Chapter 1707
Dreams Are Still Essential
After washing his hands, Wang An didn't look at the bandits again. Instead, he sat down by the pot, picked up a piece of roe deer rib, and ate it in large bites, as if nothing had happened.
Moreover, Wang An was muttering to himself:
"Holy crap, these ribs are so tender and mushy! They're delicious, so incredibly delicious."
After swallowing a mouthful of meat, Wang An picked up the enamel mug containing wine and took a big gulp.
After clicking his tongue, Wang An looked at Mu Xueli, Wang Li, and Huang Zhong, who were still in a daze, and said:
"What are you three thinking about? Why aren't you eating?"
Wang An knew what these three people were thinking; they were simply shocked by Wang An's ruthlessness and cruelty.
However, Wang An didn't care. Compared to what these bandits did to the people they robbed, Wang An's actions were nothing.
In any case, Wang An's code of conduct has always been to fight evil with evil and violence with violence. When dealing with bandits, one must be even more of a bandit than the bandits themselves.
Mu Xueli and the other two looked at Wang An, who had recovered, nodded, and then continued eating.
While eating, Wang An said to the three people:
"Let's take another stroll around this old place after noon. Whether we find any big cargo or not, we'll pack up our tents and leave tomorrow morning. Anyway, I think this place is no longer interesting."
After a pause, Wang An gestured with his chin towards the direction of the bandit, and then said:
"We still don't know how many people are in their group. If their accomplices come, we'll most likely have to fight them again. That would be a bit too risky."
Regardless of whether he could find anything of value during this trip into the mountains, Wang An just wanted to successfully wade through all 13 old ravines and really didn't want to cause any trouble.
Fighting to the death with a bunch of bandits who live on the edge of a knife is like throwing jade against stone for Wang An. If he wins, he won't gain much; if he loses, he will suffer a complete loss.
At this point, Wang An had already given up hope on the bandit who was still alive.
The main problem was that this bandit was as stubborn and unyielding as a rock in a cesspool, and no matter how much he was tortured, he wouldn't confess. Wang An was simply too lazy to waste any more time arguing with him.
Therefore, Wang An planned to make him suffer one more night of torment before his death, to make him repent for his sins, and to let him experience what it means to get what he deserves. Then, he would just kill him the next day.
After Wang An finished speaking, Wang Li continued:
"Yeah, I also think there's not much left in this old town. The place where Da Jiugang and the others were originally staying was actually quite clean."
Mu Xueli looked at Wang An and said:
"Yeah, I don't really find it interesting either. There's still someone hanging around in the old man's place, and just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable."
As soon as Mu Xueli brought it up, Huang Zhong immediately lost interest in the roe deer ribs in his hand. He gave Mu Xueli a resentful look, but said nothing.
There's no way around it. Wang An had said before that you have to adapt to whatever you do. If you can't adapt, just stay home and farm. Don't think about getting rich. If you want to get rich but are afraid of this and that, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
After eating, Wang An and the other three rested in the tent for a while before leading Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei back towards Lao Anzi.
As for the bandit, Wang An didn't even glance at him. Anyway, after feeding him the black ointment, he definitely wouldn't die anytime soon.
However, it was precisely because of the black paste that the bandit was unusually excited. Even with his mouth stuffed up, he couldn't stop making all sorts of "woo-woo" noises.
If his limbs hadn't been crippled by bullets and rendered him immobile, he probably would have run away long ago.
Upon entering the territory of Lao'anzi, Wang An and his three companions tied Xiaobai and Xiaohei to a tree and then lined up in a row to begin their battle with the sticks.
The so-called "row of sticks" is a game where four people line up in a row, with each pair about two meters apart, and each person uses a stick to dig around in the grass.
The sole purpose of doing this was to find ginseng seedlings.
This method is also the most commonly used method by ginseng diggers when searching for ginseng.
To be honest, even in Honglangtou City, where the ginseng vine has a very conspicuous red flower at the top, finding it among a clump of weeds is no easy task. This is mainly because there are so many weeds, and quite a few red wildflowers and weeds as well, further increasing the difficulty of finding it.
It's hard to imagine how difficult it must be for ginseng diggers in Qinglangtou City, where it's already so difficult to find ginseng.
Finally, around 4 p.m., Huang Zhong suddenly called out to Wang An in a very excited voice:
"Big brother, big brother, I found it, I found it."
At this moment, Huang Zhong was so excited that he could hardly contain himself and was about to jump up.
Upon hearing this, Wang An planted his slingshot in the ground and walked towards Huang Zhong with a big smile on his face.
When Wang An approached, Huang Zhong pointed to a sapling on the ground and said:
"Brother, look, isn't this what you often call the key to open the mountain?"
Wang An looked closely, nodded, and said:
"That's right, this is the key to opening the mountain, hahaha. Good, good, I'll give you credit for this."
To be honest, Wang An thought he was going to have worked for nothing this afternoon.
However, it's normal to work for nothing. Digging for ginseng is much harder than hunting for it. Normally, it's common to go into the mountains for a month and return empty-handed.
If ginseng were really that easy to find, it wouldn't be so valuable.
This is why there are so many rules and regulations for ginseng diggers in the mountains. If they can't find ginseng, then there must be a reason why they can't find it. Anyway, there has to be someone to take the blame.
At this moment, Wang Li and Mu Xueli also came over and looked at Miao Erjiazi.
Mu Xueli said with a smile:
"If this were a reincarnated clove, that would be great. Then our trip to this old village wouldn't have been in vain, hehehehe."
After Mu Xueli finished speaking, Wang Li glanced at him with a smile and said:
“I’m not arguing with you this time. I agree with you.”
After saying that, the two clowns burst into laughter.
Wang An and Huang Zhong couldn't help but laugh when they saw the two of them singing in unison.
In an instant, the oppressive atmosphere among the four people vanished because Huang Zhong had found Yi Miao Er Jia Zi.
Regardless of the size or value of the ginseng, finding it is a good thing.
Wang An glanced at Huang Zhong, then at Mu Xueli, and after thinking for a moment, said:
"Xiao Zhong, you can carry this bunch of clubs out yourself. You need to get some practice. What if we find a big batch of goods in a couple of days? We can't be so bad at not even knowing how to carry a club."
After Wang An finished speaking, Wang Li chimed in:
"No 'what ifs', we're sure we'll find a huge shipment in a couple of days."
Wang An was taken aback upon hearing this, and immediately replied:
"Yeah, there's no 'what if,' we'll definitely find it, hahaha."
You should still have dreams; what if they come true? (End of Chapter)