PS The old fish on the street gives everyone a New Year's greeting, and wishes everyone a happy New Year 2023.

In addition, thank you for the reward from the haggard heart classmates, thank you to the old fish, and also wish the haggard heart students a happy new year and all the best.

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Of course, Yang Zhen didn't know about these things in the village.

But you can probably guess it.

After all, there is Wang Gui, the director who is in a hurry to climb up, and Huang Guizhen is fanning the yin wind and lighting the ghost fire on the side.

Huang Zhijun was destined to suffer in vain.

Anyway, when he thought of Huang Zhijun's buttocks that was smoked like a steamed bun, Yang Zhen couldn't help but be happy, and said in his heart This bear child.

It's not good to recruit anyone, you have to recruit yourself!

But although he breathed a bad breath.

But thinking that Huang Youming may not be able to do anything about himself for a while, but behind his back, he may not be able to play some tricks.

Yang Zhen also secretly raised his vigilance.

Not only did he deliberately change the time to use the manure extractor to draw the gold nest from day to night, but he also deliberately made more when making wild boar sleeves, in case he was not at the logging site.

The power of the manure pumping machine is not small.

After using the diesel engine at the logging site to generate electricity, it only took two nights for Yang Zhen to drain all the remaining gold-containing sediment in the golden nest.

The content of the golden sand at the bottom layer is indeed as Yang Zhen expected, and it is not known how much higher than the upper layer.

After washing, Yang Zhen initially estimated the amount of golden sand, and he was afraid that there were at least 700 grams!

That's it, because the power of the manure pumping machine is too large, and it is estimated that a lot of Jinsha has been washed away and wasted because the water flow is too fast.

Otherwise, Yang Zhen felt that the amount of gold at the bottom of the golden nest would not be less than one kilogram.

But even so, Yang Zhen was very satisfied.

After all, the total amount of gold sand he scooped out of this golden nest was more than 2,000 grams, to say the least.

Even because the purity of sand gold is less than 999, it is only more than 80 percent.

But if it is refined into pure gold, it is at least 16,700 grams.

16,700 grams of gold, that's 40,000 dollars.

After more than a month of hard work, 40,000 yuan households were built, what is not satisfied?

It's just that the gold is good.

But more than 2,000 grams of golden sand are added together, which is a big jar.

Once discovered, the confiscation of the gold is a minor matter.

Privately reselling gold during the period of state purchasing......

Squatting for ten years or eight years is light, and it is possible to eat guns if you don't do it!

Therefore, just in case, Yang Zhen finally made some yellow mud, put all the golden sand in the yellow mud, and threw it in the stove pond to burn it.

After burning, there is a thick layer of yellow mud on the surface of the golden sand, which looks like it is no longer like ordinary bricks, except that it is even heavier than an iron lump in the hand.

Throw it anywhere, I'm afraid that people won't even look at it rarely.

Not to mention robbing.

"It should be completely safe now!"

Looking at this brick that looks like a brick, but is actually a genuine gold brick, Yang Zhen's heart that always feels a little unreliable can be regarded as completely letting go.

The hollowed-out golden nest was hastily backfilled and laid out again.

Yang Zhen finally had his hands free, and he could put all his thoughts on hunting.

Because the snow is thick.

Plus, it's winter, so there's not much to eat.

Because of this, the large area in the hazelnut forest that was dug up by Yang Zhen dug a rat barn has become a paradise for wild boars in the mountains to find food.

Every once in a while, you can see herds of wild boars of all sizes arching and humming in the hazelnut forest.

Looking at the fat bodies of those hundreds of pounds of wild boars, even their fur was shiny.

Although I haven't eaten less meat these days.

But most of them are lean meat, and the oil and water can only rely on that bit of badger oil.

As soon as he saw those wild boars, he couldn't help but think of the stewed and fried, and the big fat meat that was bubbling out with oil in one bite, Yang Zhen was really drooling.

