Tomb Raiders: the Lottery Starts from Jingjue!

The old party secretary also consciously leaned back tactically.

A few hundred yuan was enough for half a year's food at that time.

"So, our brothers are here for this matter. I want to take these pots and bowls here and sell them. After the money is sold, we will divide it with the villagers! "The fat man laughed like a cotton trousers waist.

"really?!"

"Of course, the three of us are so familiar with each other, we know the bottom line!" Fatty laughed.

After all, Yingzi's father and the old party secretary looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

"Damn...you two, it's too late!"

The old party secretary said with a complicated expression: "The archaeological team came last month, and each family gave food stamps, saying that all these things must be handed over to the state, and all of the nearby Shili Township were handed in."

If it's like what the fat man said, a jar is worth a few hundred.

There are few such jars and bowls in any household.

Every household in Niuxinshan has become a household of [-] yuan.

The million-dollar households in this era can definitely go sideways!

It is really not a problem to bring the villagers of Niuxin Mountain to get rich.

But unfortunately... the old party secretary has a high consciousness. He heard that it was collected from the top, so he handed over all the bowls, jars and so on from various households to the state!

Speaking of which, even the expression on the old secretary's face was very complicated.

He also felt a little inexplicable about missing this opportunity to lead the villagers to become rich.

But Huba and Fatty Wang were even more confused, and the smile on Fatty's face disappeared instantly.

The tombs are gone, the pottery jars are gone!

Huba was even worse. In order to bring gifts to the villagers, he even became a watch.

Not only is there no way to make money, but the money spent is also bundled, the wallet is bottomed out, and even the money to take the train back to the city is gone...

The old nonsense scratched his throat, his eyes widening.

The fat man had an expression that was even uglier than eating dead flies.

Only Jiang Han's expression was indifferent.

He knew the plot of all this, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Without the villagers' clay pots to make a fortune, the three of them can only go to Niuxinshan Yerengou to rob the tomb!

"Come on! Drink!"

Jiang Han handed Fatty Wang and Huba a glass of wine, "I don't want to worry about these troubles. Since I'm here, I'll eat and drink well first, and the thing about making money and getting rich will come to Japan!"

"Come on! Drink!!"

The facial features on Fatty Wang's face were twisted, and he forced oil into his stomach.

The thought of making money was gone. Hu Yi and Fatty Wang felt haggard in their hearts.

. . .

Jiang Han didn't drink much yesterday. When he woke up the next morning, Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang were still sound asleep.

Jiang Han walked outside for a while, and when he came back, he found that the two people in the room had woken up and were discussing something in full swing.

"Lao Jiang, you are back! Let me tell you something!"

When Fatty Wang saw Jiang Han come in, he immediately pulled Jiang Han's arm and sat down.

"You want to persuade me to go to Niuxin Mountain, Savage Valley?" Jiang Han asked with a smile.

"How do you know?!" After hearing Jiang Han's words, the fat man was stunned.

"I heard from the villagers in the village that there was an earthquake in Niuxin Mountain the year before, and a big hole opened in the valley, and a large tomb emerged from it. That's why the archaeological team was alerted and all the treasures here were collected."

"But when I was a child, I heard that the Yeren ditch in Niuxin Mountain was an inaccessible place. The archaeological team hadn't finished excavating the tomb, so obviously they wouldn't pay attention to the savage ditch. Besides, the savage ditch was a Kanto fortress back then, there must be baby!"

"Oh, I'm going! I wanted to convince you to come, but I didn't expect you and Lao Huxiang to go together!"

The fat man patted Jiang Han on the shoulder, and he immediately laughed!

"Then let's pack up, and we'll set off!"

"Okay!!" Jiang Han nodded in agreement.

The idea of ​​the three people passed on with the old party secretary, and the old party secretary did not refuse.

When packing up, Jiang Han found the old party secretary, "Old party secretary, can we get some gasoline for burning cars in our village?"

Before leaving, Jiang Han asked the old party secretary for something.

"gasoline?!"

The old secretary flicked the ash, "There are, but not many. The half barrels left over from the wars during the war years have been thrown in the hut in the backyard."

"Half a barrel is enough!" Jiang Han agreed with a smile.

To this gasoline, of course not for driving.