Film and Television: Starting from the Journey to Guandong

Chapter 64 I finally found it

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Kong Laoer came to Zhu Chuanren and asked:

"Third Young Master, what's next?"

Zhu Chuanren was not in a hurry to reply. He looked at the road ahead and compared the map.

According to what is shown on the map, the only passage should be next to a gently rolling hill, but the terrain in front of us is flat and no hills are visible.

Of course, as the fog became heavier and heavier, their visibility became lower and lower. At this time, the visibility had dropped to less than 40 meters.

If there are hills 100 meters away, there is no way they can see them.

Not to mention people, animals will get lost when they come in. No wonder there are more and more bones here.

Zhu Chuanren finally realized how terrifying this area was, and why neither Qing soldiers nor bandits had successfully entered Wudaogou to pan for gold for so many years.

In this place, whoever comes will die!
Thinking of this, Zhu Chuanren got angry in his heart. If others can't do it, he must do it. Zhu Kaishan and He Laosi have already paved the way. If he still fails, it means that he is a cake genius. Don't go to Shanghai. Just go to Shanghai. The local owner of Fangniugou got it.

"Second Kong!"

"I'm with the Third Young Master!"

"Find a way to find high ground. If we find high ground, we can find the right path."

"High ground?"

Kong Laoer looked around. There was a mist 40 meters away. The gray-white mist seemed to shrink the world. No one could see what was going on inside the mist.

Under such circumstances, is there any way to determine where the terrain is undulating?

At this time, Zhu Chuanren noticed that the big tree in front of him seemed to be growing toward the sky, but the roots deeply rooted in the soil were growing in one direction.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the surrounding trees. The same thing happened. The roots were all spreading towards the left hand direction.

That is to say...

Zhu Chuanren looked to his right, gritted his teeth and said:
"Go, this direction!"

The brothers have no doubts about his judgment. As long as there is an order, they will follow it until death. If they are afraid that the leader will become confused, they will be blinded.

After walking for about two or three hours, Zhu Chuanren finally felt the undulations of the terrain, and suddenly felt happy. It seemed that his judgment was not wrong.

Despite his expressionless face hidden under the mask, he was actually very nervous. If he took the wrong route and Wudaogou was not found, they would starve to death here.

But there is no need to worry now. After walking forward for about a few hundred meters, Zhu Chuanren was sure that he and others were standing on the hill.

Taking out the map again to compare, if there were no errors, they were already at the entrance to the correct road.

Next, just continue walking northwest along the hills, and you will soon see a swamp, which is the edge of the miasma area.

They need to wade through the swamp and avoid the miasma to reach the edge of the mountain pass, and then go around the pass to reach the valley where Wudaogou is located!

After confirming the route, Zhu Chuanren temporarily calmed down. He gestured to his brothers and decided to rest for a while before moving on.

In accordance with the previously discussed countermeasures, everyone opened their masks one by one to drink water, and then quickly put them back on to minimize inhalation of mist.

There is no other way to do this. Under heavy exercise, you must ensure adequate water intake, otherwise you will die of dehydration before you reach the place.

After drinking water and eating a few mouthfuls of dry food, Zhu Chuanren signaled to hit the road again.

He was going to work hard and take a good rest after entering Wudaogou. Before that, he must reduce the time he took off his mask.

...

Half a day later, the swamp appeared in front of us, and the visibility dropped to less than 10 meters.

Zhu Chuanren ordered that everyone be tied with ropes around their waists, and the distance between them should not exceed half a meter.

Although this will seriously slow down the progress, it is better than getting lost in the fog.

With such visibility, once lost, the chances of finding it again are almost zero.

But touching the edge of the swamp means that the mountain pass is not far away, and victory is ahead.

He tried to cheer everyone up and then asked his brothers to make rafts.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of wood nearby, but working with a mask on was too physically demanding. It took a full day to build three rafts.

The rafts were connected to each other, and the ropes on the brothers were not cut off, so they moved forward in the swamp little by little.

The speed is comparable to that of a turtle. There is nothing that can be done about it. The speed cannot be increased at all.

No one knows how long they rowed, but in the end, everyone was rowing forward ruthlessly like a robot.

The swamp formed a strong resistance, and each stroke consumed their energy.

One hour?two hours?Three hours?
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the first raft Zhu Chuanren was on suddenly touched the shore.

Zhu Chuanren suddenly woke up. The road ahead was smooth. Although the visibility was still only about ten meters, at least they came out of the swamp.

