"Get out of the car, fat man, carry the bag-" After a few hours of turbulence on the minibus, he gradually approached Yuyan Mountain, the birthplace of bloodstone. The group of three finally got off in a small village at the foot of the mountain. After the two cameramen armed the fat man all the big bags and small bags, they leisurely walked into the village.

Just now, Brother Badou was a little dizzy when he turned around. Looking into the distance, the mountains were undulating and the peaks were piled up. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Where is the bloodstone?"

Soon he saw the traces of blood stone. When he entered the village, he saw many shops on both sides of the road. The lights were brightly lit in broad daylight. Through the window, he could see a wide range of handicrafts. Most of them were carved ornaments and seals of blood stones. There were also many people coming in and out, but they could see more and buy less.

The fat man looked like a refugee, with his backpacked umbrellas coming into the window and looking in. Good guy, the price was tens of thousands, which was so out of reach for him who had been struggling at the bottom.

Under great stimulation, I could only follow the two cameramen. Although this place is just a small village, most of them are small foreign buildings. It seems that the saying of relying on the mountain to earn the mountain is true. I have enough food to guard such a treasure mountain.

Many families in the village entertain tourists from other places. When they saw the fat man's appearance as a refugee, an aunt immediately came up to chat with him. When the fat man asked for the price, he immediately stuck out his tongue - it was more expensive than a big hotel in the city, and the people nowadays are not so simple, and they are slaughtering customers to death.

It was still Wang’s video that was very knowledgeable, so he took out a piece of paper and shook it: “Where is the village committee? We are in office.”

The fat man simply put his bag on the ground and sat here and waited. Together, these things are hundreds of kilograms, and they have to carry them up the mountain tomorrow. It seems that this thousand yuan is really not so easy to make.

I don’t know how Wang Xiuyan fooled him, but in the end, a village cadre led them to a farmer’s house, and all the food and accommodation were reimbursed by the village.

Before leaving, Wang Feiyan took out the camera and took a photo of the village cadre: "Don't worry, you will definitely be the camera when the movie is shot!"

"I'll get some wild game for you. Everyone in the city likes this--" The village cadre ran away happily, and ran away lightly, and ran far away. The fat man could still hear his muttering: "I've been on the movie, and I can also go on the movie--"

"I really fooled me--" The fat man secretly despised Wang Fei's camera in his heart: It's too unpretentious, and I didn't even take off the camera cover just now.

"Tomorrow morning to shoot the scene-" Wang Xiangzhe threw a sentence, then carried the camera and disappeared. He probably ran away. He ran to cheat. Of course, another cameraman also followed suit. In the end, he only threw the fat man into the hospital. Fortunately, his master, Old Man Qian, accompanied him.

The old man looked over 60 years old, gray-haired and honest, but his eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of peasant cunning.

"I'm going to see the stones too-" the fat man muttered.

"Mr. Gao wants to buy bloodstones, so I have a few pieces at home. I picked them up the mountain when my legs were neatly tidy a few years ago-" Old Man Qian said slowly.

The fat man slapped his thighs: "That's a look--Don't call me a sir. I got goosebumps when I heard it. I just called my nickname Badou."

He was in a very urgent mood now, just want to see if his perspective could see the mystery inside the stone.

Old Man Qian calmly led him into the building and opened an anti-theft door. There were more than a dozen stones of big and small scattered on the ground. Without saying a word, the fat man ran towards the largest one. The skin was very rough and a little sandy, revealing a bloodline like a strand of hair.

The fat man held his breath and looked carefully. His heart was pounding unhappy, twice as fast as usual. He knew that this moment might determine his future destiny and he would not be calm.

It was like uncovering layers of gauze and following the red lines, the fat man's vision struggled to enter the stone, which was very difficult. It seemed that this ability to see through is also related to the material of the object being seen. Soon, the red lines began to spread, like beautiful red plums blooming in the stone.

Finally, I looked in - it was like a pair of invisible hands, slowly peeling the stone open. This feeling was wonderful, as if it was not a stone, but a young girl, and the fat man was doing it one by one.

Ah—The stinging pain suddenly came, and the fat man snorted coldly, then pretended to sit on the ground: "Leg cramps - Old man, what is the price of this stone?"

Old Man Qian slowly stretched out a slap, and the fat man's heart sank: "Five hundred dollars—"

The slap shook horizontally in the air, and the fat man gritted his teeth and reported another number: "Five thousand!"

The slap continued to shake, and the fat man jumped up: "Fifty thousand!" Looking at his posture, he seemed to want to swallow Old Man Qian in one bite.

Old Man Qian was very calm and nodded with a smile: "A few days ago, someone gave me 40,000 yuan, but he didn't take it away. Mr. Gao - Ba Dou, this stone is the cheapest, just give me 800 yuan."

Seeing that Old Man Qian touched the fist-sized stone with his feet, the fat man touched his pocket and took out a stack of money from it, which totaled more than 200 yuan. This is his full net worth.

"Ba Dou, if you hire someone to carry the stones from the mountain, it will not be the only number." Old Man Qian could see the fat man's wealth clearly.

The fat man also yelled twice and stepped out of the house: "Then I'll just carry a stone, I have the strength to do it anyway."

Although he still looked heartless, Brother Badou felt very uncomfortable and felt a little bitter in his mouth: that was the bitterness that could only be tasted after experiencing the hardships of poor life.

Maybe he felt a little silly just now. Old Man Qian came into the house and brought out a bag of local pecans, found a piece of bamboo shade to sit, and chatted with the fat man while eating: "Now these stones are expensive. When I was young, no one wanted this thing. There is a mercury factory at the foot of the mountain. All the red stones are pulled into the factory to refine mercury."

Fat people still know this common sense. The redness of bloodstone mainly comes from cinnabar, that is, mercury sulfide, which can indeed extract mercury. However, it is really a waste of resources to extract mercury using expensive bloodstones.

"Stones are stones. No matter whether they are expensive or cheap in the eyes of others, whether they are placed in the palace or built a pit with them, they are all a stone-" Old Man Qian looked up at the lush mountains in the distance, and there was a kind of emptiness in his eyes that penetrated the world.

The fat man stayed for a long time before he said a few words: "No one will use this bloodstone to build a pit."

"Why didn't it? In the past six years, the village pulled several trucks of stones back from the quarry. They originally wanted to build a house, but later they said it was red and the bloody foundation was unlucky, but they all built pigpens and cottages. Two years ago, some people in the village remembered this. They dug stones from the pit and cut out a piece of black and white background with red blood. The three-color Liu Guan and Zhang chicken blood stone immediately built a small Western-style building!"

"And this matter, this family is really lucky, and the stones in the pit can make a fortune!" The fat man was stunned when he heard this.
Chapter completed!