Chapter 1744
Cooperation
In some guilds, the members are fixed, but in others, the members are all temporarily assembled, so no one takes the "brotherhood" relationship mentioned by the other party seriously.
Wang An thought for a moment and said:
"Well then, it's fate that we're here. For the sake of the Gao brothers, you don't need to cause any trouble. Anyway, we're going to use sticks that are over 50 years old. After that, you can come with us to wade through this old village."
After a pause, Wang An said very seriously:
But let's make this clear beforehand: whoever finds a club over 50 years old, it's ours; whoever finds a club under 50 years old, it's yours. What do you say?
Wang An and his group of four already had an unknown number of seedlings of *Dendrobium nobile* and *Erjiazi*. If you were to estimate, there must be at least a thousand or several hundred seedlings.
Therefore, Wang An and his three companions had completely lost interest in the lampstand and the second Jiazi. To put it bluntly, they were too lazy to even dig them out with shovels.
Most importantly, Wang An missed his two little ones at home, his wife, his women, and of course, his father, mother, and younger siblings.
Anyway, Wang An wanted to go down the mountain and go home as soon as possible, and didn't want to stay in the mountains digging for ginseng anymore.
Life digging ginseng in the mountains is just so damn boring!
The main problem is that Wang An is not short of money! On the contrary, he is very rich. With so much money, Wang An is digging for ginseng in the mountains. Isn't that just a case of deliberately making things difficult for himself?
So if Wang An could get help from the seven of them to find the large truck, he would be extremely happy to do so.
After Wang An finished speaking, the man opposite him immediately beamed with joy and said excitedly:
"Really? Brother, you're so generous! To be honest, if we hadn't found a club, we would have gone home empty-handed. Oh, I... I don't even know how to thank you enough."
As he spoke, the old man's eyes turned red, and he seemed a little lost.
It's clear that this person wasn't bluffing, but genuinely wanted to express his gratitude to Wang An.
However, Wang An continued speaking while fiddling with his pistol:
"To be honest, I'm a company defense officer in our county now. A few years ago, my nickname in our county was 'Crazy Nan,' I don't know if you've heard of it."
At this point, the faces of the five older men among the seven, including the leader, visibly changed.
"East Knife, South Madman, West Whip, North Pockmarked"—these four were once the most notorious gangsters in the county town. Anyone who was a little older and frequently visited the county town knew them all.
Wang An ignored the man's words and the changes in the expressions of the five people present, and continued:
"It's okay if you haven't heard of it. Anyway, I hope we all do what we agreed on. If anyone dares to hold back or secretly use our big stick, I'll cripple them."
By the end, Wang An's expression had turned completely cold.
Although these people knew the three Gao brothers and were from the same village, and their character seemed decent, Wang An still had to give them a heads-up.
There was no way around it; this old place was originally where Wang An and his three companions first set up their sticks, so as long as they didn't leave, this place belonged to them.
Without the permission of Wang An and the other three, no one is allowed to set up a stick here, unless they forcibly occupy the place by force.
After Wang An finished speaking, the other party's foreman hurriedly said:
"Don't worry, don't worry, we all believe in the mountain god and the old leader. We all know the rules for rafting in the mountains. If he blames us, we'll lose our jobs. No one will dare to hold back."
Wang An nodded and said decisively:
"Alright, I don't know if the mountain god's family will care, but it's definitely not going to work on me. Anyone who dares to hold back will have their hand chopped off. Don't bother pleading then, it won't do any good."
At this moment, Wang An's face showed an air of someone who meant what he said. The five older men knew he wasn't joking, but the two younger men didn't seem to take it seriously at all.
Although Wang An saw through it, he didn't say much. Anyway, when their hands were actually cut off, they would know whether Wang An kept his word.
If Wang An really gets angry, it's not impossible that he might kill all seven of them on the mountain.
And so, the other seven people joined the baton-wielding team; to be precise, the two guilds began to cooperate.
And you know what? With the addition of these seven people, and the fact that this old grove had never been waded through, the efficiency of finding ginseng skyrocketed.
In just half a day, the entire hillside south of Lao Zhao was traversed by the group.
The results of this half-day's work are quite gratifying.
One seedling of ginseng with six-leaf pods emerged, four seedlings of ginseng with five-leaf pods emerged, and thirteen seedlings of ginseng with four-leaf pods emerged.
As for the lantern stand and the second Jiazi, there were fifty or sixty seedlings produced, but Wang An and the other three did not care much about the lantern stand and the second Jiazi, and they did not know the exact number produced.
However, after a whole afternoon, Mu Xueli and Huang Zhong only managed to dig out the six-leaf seedling and two five-leaf seedlings. The remaining two five-leaf seedlings and thirteen four-leaf seedlings could only be marked and dug up again tomorrow.
That afternoon, although only the lampstands that Wang An and the other three didn't want, and the two Jiazi belonging to the seven people opposite them, the smiles on their faces never stopped.
It wasn't until nightfall that Wang An remembered to ask the other party's leader:
"Oh right, brother, I forgot to ask, what's your surname?"
The man chuckled and said:
"My surname is Yang, and my name is Yang Shuwen."
Then, Yang Shuwen pointed to the two people next to him and said:
"This is my younger brother, Yang Shuhui, and that's my uncle's younger brother, Yang Shuxin."
When Yang Shuhui and Yang Shuxin heard Yang Shuwen calling their names, they turned around and smiled at Wang An.
Judging from Wang An's judgment of people, he felt that these three brothers were honest and straightforward, not the cunning and despicable villains.
However, as the saying goes, "you can't judge a book by its cover," so Wang An did not let down his guard against the seven of them.
As he spoke, Yang Shuwen repeated the names of the remaining four people, emphasizing that he made no attempt to conceal anything.
Wang An smiled at each of them, offered them cigarettes, and then said:
"Alright, we haven't known each other for very long, so I won't invite you to our shack. We can continue our practice of lining up sticks and carrying clubs tomorrow. What do you say, Brother Shuwen?"
Yang Shuwen nodded gratefully and said:
"I won't say thank you. Once we get down the mountain, we'll definitely treat you guys to a good drink." (End of Chapter)