wanting to take the opportunity to escape.

A sharp-eyed and fast-mouthed aunt said loudly: Mao Dan is going to run.

When everyone heard this, they stopped. A few fierce men who were able to fight vigorously carried him back like a pig and a sheep.

Mao Dan was pressed down by several people, unable to move at all.

One of them asked angrily: Mao Dan, where did you get the gold nuggets?

The hairy egg mouse burst into tears, looked up at the villagers who hated to strip his skin and flesh naked, so that he could see his heart, and said tremblingly: I'll pick it up on the side of the road...... Picked up.

Seeing him speak in a slurred and flickering manner, the villagers were unconvinced.

Brother Da Tie was in a hurry, broke off a stool leg, put the spikes at the broken point on the bulging belly of the hairy egg, gritted his teeth and said: Fellow villagers, you'd better explain honestly, otherwise, my hand that doesn't know the weight of the weight will hang down slightly......

"Yes, you can't eat by yourself and let us drink the northwest wind."

An aunt didn't wait for Brother Da Tie to finish speaking, and forcibly interjected.

The yellow-robed warlock took off his robe and covered it on Mao Dan's body, and said with a smile: Come, little brother, cover your shame. The so-called blessings are shared, difficulties are shared, and selfish desires should not be too heavy, and crossing others is crossing oneself.

With a "hiss", a sharp wooden thorn cut a bloody wound the size of a cigarette butt on the belly of the hairy egg, and a lock of bright red blood overflowed.

"Ah," Big Iron screamed, tossing the bloodied leg of the stool in his hand.

Surprisingly, it was the supple and amiable sister-in-law who was so ruthless.

It turned out that Brother Da Tie put the sharp thorn against the belly of the hairy egg, just to bluff him. And the sister-in-law on the side pressed the end of the stool and stabbed it angrily.

The surprised crowd couldn't help but secretly praise Sister-in-law's heroic deeds.

"Yo," Mao Dan grinned in pain, and his temples were wet with a cold sweat.

Sister-in-law Kuan was angry and said sharply: I died yesterday with a man, and today I received a few beatings for no reason. I've been poor for decades, and whoever doesn't let me feel better, I have to fight with him. Tell me, where did you get the gold?

Uncle Erbao gently pinched Sister-in-law Kuan's shoulder and comforted her. He was also dissatisfied and said coldly: Mao Dan, the villagers have no grievances with you, and they have helped you many times, you don't have a bad conscience. If you eat meat, you will always get a bowl of soup for the villagers to drink, right?

After Uncle Erbao finished speaking, he only heard a few "clicks", and in the hands of the villagers, there were several more sharp and crazy stool legs.

Poverty is such a terrible thing, terrible that you dare not think about the wealth of gold. And when you bypass your imagination and really meet it, you will desperately try to get it, even if you die because of it, even if it is a catastrophe.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, and if he delayed a little, he would be in danger of his life, Mao Dan felt that he had encountered a group of fierce ghosts, and his eyes were full of fear.

He hesitated: Three...... Thirty acres.

"Thirty acres" is thirty acres of ridge, which is the place where I went to Aunt Qing's grave with Sister Yun a few days ago.

The second baby snorted angrily and said coldly: Thirty acres is so big, when do we have to find it? You make it clear.

Mao Dan was pressed by several strong men, and his bulging throat slid around with difficulty on the thin throat, and he was very uncomfortable with every word.

Several strong men were anxious to find out the precise location of the gold, and lifted him up with one foot and one backhand.

Mao Dan, who stood up, put his finger to his lips, "shh However, the matter must not be leaked, otherwise all the gold nuggets will be handed over to confiscate.

When everyone saw Mao Dan "lost and returned", and wished to "turn back", they all smiled, and regarded him as a harmonious and kind fellow. For his words, I also recognized it.

Mao Dan couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart, and whispered excitedly: Not long ago, I went to the ridge to find a grave for my deceased wife. When I went down the ridge, I found that the entire thirty acres of ridge was full of glittering gold nuggets. The gold nuggets, like peanuts that have been cut out, sparkle in the bed of the field.

The little third sister sucked her fingers, and her always squeamish voice became a little thicker because of anxiety, and said: That...... So why don't you pick up more?

Mao Dan wrapped the robe that was draped over his body and said, "My two trouser pockets are full." I thought, there are so many gold nuggets, I have to go home and get a few cloth bags to put them. As soon as they arrived in the village, they saw the Soviet Bureau and their back and forth in the village. I thought to myself that I must not be touched by them, otherwise the sharp-eyed Su Bureau will be able to do everything possible to ask the secret in my heart, if so, not only will they take away the gold pieces in the field, but even the few pieces in my trouser pocket will not be able to be saved. At the moment, I had nowhere else to go, so I came to the brigade headquarters.

Although our village is small and poor, it is reported that it was a prosperous commercial town in ancient times, and some precious cultural relics have indeed been dug up before.

There are strange things of gold nuggets everywhere, and I have neither heard of them, nor dare I dare to dream of them. It's an incredible, yet ecstatic wonder.

After listening to Mao Dan's words, the villagers praised him for his bravery and wit.

When Mao Dan told the story vividly, a few people were already slowly moving to the door like worms.

The rest of the villagers, while staring at Mao Dan's face, pierced their fierce gaze towards the door from time to time.

Everyone has tacitly agreed that next, there will be an unprecedented competition of foot strength.

Grandpa Xiao, who was sitting alone in the corner, said in a hoarse voice: You can't get ill-gotten gains, beware of disasters.

After hearing this, the corners of their lips curled slightly, and they glanced at him coldly.

A bad old man who has half fallen into the loess and has a miserable life is just the glory and wealth that everyone is about to usher in.

With a "squeak", the door of the conference room has been secretly opened by the person at the door.

The gentle sound of the door pulling was like thunder. Everyone's eyes fell into the small opening, trying to glue it together.

The hairy eggs that have lost their value have been left out in the cold again. The meaning of his words has been exhausted, and what remains is nothing more than some boundless nonsense, in order to get praise from the villagers against their will.

The village chief, who has always been stupid, shook his clumsy body to the door like a gorilla, and whispered: Don't mess around, don't shout, don't rob, lest the police find out. We sneaked up from the "Kang Slope" on the southeast side to the 30 acres of ridge.

Next to the kang slope, there were originally several families living there. Later, because of the soft ground, every rainy day, there were always caves collapsing, so the families moved to the hinterland of the village. Uncle Erbao's family is one of them.

Without waiting for the villagers to nod their heads and reply, the village chief turned his heels, opened the gate, spread his legs, and ran out with a "snort".

He ran too hastily, scraping his toes heavily on the threshold, and almost falling off. But as soon as he thought of the glittering gold nuggets, he snorted in pain, limped his arms to the limit, and wished to appear on the thirty-acre ridge immediately.

The village chief's "defection" without warning, although it was a moment ago, but to the villagers, it was like a world away.