"Brothers, work harder, we're reaching the shore!"

he shouted through his gas mask, his voice buzzing.

When the brothers heard this, they were immediately shocked. The two rafts behind them accelerated and slid aboard, and they jumped ashore one after another, raising their arms and shouting excitedly.

It was so tiring that everyone was about to collapse and their fur coats were soaked through.

Zhu Chuanren took two deep breaths, and his head felt dizzy. This was a sign of hypoxia.

But he had no choice, he didn't dare to lift his mask, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he bit his tongue hard with his front teeth.

hiss~
The stinging pain instantly shot into the cerebral cortex, and a fishy smell filled the mouth.

The smell of blood made him wake up instantly, clapped his hands, and encouraged his brothers:

"Work harder and pull the raft up."

After that, they had to go back the same way and use the raft to transport Jinfu, but they couldn't throw it away.

After resting for a while, we continued to set off. This time the journey was much smoother.

Thirteen brothers staggered forward as a dragon. Although everyone was tired, their eyes were clear and they seemed to be fighting high.

The reason for being in such a state is all due to Zhu Chuanren's encouragement from time to time, throwing out the chicken soup in his previous life as if to save his life. Now these people have never experienced this, and they can't wait to transform into Saint Seiya.

After most of the day, finally, finally, finally, the visibility gradually increased, the fog began to dissipate, and everyone felt the warmth of the sun.

Come out!They came out!
Zhu Chuanren looked at the valley in front of him that was like a paradise, lifted up his gas mask, raised his arms and shouted:
"Brothers! We're here!"

"Wow!"

"finally reached!"

"Long live the third young master!" No need to ask, this must be Kong Laoer. This flatterer, even if he is tired and falls into coma, he never forgets to get rid of his flattery first.

The sound of the turbulent flow of the river reached his ears, and Zhu Chuanren rushed over regardless. Soon, he saw the gentle river loop coming into view.

Both sides of the Hetao are covered with sand and gravel, and the clear river looks like the holy water of the Tianshan Mountains.

It should be early morning at this time, and the sunlight had not yet completely spread to the earth, but Zhu Chuanren could already see Venus twinkling on the river.

"One, two, three, four, five?" Sure enough, Dad and He Laosi did not lie to themselves. This is Wudaogou!
"Brothers, go to the river to wash up, drink some water, and have a good rest."

Zhu Chuanren issued the order, and everyone responded in unison!

...

One day later, although they were still wearing the same clothes as when they came, Zhu Chuanren and his group looked clean and refreshed, with smiles on their faces.

Beside the Hetao, Zhu Chuanren put his hands behind his back and said with a smile:

"Brothers, you have worked hard these days. I know the road here is not easy, but it is all worth it. See what this is?"

He opened a small cloth bag and poured out the contents, and saw golden light flashing through it. Golden lumps as big as mung beans fell into the palm of his hand, a large handful, and many fell on the ground, but Zhu Chuanren did not bend. Go and pick it up, since every golden bump here belongs to him anyway, it will happen sooner or later, so why should he rush to pick it up.

The twelve brothers except Zhu Chuanren stared blankly at the golden knot in Zhu Chuanren's hand.

"Tell me, is it worth the trip?"

"It's worth! It's worth! It's worth!" ×12.
"Yes! It's all worth it. Believe me, every one of you, I mean every one of you, will be the pride of your family when you go back this time!"

"Thank you, Third Young Master!"×12.
"Okay, now issue the order, Kong Laoer!"

"exist!"

"Take the six brothers to work hard, go back the same way, find Chuanwu, and tell him I'm waiting for them at Wudaogou."

"Yes!"

"Be careful on the road and don't lift your gas mask at will, do you hear me?"

Kong Laoer knew the seriousness of the matter and how dangerous it was on the way here. He knew very well that no one would make fun of his own life.

...

A month later, wooden houses rose up one after another in Wudaogou. On both sides of the Hetao, gold diggers were working hard to pan for gold.

There is no need to bother at all. Just drop the dustpan and shake it twice, and golden bumps the size of mung beans will be exposed.

Is this gold mining?This is gold picking!
On the shore, Zhu Chuanren put his hands behind his back and silently looked at the gold husbands at work.

At this time, Zhu Chuanwu came over:

"San'er, I've gained a lot these days."

The official gold panning started a week ago, and everyone had a clear division of labor. The gold husbands were responsible for panning for gold, and Zhu Chuanren assigned a dozen brothers to be responsible for melting gold.

In just one week, more than a dozen gold bars were melted, all weighing ten ounces.

