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Looking back at his companions, Chen Feng continued walking forward. Before he knew it, he tripped over something and stumbled, almost falling.
"Damn, what's that?" Chen Feng quickly steadied himself and looked down at his feet.
There was a shovel wobbling nearby. No wonder he felt like he tripped; he had stepped on a shovel.
He walked over, picked up the shovel, and looked it over.
The shovel was quite new, with only a layer of dust on it.
Chen Feng pulled out his own shovel and tapped it against the new one, finding that the shovel he had picked up made a dull sound and was solidly made.
His own shovel sounded flimsy and was clearly inferior to this one.
He looked at it carefully and found that it was a shovel that Han Jianguo sold for sixty-one yuan.
Because gold prospectors only use their shovels to dig holes for gold, and there's not much heavy labor involved, they generally don't spend a lot of money to buy good shovels.
A shovel that costs eight or ten yuan is fine as long as it works, but the quality of the shovel is indeed a bit worrying.
Just like the shovel Chen Feng uses, because he digs in the soil all the time, the tip of the shovel has already lost some paint, and it will probably rust after a while.
Not to mention the shovels in the hands of old gold prospectors like Zheng Ping, which are battle-damaged versions with almost no paint left, though they are still usable.
Chen Feng chuckled as he tripped and fell, picking up a shovel in his hand.
This is probably the one that the gold prospector lost. It's definitely not from Chen Feng's group. Chen Feng's group can't afford good shovels. One guy even has a cracked shovel head, but he's too reluctant to replace it with a new one and just makes do with what he has.
"Great, this is mine now." Chen Feng wiped the dust off the shovel and stuffed it into his bag.
As for whether anyone will know that this shovel was found, well, from now on, this shovel is owned by Chen Feng.
As for where I bought it, don't ask. I bought it in the county town.
It's not like Han Jianguo is the only one selling shovels; there are plenty of them in the county town.
It's just that the county town is a few yuan more expensive than Han Jianguo's.
Although it wasn't a piece of refrigerator debris, Chen Feng was still quite happy to have found a good shovel.
Perhaps it was the good luck he got from finding a shovel, but Chen Feng hadn't taken more than a few steps when the system beeped, notifying him that there was stock nearby.
Chen Feng smiled, drew a range with his eyes, and began to probe little by little with the detector.
"Ooh-woo~"
Soon, the detector pointed out the location of the goods. Chen Feng squatted down and was about to take out the shovel when he thought for a moment and took out the shovel he had picked up from his bag.
This is called "using the original broth to cook the original food"—the first thing you find after picking up a shovel always needs to be dug up with a new shovel.
I have to say, the new shovel is really different from the old one; you can feel the difference in quality as soon as you pick it up.
However, Chen Feng had developed a sentimental attachment to his original shovel, and he wouldn't throw it away until it completely rotted away.
Chen Feng shoveled up a shovelful of soil, ran it over the detector, found nothing, then threw it away and shoveled another shovelful.
As Chen Feng continued shoveling away, piling up small mounds of earth, the detector beeped.
"Ooh-woo~"
Chen Feng heard the sound and shook off some soil, then ran it over the detector.
The detector was still beeping, and Chen Feng shook a little more.
On the third shake, without Chen Feng having to dig it up, he saw a small, dark yellow clump lying in the soil.
Chen Feng raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the gold nugget.
Unexpectedly, the new shovel really brought good luck; I found a piece of gold right away!
I picked up the gold nugget and blew off the dust. The nugget was flat and round, with a pitted and uneven surface, but it felt relatively smooth to the touch.
Chen Feng estimated it to be around 1,100 or 1,200.
"Add one to the refrigerator door, haha." Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud, took out the small bottle containing gold, and threw the gold into it.
Looking at the three pieces of gold sitting quietly in the bottle, Chen Feng couldn't help but imagine how much money it would be worth if it were full.
He put the bottle in his pocket, put aside his thoughts, and continued walking forward with the detector in his hand.
This time, Chen Feng wasn't so lucky. It took him about twenty minutes to get a notification from the system that the goods were available.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Chen Feng picked up the detector and began to probe.
It's still springtime, and it's already this hot under the midday sun. What will we do in the summer?
It seems he needs to buy a hat, one of those big fisherman's hats, otherwise Chen Feng will get tanned dark after a few months in the sun.
"Ooh-woo~"
Upon hearing the sound, Chen Feng put aside his thoughts, took out a shovel, and began to work the soil.
With the same new shovel, Chen Feng wondered if his good luck would continue.
I scooped up a shovelful of soil and passed it over the detector. This time it was quick; the first shovelful hit the target, and the detector made a "whoosh" sound.
Chen Feng shook off the dirt and continued to pass the detector. The detector still made a sound, so Chen Feng shook off the dirt again.
After shaking off nearly half of the soil, Chen Feng began rummaging through the shovel.
He quickly found a grayish-white particle in the shovel, picked it up with two fingers, and pursed his lips.
"Twenty-odd yuan, not bad." Chen Feng stood up with some regret. It seemed that the new shovel wasn't that useful after all, not yielding gold every time.
Chen Feng was quite satisfied, though. He threw the silver nuggets into the bottle and continued walking forward.
"Ooh-woo~"
Chen Feng casually waved the detector around, and it actually started beeping. Chen Feng looked down at his feet in surprise and carefully probed the area with the detector.
The system didn't beep, but the detector did, proving that what was underneath was just a piece of scrap metal.
Seeing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but think of the piece of angle iron he had found, which was still on Huang Fei's motorcycle...
There was simply too much real money involved, so Chen Feng was too lazy to bother with the piece of iron, and even forgot about it for a while.
If it weren't for this familiar scene, Chen Feng still wouldn't have remembered.
"If I could get another one, that would be great. I could make it twenty and sell it to get two packs of cigarettes," Chen Feng said, squatting down with a sense of relief. He picked up a shovel and started digging.
This time, Chen Feng was much more straightforward and direct, wielding a shovel and digging around with wide, sweeping motions, even casually shoveling soil through it.
After seven or eight shovelfuls, Chen Feng found that he couldn't push the shovel down any further; he had poked something.
Chen Feng dug away all the soil on the thing, revealing its true form.
It was a section of steel bar, and it wasn't small. Chen Feng dug it out and weighed it; it felt like it weighed two or three pounds and was nearly thirty centimeters long.
Compared to that piece of angle iron from last time, it's nothing.
"It's fate that we met, so take it." Chen Feng dusted off the steel bar and stuffed it into his bag.
Carrying the detector, Chen Feng changed direction and continued walking forward. He felt there wasn't much cargo in this direction, so he had to change course.
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