But even so, Yang Zhen still did not act rashly.

After all, don't look at the wild boar's humming and chirping, fat head and big ears, it doesn't look much different from domestic pigs.

But in fact, he is also a little overlord in the mountains.

Not only is the personality fierce, but also the skin is rough and thick.

Especially adult wild boars, not to mention their thick and hard black hair, they usually like to rub their heads against pine trees and the like.

The pine gum and pig hair are combined and glued together, and it is almost like wearing a piece of armor on the body.

Even tigers and wolves may not be able to bite through easily.

Not to mention Yang Zhen's broken shotgun.

In addition to these, wild boars have another property.

This trait is after being injured and then going berserk......

If you want to find out who injured it, the wild boar will really chase it to the death, and it will not die.

Although there are many wild boars in the hazelnut forest, the terrain is gentle.

Yang Zhen, who only has a broken shotgun and is not sure that he can kill him with one blow, how can he attack it easily?

But just because you don't start doesn't mean you won't start.

After a few days of observation, Yang Zhen dug several small pits on the periphery of the hazelnut forest, and inserted a few sharpened wooden stakes into the pits.

After placing the bait in one place again.

Yang Zhen climbed a big tree, trapped himself in the tree, and began to wait silently.

Two or three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Just when Yang Zhen froze to death on the tree every day, but he didn't even look at half a pig hair around.

Two or three days later, a herd of wild boars finally came smelling the smell.

As soon as he saw the wild boar coming, like Yang Zhen, he also lay in ambush for a few days, and a few dogs such as the black tiger, who were quite annoying, couldn't help but start roaring unmistakably.

"Black Tiger, give me orders!"

"Don't scream!"

Yang Zhen lowered his voice and roared.

Because it's an old hound, plus this time of getting along.

When several dogs heard the sound, they almost understood Yang Zhen's words, and immediately quieted down and continued to lie on their stomachs in the snow without moving.

A few wild boars with a large herd of wild boars, arching and humming, came straight to the area where the bait was sprinkled.

With just a glance, Yang Zhen set his eyes on the largest male wild boar.

It is more than half a human and two meters long, and the black and yellow fangs in its mouth are like knives.

Standing out from the crowd of wild boars, it looks like it is two or three hundred pounds of fear.

"That's you!"

Looking at this male wild boar, Yang Zhen was silent, and slowly put the shotgun on his shoulder to aim.

A herd of wild boars apparently did not feel anything unusual.

He is still humming and arching, and is constantly moving closer to the area where the bait is.

Click!

Boom!

In the midst of the explosion, the iron sand made a piercing whistling in the air.

Because the distance is close enough, plus the view is excellent.

After a shot was fired, Yang Zhen could almost visibly see a large piece of iron sand smashing into the stomach of the male wild boar.

At the moment of being shot, the male boar had already howled miserably, and ran away.

The remaining wild boars, large and small, were frightened, and they also subconsciously followed and fled in all directions.

If you want to let this group of wild boars run like this, I am afraid that it will be in vain today.

After all, although the shot just now was hit, with the physique of a male wild boar, I am afraid that he will not die at all.

Fortunately, hearing the gunshots, the black tiger and several other hunting dogs immediately shot out like sharp arrows from all over the ambush as if they had heard the trumpet of the charge, and rushed straight in the direction of the wild boar's escape.

Although with the physique of a few hunting dogs, let alone the male wild boar.

It is the other few half-sized wild boars, who are afraid of colliding head-on, and they can be directly knocked away.

Fortunately, seeing the black tiger and a few other dogs pounce suddenly, the frightened wild boar subconsciously turned around and was forced to several directions with traps.

Immediately afterwards, several wild boars rushed into the pit one after another, as if they had been hit by a tripping horse.

There are even wild boars that let out a miserable howl like killing pigs.

Obviously, because of the huge inertia, I was afraid that it would be strung directly on the stakes in the pit.