The people who woke up, didn't care about scolding, and in the case of squeaking the door frame with a loud "squeak", you pushed me out of the door.

Everyone was like a warrior who charged into battle and looked at death as if they were at home, and sprinkled their blood and passion all over their bodies on the path to the thirty-acre ridge.

Behind them are either some old women and old men, or some lazy people with big bellies.

I grabbed Sister Yun's soft arms, anxious to catch up.

"Oops," Sister Yun shouted, squatting down and touching her ankles.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

I asked anxiously as I hurriedly crouched down.

Sister Yun climbed on my shoulder, her face twitched, and she pursed her lips and said, "I just made a violent effort and broke my foot."

I looked up at the villagers who were running away from the door, and my heart was crossed, and I thought: Fuck the gold nuggets.

Sister Yun looked at my hesitation and said with a sneer: Don't worry about me, go dig for gold, look at the monkey anxiety on your face.

I swallowed my saliva, held her silky ankle, and pretended to be calm and smiled: "Sister, the ten golden mountains are not as important as yours.

Sister Yun smiled "sneering", her eyes were full of waves, and she said sweetly: Help my sister up.

The noisy conference room had become empty and deserted. However, there are still four people left: Sister Yun and I, Grandpa Xiao, and Grandma Qi.

After sitting down, I gently placed Sister Yun's injured slender feet on my legs and slowly kneaded them back and forth.

A fresh fragrance lingers on the nose and mouth, and the pieces are smooth around the fingertips.

At this moment, at the bottom of my heart, a little bit of spring love sprouted.

When I was a child, Sister Yun and I had a lot of skin to skin, but it was the innocent natural behavior of a child.

Now, one is a beautiful and graceful young woman, and the other is a vigorous young man with strong blood. Sister Yun and I, if we are compatriots, I will definitely not breed a trace of misconduct in my heart.

Grandpa Xiao smiled happily: The things outside the body are floating like floating earth, true affection, and a thousand gold are rare.

I can understand a few proverbs from Grandpa Xiao, but if I understand it deeply, I am afraid that it will be his age.

Right now, I'm still looking at the golden nuggets on the thirty acres of ridge.

Sister Yun saw that my heart was ape, she raised her slender feet, and said coldly: Let's go, I'll pick up gold with you.

Seeing that Sister Yun had improved, I was overjoyed and reached out to grab her arm.

Unexpectedly, she leaned over and avoided it. She said calmly: I'm much better, you hold me, can't you walk fast, you have to pick up a few pieces of gold?

At the moment, I don't want to think about it too much, but she thinks I am not dedicated enough to take care of her.

When Sister Yun and I ran to the 30-acre ridge, the endless fields were scattered with villagers who were looking down to pick gold.

Everyone lifted their shoes barefoot, and in the pockets and shoehoe, they were bulging with heavy gold nuggets, and when they walked, there would be a sound of "Ding Ding Dang" made by the collision of gold.

The men simply stripped off their coats and used them as ready-made cloth bags, wrapping freshly cut gold nuggets in them.

The women, who were still ashamed, stuffed the extra gold nuggets into their mouths until their cheeks were swollen and stiff, their cheeks were purple, and the corners of their lips were white.

A few insatiable women took off their bras with their backhands, used them as a small tote bag, and frantically gouged them up again.

Everyone, once again, tacitly understands that the more gold nuggets you dig today, the higher the value of your wealth tomorrow, the more you can experience the sense of arrogance that is high up and proud.

What Mao Dan said is true, from the head of the field to the ridge, the beds of the fields are full of glittering gold nuggets.

If the thirty acres of ridge are compared to the sky, the gold scattered in it is the dazzling stars in the sky.

Under the clear sky, pieces of bright and scorching gold nuggets, like golden and mysterious snake heads, are competing to jump, attracting people's souls.

The two mountains in front of Pingling are towering like two door gods, staring at the greedy villagers with cold faces.

At the pass where the mountains are connected, there is no breeze blowing dryly.

There is a thick layer of dry fire steaming on the flat ridge. When the weather is dry, people are even drier.

All the people, wishing that their neighbors around them would be burned to ashes by this scorching fire, so that they could take all the gold nuggets that were all over the ground.

Lust can make people lose their original nature and add endless evil. Thus, there is both nothing to fear and something to worry about.

The sunlight brushed the treetops, and the shadows on the ground became shorter and shorter. The sun has dominated the sky.

Not far from my feet were two gold nuggets that shimmered with a dazzling sheen.

Sister Yun grabbed my wrist and whispered: I don't think it's better not to pick up these inexplicable gold nuggets. Grandpa Xiao is right, you can't get ill-gotten gains.

