Chapter 41 A special gift from the big locust tree!
"Madman..."
On the tree, Chen Yang was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He had no idea that the fat man would be so crazy.
If the muzzle of the gun moved even a little higher just now, it might hurt him.
After the fat man finished venting, he put the muzzle of the gun to his mouth and blew on it, with a smile on his face, "Dad, you are too timid. All fear comes from insufficient firepower. We have this What do you need to be afraid of?”
"You bastard."
The middle-aged man's face turned red and he kicked the fat man on the lower back, causing the latter to stagger.
“Are you afraid that others won’t know that we have this thing?”
The middle-aged man, who was still angry, slapped the fat man again and confiscated the gun from him, " If you dare to mess around again, get back here immediately."
"Uncle Lei, calm down, we still have a mission, it's not worth getting angry."
In the team, a young woman stepped forward to pull him away and winked at the fat man.
The fat man's face was bruised and bruised. Although he was unhappy, he still endured it and sat back angrily.
"We have been climbing the mountain for a day. We are tired and hungry. We really can't walk anymore. Uncle Lei..."
The middle-aged man raised his hand before the woman could finish her words. After interrupting, he took out a map, looked at it, and finally gave a serious instruction, "Leave this forest first, and then find a place to rest."
The one he held in his hand was from Qishan. On the topographic map, the location of the old ghost forest is eye-catchingly red.
No one dared to refute anymore.
“Buzz!”
The group was about to leave when they heard a strange sound coming from the tree.
My heart skipped a beat, and I shone my flashlights on the trees one after another.
“Oh, I lost, what?”
"It's a wasp, it's a wasp!"
Before I could get a clear picture, someone was already shouting loudly.
A large number of wasps fell from the dense canopy, like a group of disturbed bandits, and savagely pounced on the group of people.
“Let’s go.”
The middle-aged man shouted, no one dared to stay, but after a few breaths, the tree calmed down again.
...
"Ouch..."
The hum of the big locust tree came to my ears.
Obviously, it has spirituality and cannot feel pain.
Although the few shots just now could not kill it, they left many wounds on it.
"This young man is so rude."
The big locust tree complained. He grew up in the deep mountains, and he was still here, doing nothing, but he was still getting shot.
It is a disaster that cannot be avoided.
"Is it okay?"
Chen Yang asked casually. He knew that this injury was nothing to the big locust tree.
"I can't die."
The big locust tree looked a little depressed.
Chen Yang frowned.
Could these people also go to the rice noodle ditch, right?
Judging from their accents, they should be from the city, especially that woman, who has a strong Luoshan accent.
Although Linjiang County is under the jurisdiction of Luoshan City, it is geographically adjacent to Shao'e City.
As the saying goes, customs are easy to change in ten miles and words are easy to speak in hundreds of miles. Their accent in Linjiang County is more biased towards Shao'e City, which is very different from the accent in Luoshan.
Moreover, the Luoshan accent is unique in the entire Shu region and is very easy to identify.
Walking around in the mountains in the middle of the night, I still had something to do.
There are various signs that these people’s purpose is not simple.
Eighty percent of them are here to hunt for treasures.
“These people don’t look like kind-hearted people, little brothers, people from deep mountains and old forests, please be careful...”
“Yeah.”
Chen Yang nodded.
Deep mountains and old forests exist just like green gauze tents. It is very common for a case to occur in a place where secular laws are difficult to restrict, and for someone to die.
What's more, the other party has a gun.
Looking at the direction they left, it was obvious that they were heading towards the rice noodle ditch.
At this time, Chen Yang was no longer sleepy and jumped down from the tree, "Mr. Huai, I'm leaving first. I'll see you again when I have the chance."
"Wait."< br>
The big locust tree stopped him, "I have something for you." "Huh?"
Chen Yang looked at it in astonishment.
The big locust tree said, "There is a tree hole on the third tree branch on my left. You can take the things in the hole."
"Oh?"
Chen Yang was a little surprised, but he climbed up the tree happily and fumbled to find the tree hole mentioned in the big locust tree.
Just enough to put a hand in.
After some groping, I took out an oil paper bag from the tree hole, which was as big as a fist.
The oil paper is yellow and has been there for some years.
By the light of his mobile phone, Chen Yang carefully opened the paper package.
Inside is a cloth handkerchief. Wrapped in the handkerchief are several bundles of about a hundred food stamps.
That's right, food stamps.
There are large and small denominations, national and local.
Pick up a stack.
In the 1960s, universal food stamps with a face value of five jins were issued.
"A man put this here for me decades ago. I don't know the value of this thing, but since he hid it, it must be a good thing, right?" the big locust tree said eloquently. Talk about cause and effect.
Chen Yang thought of the stories told by Mr. Song and others.
There was once a landowner who fled to the old ghost forest and hung himself on a southeast branch in the old ghost forest.
Perhaps this thing was hidden by the landlord?
What’s wrong with hiding, hiding food stamps?
Can I exchange this thing for rice?
Chen Yang was a little dumbfounded. It was a product of the planned economy era and had been abolished as early as the last century.
However, it cannot be said that it has no value at all.
Think about it another way, some collectors may like to collect this kind of things.
Chen Yang doesn't know much about collection, so he can't determine the specific value of these food stamps now.
After counting, there were 107 food stamps in total.
Among them, there are 20 national food stamps worth five jin, and the others are scattered, mostly small tickets.
It was saved quite well and was not damaged.
Chen Yang collected them all into the system warehouse and prepared to find someone knowledgeable to ask after he left the mountain.
"How is it? It should be of some value, right?" the big locust tree asked.
“Yeah.”
Chen Yang nodded perfunctorily, "It's worth my money."
"That's good."
The big locust tree couldn't hear his yin and yang, so he believed it naively.
"It's dark and dangerous in the woods. Be careful and come see me if you have the chance."
For this human being who can hear his own voice and communicate with himself , the big locust tree is obviously very cherished.
......
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The forest is dark and it is indeed difficult to walk.
Fortunately, the rain has stopped, the moon breaks out from the clouds, and the bright moonlight shines on the mountains and forests, casting a mysterious light on the quiet Qishan Mountain.
Come out of Laogui Forest and walk a few hundred meters toward Centipede Ridge, where you will find a small valley.
The environment in the valley is quite quiet, with a small stream running through it and a wide grassland beside the stream.
At this time, tents had been set up on the grass and a bonfire was lit.
There is a small pot on the bonfire, cooking instant meals, and the aroma spreads far and wide.
A group of people were sitting around the campfire, with a bit of shock on their faces.
“Oh, oh!”
From one of the tents, heartbreaking cries came from the tent.
Lying on the ground rolling over was the fat young man who had just shot in the Old Ghost Forest.
He was the first to be chased by the wasp and the only one to be stung.
I received at least a dozen blows on my body.
The most important thing is that his private parts were also affected.
The severe pain made him just want to die where he was. The only thing he could do was beat the ground and cry.
(End of this chapter)