Of course, the gold bars still look rough, but workmanship has never been the criterion for judging the value of gold bars. Zhu Chuanren can guarantee that his gold bars are more than 95% pure gold and will never be adulterated.

The reason why it is not 100% is because there are too many impurities. With their current gold melting methods, it is difficult to remove all impurities.

However, these gold bars are only for transportation convenience. After they are taken out, these gold bars will have to be mixed with some silver and re-smelted.

He had no shortage of silver raw materials and got a lot of silver ingots from Lin Zhongyan.

"Well, the harvest is very objective, but you must also pay attention to protection, lest the gold husband has thief intentions."

"They dare!" Zhu Chuanwu glanced at Jin Fu coldly.

Who dares to care about Lao Zhu’s gold bars?
"Haha, there is no big mistake in being careful. Never underestimate people's hearts."

Zhu Chuanwu nodded slightly:
"I know~"

"Hurry up, are all the spies outside hiding?"

"Don't worry. Before I came in, I went to see Old One-Armed and gave him your letter."

"Well, as long as the old one-armed man refuses to turn back, it won't be a big problem."

He was worried that Qing soldiers would come in to deliver a message and find that the place had been turned upside down, so he made preparations in advance and asked the brothers from the Mu Gang to help keep an eye on the Qing soldiers and the Horse Racing Gang.

The reason why he didn't destroy the Horse Racing Gang first was because Zhu Chuanren had other plans. He would keep this Horse Racing Gang for great use!
What is it for?You can't say it clearly for the time being, but once you say it, it can easily lead to big trouble.

Of course, he is not worried about a sudden attack by the horse racing gang. Not everyone can break into this miasma forest. Without anyone to lead the way or a map to guide them, everyone who enters will die. There will be no exceptions.

It would be great if the people from the Horse Racing Gang rush in without any hesitation. Zhu Chuanren can't wait to defeat this group of bandits without spending a single soldier.

1910, Yuanbao Town, Fangniugou, Zhu family mansion.

It's icy and snowy outside, the air is freezing, and the breath turns to frost.

In such cold weather, the Zhu family's land was boiling.

Because Zhu Chuanren, who had been away from home for almost five years, came back with his brothers.

Returning with them were more than 80 carriages and more than [-] brothers.

"San'er, show me quickly, have you lost weight?"

Before Zhu Chuanren could enter the room, he was hugged by Wei Chunfang. He looked up and down repeatedly, wishing to examine every inch of his skin.

If you are fat, you are definitely not fat, let alone thin. It is true that people become more masculine.

In the past few years in Laojingou, he killed people like crazy, went into the water to touch gold under the scorching sun, and fought hand-to-hand with blind bears, thus developing his masculinity.

He can now be described as walking on hormones. Wherever he went, there were no girls or wives who didn't blush. Anyone who looked at him couldn't help but clench their legs, and their eyes almost watered.

Compared with Chuanren, Chuanwu is a little rougher, but he is also very masculine. The changes that power brings to him are no less generous than Zhu Chuanren.

Now Zhu Chuanwu is riding a tall horse, as majestic as a general.

This year, Zhu Chuanren is 22 and Zhu Chuanwu is 24. At an age when future generations have just stepped out of school, they are now outstanding individuals who can stand alone.

Compared to my mother who was so excited that she couldn't contain herself, my father Zhu Kaishan was much more steady. He stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at himself in his youth, filled with joy.

"Father, mother, we are back." Zhu Chuanren said solemnly.

"Okay! Just come back. Come in and warm yourself up quickly. Juan'er and Yan'er, quickly serve them tea and snacks. In the evening, your mother will cook the braised noodles herself."

Zhu Chuanwu sat there steadily, grinning innocently:

"I was just thinking about this when I was outside, and I couldn't help but drool when I thought about it."

Wei Chunfang shed tears of happiness:

"Look at your attendance, okay, mom will cook it for you, put more meat in it!"

"Thank you mom~"

"Why are you so polite this kid?" Wei Chunfang slapped the second child.

People were coming and going in the main room, and the servants were very busy. Those serving tea and snacks were very lively.

At this time, Chuanwen and Xian'er came in from outside and said excitedly:
"The second and third children are back?"

"Brother!" Chuanwu stood up and hugged Chuanwen. No matter how much trouble he made at home, they were still brothers with broken bones and connected tendons, and that brotherly love could never be broken.

Zhu Chuanren noticed the little girl in Xian'er's arms and couldn't help being surprised:
"Have you had a baby?"

(End of this chapter)