Her words made me noncommittal. However, seeing that there are only a group of villagers who have picked up gold nuggets and have nothing out of the ordinary, even the saints who have no dust in their hearts will be ready to move when they see it.

I didn't bother to reply to Sister Yun's words, and hurriedly ran to the ground, unbuttoning my shirt with trembling hands.

When I dug out a gold nugget the size of a quail egg and pinched it on my fingertips, the feeling of looking golden and heavy and cool to the touch made my blood flow freely, and the heart in the cavity seemed to tear off the surrounding blood vessels and break through the skin.

"Could it be that Thirty Mu Ridge was once a mountain of gold?"

I looked at the golden light that flashed all over the ground and thought in amazement.

After a while, the "dustpan" I made out of my shirt was filled with more than a dozen gold nuggets of different sizes and shapes.

Since I went out, I have been out for a long time, and there is an occasional muffled sound of "cooing" in my belly.

However, all over the ground, in the eyes, and under the feet, there were pieces of gold nuggets that made people faint for a while, and the feeling of hunger and fatigue was like a swept star stone, which disappeared in an instant.

I glanced back at Sister Yun, and saw that she looked like a goddess who was unmoving, looking indifferently at the villagers who were squatting to pick up gold.

Thousands of green silks, fluttering like waterfalls, flowery skirts, fluttering like lotus.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound under the earth, like a mole burrowing in a hurry, and like a stream of water swimming rapidly. It was in a hurry, and it sounded weird.

Everyone, for a moment, stopped their hands and listened with their ears pricked up.

After a few seconds, a bulging, almost spherical thing rolled under everyone's feet.

Because of the yellow floor, it was difficult to tell what was underground.

"Bombs."

The second baby screamed, hugged the gold nugget in his arms, jumped up a few steps, and fell to the ground.

The rest of the villagers, who were warned by the second baby's scream, were frightened and retreated a few big steps, and then fell to the ground, covering their heads tightly.

On the flat ridge, it is still dry and hot. Between heaven and earth, the dead silence is like a coffin.

After a full half a pillar of incense, everyone squinted, bent their waists, and pressed their faces, secretly looking at the unknown round object under the earth.

The thing, motionless, seemed to be frightened to death by the great sense of fear in the hearts of the villagers.

The yellow-robed warlock with a wide face took a shallow breath, pulled out a short peachwood sword from his arms, and threw it quickly towards the round object in front of him.

With a "bang", the peachwood sword pierced a crack in the ground, and the reunion rolled out with a gurgling face.

The yellow-robed warlock looked at the scorching, dazzling, rapidly rolling round object, and was so frightened that his bean eyes widened, his chin shrank sharply, and the fat on his neck was stacked into layers of oil cakes.

Suddenly, in his mind, he had imagined the terrifying picture of the reunion exploding and tearing him apart.

Who knows, after the reunion stopped, there was a dead silence between heaven and earth.

The yellow-robed warlock pinched a piece of gold, went to point to the reunion, and saw that it did not move. He put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it for a while.

The reunion object was a transparent and cold glass ball, about the size of three ping-pong balls, and in the center, there was a round bead the size of a pear and jujube that was shining with colorful colors.

For a while, the yellow-robed warlock was so fascinated that he couldn't put it down and played back and forth.

And the crystal clear glass bead may also be staring at the yellow-robed warlock selflessly.

The more the yellow-robed warlock looked at it, the brighter the luster of the glass bead became.

Now, the villagers glared at Erwazi fiercely, feeling that his unprovoked call made everyone feel worried and frightened.

The transparent and cold glass balls were picked up by the villagers, put them in their palms, and slowly tasted them. Perhaps, this thing is rarer and more endearing than gold nuggets.

Strangely, no one questioned where this bright thing came from or where it came from.

I picked up the glass ball at my feet, held it in my hand, and put it in the bright sunlight, trying to peek into the novelty.

The sunlight pierced the multicolored orb in the glass ball like thousands of golden arrows. I rotated the glass ball slowly, and the different colors were refracted from different angles.

Each color brings me into a different situation, a different situation, and brings back a different kind of memory for me.

Whether it is a situation or a memory, it is all like a page blown by the wind, flashing from my eyes, whether joy or sorrow.

For a while, my mind was like a replayed movie, and I remembered it again.

And "life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten", gradually, what is impressive is that it is all some painstaking things that have been accumulated in the heart.

The bead seemed to have insight into my heart, and the colors around me changed faster. And I also seemed to want to go back to the old things that made me sad, so I naturally poured out my heart to them.

I felt that the color in my eyes was slowly changing.

And the colors I see have also changed.