After resting for a while, Chen Feng took a small shovel and began to dig around the bushes. As shovelfuls of soil were dug out, the area around the bushes was gradually cleared.

Once Chen Feng felt it was about time, he went forward, grabbed the bush, and pulled it up with all his might.

Chen Feng slowly pulled the bush out. With a final pull, he felt a sudden ease in his hand, knowing that he had successfully pulled the bush out.

Holding the bush in both hands, Chen Feng tossed it aside, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the bush pit.

I haven't seen the goods yet, but this pit is quite deep. I estimate it won't take long to get the goods out.

He switched to a shovel, pulled over a detector, and began digging into the pit to collect the goods.

Perhaps because of the bushes, the soil underneath was incredibly loose. When shoveled out, it felt crunchy, making Chen Feng want to pinch it.

After shoveling for a few more times, the detector beeped, and Chen Feng couldn't help but smile as he looked at the shovel.

After all that effort, it's finally time for the lottery draw.

Chen Feng gently shook the soil off the shovel and continued using the detector. Before long, he unearthed a dark golden object.

Upon seeing the color, Chen Feng felt somewhat relieved; as long as it was gold, that was fine.

He reached out and picked up the goods, but as soon as he got them, Chen Feng was stunned.

This doesn't match his expectation of a weight worth tens of thousands.

After blowing away the dust again, Chen Feng took a closer look, weighed it in his hand, and sighed.

This item is probably worth around three thousand yuan.

It was actually quite a lot, but Chen Feng had gone through so much trouble, and in the end the goods were only worth three thousand yuan. He just couldn't shake the feeling that he was wrong.

Chen Feng sat down and lit a cigarette. He fiddled with the gold nugget in his right hand, but in the end, he had no choice but to shake his head.

Three thousand it is, it's better than silver grains.

After resting for a while, Chen Feng packed his things and continued walking forward.

Chen Feng basically spent the rest of the day on this grassy area, even having lunch there.

"Sizzle~"

"Oh, damn it!" Chen Feng's left leg got another scratch.

"Whoosh~"

"Damn it!"

"Whoosh whoosh~"

"Ouch, my ass, ouch!" Chen Feng cried out in pain, clutching his leg and wincing.

Of course, although Chen Feng gets scratched every now and then, the gains here are still considerable.

"One silver coin, thirty dollars."

"Yes, this is a gold nugget, it looks to be around four or five hundred."

"Wow, this piece of gold is pretty good. I feel like it's worth more than a thousand, it must be around fourteen or fifteen thousand?"

"Hey, add another seven or eight hundred, this gold nugget is really round."

"I've already panned three silver coins, shouldn't I be able to get gold by now?"

"Hehe, you just asked and I said yes! Those little gold pieces look really good, twelve or thirteen hundred in hand..."

Around 5 p.m., Chen Feng calculated his earnings, which came to be around 17,000 yuan.

Of course, today is different from before. There aren't any big, valuable items. It's mostly small, miscellaneous items. The most valuable one is the stuff under that bush, which is worth over three thousand.

Although the harvest was not as much as before, Chen Feng was already very satisfied; 17,000 was quite a lot.

As he walked back with his bag on his back, he couldn't wait to have a delicious braised beef dinner that night.

Just as Chen Feng was about to reach the base and saw the two cars that belonged to him, he suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

There were four or five people in the camp. Zheng Ping was surrounded in the middle, and another person was holding something in the van.

Upon closer inspection, Chen Feng noticed that the person who got into the van to retrieve the items was wearing the exact same clothes as the young man from that morning!

Zheng Ping was surrounded by them and was clearly too scared to move!

When Chen Feng saw the situation clearly from a distance, anger surged within him.

Damn it, you're even trying to rob Grandpa now?

After calculating the time, Chen Feng figured the others should be back by now, so he pulled a pickaxe out of his bag, grabbed it, and rushed forward.

At the very least, we can't let Zheng Ping get trapped by them. What if something really happens to Zheng Ping after they've taken everything?

"You sons of bitches..."

Chen Feng walked over and pointed his pickaxe at them, angrily questioning them about what they wanted to do, accusing them of bullying him because they had no one to rely on.

But before he got close, he heard several people laughing, including Zheng Ping.

Chen Feng: "???"

Dude, what's going on? Why are you laughing?

He felt that this wasn't what he had thought. What were these people laughing about? Zheng Ping didn't seem to be forced into it.

Chen Feng walked over with some skepticism and overheard their conversation.

"I never imagined that after I left for more than ten years, the profession of gold prospector would appear in our place. After all that, it would have been better if I hadn't left at all, haha."

Standing next to Zheng Ping was a middle-aged man. The man's features resembled those of the young man from that morning, but unlike the young man's fierceness, he looked very kind and had a kind of honest and simple feeling.

"Yes, I didn't expect to meet someone from my hometown in such a faraway place. What a coincidence! Do you have enough scallions? If not, I have more. Take some more. These are all grown in our hometown."

Zheng Ping beckoned to the young man who was holding a small bunch of scallions.

"That's enough, that's enough. I can't finish this meal. Thank you, thank you." The young man had lost his morning arrogance. He waved the scallions in his hand and thanked him politely.

As Chen Feng approached, everyone noticed him and turned to look at him. Zheng Ping stepped forward and introduced him to the middle-aged man, saying, "Brother, this is also our fellow villager. His name is Chen Feng."

“Fengzi, this is Brother Wu Dezhong. He was from Xiaoqiao Village more than ten years ago, and then he came to Qiuling City. We are from the same hometown.”

"We met while panning for gold this afternoon, and it turned out we were from the same hometown. What a coincidence!" Zheng Ping put his arm around Chen Feng and introduced them to each other.

"Hello, hello! I never expected to run into a fellow villager in Qiuling City like this." Wu Dezhong was very polite and enthusiastic, his face showing the warmth of seeing a fellow villager he hadn't seen in a long time.

He reached out to shake hands with Chen Feng, but as soon as he did, he noticed that Chen Feng was holding a small pickaxe in his right hand, so he switched to his left.

The two shook hands with their left hands. Chen Feng had a polite smile on his face, but there was a hint of confusion in his smile.

"Hello, Brother Wu, it's such a coincidence to meet a fellow villager here."

No way, how come you were fighting with his son this morning, and now you're telling me we're from the same hometown?

And wasn't his son supposed to look fierce and like he wanted to fight him? How come he became a different person at night?

Could there be some kind of conspiracy?

"This is my son, Wu Quan. You two seem to be about the same age." Wu Dezhong reached out and called his son over, then looked at Chen Feng and smiled.

When Wu Quan saw Chen Feng, his eyes widened instantly, seemingly unable to believe it was Chen Feng. The next second, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, he walked over and forced a smile.