"Don't go, sister... I'm a gold prospector... the kind who makes thousands every day..."
"Ah, don't come any closer, don't come any closer, where's my talisman, where's my talisman..."
"Your talisman is with me...hehe..."
Zheng Ping's eyes were drooping with sleep, but the noise kept him awake.
What kind of people are these? They can even connect in their sleep! You two can even connect to the internet in your dreams, huh?
He leaned against the car window, looking at Chen Feng's little Wuling van. If he was just moderately envious before, he was now genuinely envious.
There's nothing more comfortable than sitting in the car, lying on the bed, with the doors and windows tightly closed.
"You're lying... You don't have any talisman... Where's my talisman... Don't come any closer..."
Zheng Ping listened to their absurd ramblings and couldn't help but reply.
"The talisman is on the ground, you idiot."
Upon hearing this, the person rolled over, smacked their lips comfortably, and smiled, "So this is where I am, thank you..."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Ping collapsed, covered his face, and sighed deeply.
"Thud..."
Just then, the sound of a lighter came from the front. Zheng Ping peeked out and saw that he wasn't the only one suffering; Huang Fei wasn't asleep either.
Zheng Ping felt much better now and comfortably leaned against the window, closing his eyes to sleep.
Huang Fei leaned back in the driver's seat with a look of utter despair, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
He's now fixated on one thought: is it absolutely necessary for him to make this money?
There isn't a single normal person on this bus!
He suddenly started to miss last week. Back then, even though he was being groped and taken advantage of every day, these people weren't this outrageous.
What's going on here? Why is Lam Ching-ying showing up? Are you making three movies here?
Chen Feng was completely unaware of what was happening in the van. If he had known, he wouldn't have disliked it at all; in fact, he might have even been interested in listening to the commotion for a while.
This plot... is much better than those bad movies these days, it's like watching a film.
The next morning, Chen Feng was woken up by his alarm clock. He sat up and stretched comfortably.
Peeking into the van, Chen Feng noticed they seemed to still be sleeping, and he couldn't help but yawn.
Looking at the pile of canned food beside his bed, he couldn't help but wonder which one to eat today.
Is it Dongpo pork knuckle, mutton hot pot, or braised beef?
Chen Feng pointed back and forth with his hand, then stopped at the braised beef. He blinked and picked up the mutton hot pot from the side.
Who eats the same thing all the time? I'm in charge of my own destiny!
Opening the carriage door, there was still a slight chill in the air in the early morning, and Chen Feng, who had just come out of his warm bed, shivered from the wind.
He washed the rice, sat down on the stove, picked up a few stones from yesterday's campfire, and built a small makeshift stove, stuffing alcohol blocks underneath.
Tear a small half off the can and place it on the stove to prevent it from bursting open when heated.
After doing all that, he poured water to wash his face and brush his teeth.
That's right, they even brought basins with them this time.
While brushing his teeth, Chen Feng saw someone dazedly come down to use the restroom, and the two even greeted each other.
After tidying himself up, Chen Feng sat on the side of the carriage, waiting for the food to be ready.
The aroma of mutton gradually wafted out, making Chen Feng's stomach rumble and his appetite whetted.
Once the food was almost heated up, Chen Feng took out a small stool, placed the rice and canned food on the side of the carriage, and sat on the stool, using the side of the carriage as a table.
By this time, most of the people in the van had woken up, took out their prepared instant food products, and were ready to eat breakfast.
"Damn, whose food smells so good? It tastes like mutton, and it's so gamey!"
"Yeah, this place smells like hot pot. Are there people having hot pot here?"
Some people were surprised and said they suspected there was something wrong with their noses, otherwise how could they smell the hot pot aroma here?
"I see Fengzi is up. Could it be him?" someone said, puzzled.
Even if it were Fengzi, he couldn't possibly conjure up a hot pot in this desolate place.
Someone got off the bus and saw Chen Feng squatting behind the bus, eating with gusto, the smell of hot pot coming from him.
"What's wrong?" Chen Feng, his mouth full of red oil, turned around and looked at his companion with a puzzled expression.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's you again. You're really tempting." The man's mouth was practically watering from the smell.
I thought I could finally eat delicious instant noodles and sausages, just like Fengzi.
Unexpectedly, they've upgraded and turned it into a hot pot restaurant. Who can you complain to about this?
Suddenly, the instant noodles I brought didn't taste so good anymore!
The man returned to the car and reported the information to them.
When they heard that it was Chen Feng eating hot pot, they were green with envy.
Damn it, why is this kid always so tempting? Our conditions are so tough, and you're eating hot pot this morning? That's too much!
"So the canned food he brought was for hot pot! I was wondering why he bought so much luncheon meat. Am I out of touch?" someone said with a sigh while eating bread.
"Damn it, I'll buy hot pot next time too." Huang Fei said, seeing Chen Feng's craving.
Seeing the food didn't satisfy their hunger, so they had no choice but to accept reality and, smelling the aroma of the hot pot, started eating the bread and pancakes in their hands.
The hot pot was a bit spicy, and Chen Feng was hissing as he ate it. After he finished his meal, there was still half a pot of hot pot left, which was his dinner for the night.
After wiping his mouth, Chen Feng lit a cigarette. The others had also finished eating and started heading out one after another, each choosing a direction to begin their gold-digging adventure.
Chen Feng carried the detector, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed in the direction where he had found the goods yesterday.
He felt that there might still be some goods in this direction, after all, there were large shipments ahead, and other goods couldn't be lacking.
He walked forward with the detector in hand, poking into any bushes he saw. This time he wasn't afraid. If there were any more goods under the bushes, he would let them know that his newly bought pickaxe was not to be trifled with.
After passing the place he had marked yesterday, less than ten minutes later, the system beeped, and Chen Feng smiled knowingly.
He looked around, drew a boundary, and then picked up the detector and started probing.
After scanning one line, the detector made no sound. Chen Feng then continued scanning the second line.
The detector scanned line by line, and when it reached the middle, it emitted a sound.
"Ooh-woo~"
Hearing the sound, Chen Feng squatted down and took out a pickaxe from his backpack.
Instead of digging with taps, they simply laid the pickaxe flat and scooped it back up bit by bit.
A single scoop can collect a large patch of soil, and in a few moments, a mound of earth can be created.
"This efficiency is simply amazing." Chen Feng said with a satisfied expression, holding his pickaxe.
He pulled the detector over and ran it over the mound of earth. The mound made no sound, which proved that the goods were still in the pit.
I reckon the goods will be dug out in a few more tries.
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