"Mr. Jiang, what is written on it?" Deng Jian came up.

It was very hard to come all the way.

Deng Jian wanted to cry.

In the past, he was a slave in the Fang family. Although he was a young man who always despised himself, at least he was comfortable there. However, when he came here, Deng Jian became dark and lost weight.

Along the way, I wanted to cry, but I wanted to cry again, and I burst into tears, but when the tears were dry, I realized that this was meaningless, because I still had to hurry the way I should go, so I wiped away the tears, and the dust rolled all the way, covered with stars and moon, with snow on my head and a cloak, so cold that I couldn't stand it, but he still felt... used to it.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly: "There is nothing, it's just some inscriptions. What is recorded in it is all old things."

Deng Jian sighed: "I see that those great masters have made achievements and will build stone yards, carve inscriptions, and record their achievements. The young master is such an amazing person. He already has three stone yards. I think he will have seven in his life."

Jiang Chen avoided talking about these issues.

Because these inscriptions do record achievements, but these achievements are the past, but Ruruyan, besides seeing this great victory here, the Ming army stationed here and established the Pinglu Guard here, what else is left? It is just yellow sand everywhere.

"We will go into the mountains tomorrow."

"Oh." Deng Jian nodded.

Jiang Chen stared at Deng Jian: "It will be very hard, you must be prepared."

"Oh." Deng Jian nodded again.

That night, Deng Jian cried, hid in his tent, and cried again.

He really doesn't want to come here. Although the young master is bad to him, he lives well and wants to marry a wife and have children. Why did he come here? It's cold and there is no people here. God knows if he will encounter the Tatars. He whimpered and kept sobbing. It seems that the young master doesn't want him anymore, but he can't do anything except take care of the young master.

He was secretly sad, crying, and then he fell asleep with tears and wrapped in a quilt.

Go up the mountain the next day.

The mountains here are different from those in the Guanguan. They are bare. The snow has stopped, but they are muddy and wet. There are almost no tall trees on them. At most, they are just some shrubs. The rolling mountains have almost no end.

The location marked by Fang Jifan is very general, and it is not easy to find ore veins.

Some coal mine workers pioneered the road. They were very experienced in digging rocks and had prepared pickaxes long ago to walk on the mountain.

There are many rocks on the mountain, and the snow on the mountainside is beginning to increase. Such a purposeless search is really a needle in a haystack.

But since the commander had an order, no one dared to be idle. They had traveled thousands of miles and had no reason to return empty-handed. So, the crowd spread out in groups of three or five people, one mountain and one mountain to try to dig.

Jiang Chen asked someone to build a simple camp in the mountains. Everyone took dry food during the day and went out. Each of them held a compass and marked the location of the camp. Then, they collected the rocks from nearby places.

For more than half a month, almost everyone was exhausted.

The dry food I brought was almost finished.

But Jiang Chen was unwilling to give up. He set off every day and returned at night, day after day.

For him, although exploration was boring, as long as his mentor said there were mineral veins here, he had to find them out, because he was a disciple of Fang Jifan, and Fang Jifan's disciple would never come back empty-handed.

He asked him to go down the mountain to Lanzhou City a hundred miles away to purchase grain, but the people who went there never came back, so he had to go there in person. Along the way, he saw the person who had been sent out. These people were originally a few guides he hired, but now, his clothes were all taken off, and his horses and money and food were gone. He hung under a bare tree and froze to death.

There are Tatars...

Jiang Chen was not surprised and put the man down from the tree, dug a hole, buried it, and marked it. He stared at a stick stuck in the tomb, stood for a long time, then turned over and left.

More than a month later, the people in the camp had almost exhausted all their strength. The heavy snow was getting worse and worse. The nearby mountains all became snow-capped mountains, and people became more and more silent. Yesterday, a man slipped and fell down the mountain.

Deng Jian's tears were dry again. He wanted to go back to the gate, but he even dreamed of it.

And on this day, someone finally couldn't stand it. A miner shouted: "There are no mine veins here at all. This is a scam. If there were, why did no one noticed it before? We have been delayed here for more than a month. There are Tatars here. Sooner or later, they will find the people here. They will come to us, stay here, and continue to waste. We will die and go back."

Everyone was moved.

Everyone wants to go home.

Deng Jian almost blurted out and shouted that we should go back.

Only Jiang Chen had a gloomy face and shouted, "You can't go back."

