Chapter 533: Golden Millet

The stalks of withered Dianthus are relatively resilient, so many of its leaves will not fall off, and its head, which is under the withered petals, is its seed.

Normally speaking, its seed pod will naturally shatter, and then the seeds will fall nearby to continue germinating and growing.

Most importantly, Dianthus is also a perennial plant; as long as its roots are not destroyed, then the Dianthus will not die.

Therefore, as long as this kind of plant grows, it normally grows in a large patch, growing more and more.

Wang An walks up to this patch of stalks, pinches open the remaining seed pods to look, and finally confirms that this patch of stalks is all Dianthus.

When the expectation in his heart is confirmed, Wang An's little mood can be said to be quite joyful.

This season, although it is thawing, the ground has not completely thawed, which is to say the land is still very hard.

However, for Wang An, this is not a problem at all.

Actually, it is not just Wang An; it is the same for anyone.

As long as one is digging for treasure, let alone frozen soil that hasn't completely thawed, I'm not bragging, even if it's rock-hard rock, one just has to use a sledgehammer to smash it open.

I'm telling you, as long as the money is there, even if you are in a dung pit, I will jump in with my mouth open and then pull you out.

That's how raw! That's how tough! That's how... awesome!

Wang An first uses an iron shovel to test and dig a bit, but he can't dig more than 3 centimeters before he can't dig anymore.

Consequently, Wang An takes off the sack containing the dog-head gold and the Type 81 rifle from his back and puts them aside, picks up the iron shovel again, and bares his teeth and glares, getting into a struggle with the land.

Following the sound of "Deng deng deng deng...", one sees that every time the iron shovel contacts the ground, sparks fly out.

Don't misunderstand; the reason for the sparks is just because the soil is mixed with many large and small stones.

Therefore, the iron shovel head clashing with the stones and producing sparks is a very normal phenomenon.

It must be said that digging a pit in ground mixed with stones is truly a fairly strenuous thing.

The key is that the soil is also in a semi-frozen state, which leads to Wang An using a lot of force with every shovel.

Just when Wang An doesn't know how many times he has shoveled, following the sound of "Crack," the wooden iron shovel handle in Wang An's hand finally can't bear the double attack of Wang An and the ground and directly goes to see the Buddha! It actually committed suicide! To tell the truth, an iron shovel handle is actually quite sturdy, but one must know that this thing is not thick, especially when prying relatively heavy things; when the weight exceeds the limit it can bear, its breaking becomes an inevitable thing.

And the reason the iron shovel handle in Wang An's hand broke is also because Wang An inserted the iron shovel into a stone crack and used too much force when subconsciously prying it out, so the shovel handle broke.

But the sudden breaking of the shovel handle also shook Wang An.

One sees Wang An holding the remaining section of the shovel handle in his hand, directly pouncing forward, and sticking his head into the Dianthus stalks.

Fortunately, Wang An was in a state of lowering his head, so the top of his head was like a bulldozer, pushing over all the stalks in his path.

It must be said that when a person puts all their strength into their head, the power is also quite fierce.

To tell the truth, Wang An, lying in the stalks, although looking very disheveled, actually has nothing wrong with him, because the cotton hat on Wang An's head bore everything for Wang An. Wang An stands up, looks at the half-section of shovel handle in his hand, sighs deeply, and casually throws this section of shovel handle quite far away.

Dropping the chain at a critical moment, truly damn annoying! He looks at the iron shovel that still has one section of handle left, and then looks at the small pit that has already been dug more than ten centimeters, picks up the iron shovel, grinds the broken part of the shovel handle on a stone, and squats there to dig.

Don't say, the short-handled iron shovel is actually quite easy to use; at the very least, it is much better than using one's hands to dig.

Following the sound of "Beng leng," "Beng leng," Wang An digs the pit another 5 centimeters or so deeper.

Just when Wang An scrapes the loosened stones and mud to the side, and then wants to shovel the iron shovel down again, he is instantly stunned by the scene in front of him.

Immediately following, Wang An shouts "Holy shit" and even his breathing becomes rapid.

And the reason Wang An is so uncomposed is because Wang An has seen a scene that he has never seen before in his past or present life.

One sees that at the roots of these Dianthus, there are densely packed, many, many small gold particles.

These small gold particles look like millet grains in size; of course, there are also slightly larger ones, but the largest ones are not as big as rice grains.

It must be said that the shocking effect of this scene is quite intense.

It is mainly because Wang An has not only never seen this kind of situation, but has never even heard of it.

One must know that Wang An, in his past life, had traveled south and north; one can say that he understood some of the various strange tales and customs of various places.

But this kind of rice made of gold is truly unique; with Wang An's knowledge, it is something never seen or heard of! Wang An puts down the iron shovel in his hand and picks up the golden millet in the pit one grain by one grain.

When Wang An finishes picking up the golden millet in the pit, he scrapes away the pile of dirt and stones he had previously scraped to the side, and inside, there are indeed a few grains of golden millet.

This kind of golden millet is also golden yellow in color, but I don't know why, the luster is a bit dim, not as bright as the dog-head gold picked up earlier.

When Wang An carefully checks the dirt and stone pile and the dug pit, he has a total of about 2 liang of golden millet in his hand.

After picking up the golden millet, Wang An stands up and looks at the large patch of un-dug Dianthus stalks in front of him, suddenly having a feeling of "all the wealth in the world is in my hands."

Because this is a place that produces golden millet, and the gold mine hasn't even been found yet! And this small pit in front of him has a diameter of only thirty or forty centimeters; if the whole patch of Dianthus stalks were dug up, how much golden millet would come out?

Thinking of this, Wang An takes out a small cloth bag previously used to hold bear gall and puts all the golden millet in his hand into it.

Very satisfied, he ties the mouth of the cloth bag, puts it into his pocket, and Wang An lowers his head, picks up the iron shovel, and continues to dig.

This time digging the pit, Wang An doesn't use as much force as last time, because Wang An discovers that this kind of golden millet is not only at the same depth, but exists wherever there are Dianthus roots.

And Wang An also discovers that when the depth of the pit exceeds 15 centimeters, this kind of golden millet directly disappears.

Therefore, Wang An guesses that the existence of these golden millet grains might be related to these Dianthus.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 534 =====