"Why, there is nothing here, this damn place." The miner shouted in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Chen quietly wanted to hold the hilt of his sword around his waist, and then he sternly said: "Because my mentor said it."

Jiang Chen deliberately improved the word "teacher" and only the word "teacher" gave Jiang Chen a courage. He became more determined: "Among you, who wants to let my mentor down? Who?"

Suddenly, all those who were ready to move lowered their heads.

In the eyes of miners, Jiang Chen’s mentor is their benefactor. Without a benefactor, eight out of ten of them will be dead.

In the eyes of some students who accompanied Xishan Academy, Jiang Chen’s mentor was their master. Who dared to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors?

The roaring miner had no blood on his face. He suddenly covered his face and cried: "There are no mineral veins here. We have searched for them all, and there are stones everywhere, and there are stones worthless."

Jiang Chen said sternly: "Then look for it again. Even if it is in the crack of the stone, we will find it!"

...

Deng Jian thought of his young master.

The further away from the young master, the more he forgets the bad attitude he is towards him, and the more he feels at ease with him.

Looking at the vast mountains... he felt like he wanted to die.

But he still cheered up and... he wanted to find it out.

Early the next morning, as usual, he carried a bucket and wanted to go to the nearby lake to get water.

This lake may be the product of rushing into the mountain stream when the Yellow River flooded, or it may be due to the terrain.

As usual, Deng Jian arrived by the lake and rolled up his trousers. He thought to himself that he admired Jiang Chen very much. Why is he loyal to the young master? He didn't grow up with Fang's rice, but I, Deng Jian, are different. My grandfather eats Fang's rice, and so are my father. When I come to me, even if I give birth to a baby in the future, I will still eat Fang's rice.

Thinking of this, Deng Jian felt very ashamed. It was a shame. I was not as good as him. Okay, next time someone dared to say he would go back, I would press the sword and ask who dared.

When he arrived at the lake, Deng Jian carried the bucket. The water on the riverside was relatively turbid. He had to take off his boots and slowly walked into the lake. He carried the bucket and walked barefoot into the bone-headed lake water, and fell into the mud step by step. Then he slowly walked forward a few feet away. The lake water was almost at its knees. He was just preparing to lift the bucket to scoop water. He was trembling with coldness. Looking at himself, who was disheveled in the reflection of the lake water, he subconsciously let the bucket float in the lake water, bent down, and wash his face with some water.

But just as he bent down, suddenly, his body shook.

Under this knee-high lake bed, mixed with silt, there seemed to be something...

It looks like sand, but not like...

Deng Jianyi was distracted, so he rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his arms, and grabbed a handful of mud from the bottom of the lake.

There was something big in the mud, which suddenly scattered Deng Jian's hand. Deng Jian couldn't help but grin and scolded. When he slowly wiped the mud from the hard object, an orange-yellow thing as big as a grain of rice appeared in Deng Jian's eyes...

This is……

Deng Jianyiyi...

He no longer cared about the bone-breathing lake.

He carefully observed the things the size of a grain of rice, and in the end, he was almost sure... this... was gold.

Gold...is gold sand!

Deng Jian's head was almost exploded, and there was actually golden sand in the lake.

He was crazy and was pursuing the lake. After a moment, he found another one, which was larger and irregular. His pupils opened, and then he didn't care about the bucket and climbed ashore like crazy.

Found...Gold...

There is actually gold here.

You should know that in this era, most gold mines or rivers and lakes that can rush gold, basically people have been exploring gold from ancient times to the present. After so many years of hunting, the output of this gold has long been insufficient.

But here... there is so much golden sand here. For thousands of years, I am afraid that no one has discovered the great value in this lake.

And this is a lake. Perhaps it was once a river, but eventually a lake was formed due to changes in the terrain. It contains so much golden sand, so it is very likely that there must be a golden vein upstream.

Deng Jian was so crazy that he held Jinsha tightly to the camp. In the camp, except for the people left behind, the rest of the people were no longer seen.

Deng Jian shouted wildly: "Hurry, raise the wolf smoke, hurry up, recruit all the people nearby. I found it, I found gold, haha...it's gold!"

Suddenly, a few people stayed here to cook and cook, rushed up one after another. People surrounded Deng Jian, who proudly displayed the golden sand from his palms, and the two golden sands were exposed in front of everyone.

Make a fortune!

People cheered and thrilled.

Gold, right now, where can I find any gold mines in this pass? Even if there are, after years of mining, the output is almost as low as it is.

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besides.
Chapter completed!