The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The woods next to the hut are still lingering with mist, and there is a little light in the green radish and green leaves. The other trees are all lush and lush, and there is only one tree, which is crumbling together with the hut.

Fang Cun raised his head and stared blankly at the tree for a long time.

The old man slapped him lightly, "Quickly dig."

"What he said is true?" Fang Cun half-believing and half-doubting leaned over to Gan Ting's side, "Quickly check your stuff."

Gan Ting was silent for a while, and said: "There is nothing to investigate, everything has its own destiny."

After thinking about it for a while, the words are not rough.

But when he thought that the horoscope in Gan Ting's hand could be used to spy on the fate, Fang Cun became interested again, "Why don't you check my fate? See when I'm going to lose my hair."

"Don't be lazy! Dig quickly!"

A rough roar interrupted the conversation between the two, and the old man stood aside with his hips akimbo, looking like a contractor.

Fang Cun flattened his mouth and replied loudly: "Understood!"

Although I don't know why I have to do this cheap labor, I still picked up a shovel and dug. There was no grass on the land, and there were big rocks mixed in. If you don't pay attention, you will shovel it, which is very laborious.

Fang Cun shoveled down hard, his face was blushing and he pressed the shovel down, ready to dig out these annoying big rocks.

Gan Ting stood aside, pondered for a long time, and said, "Go a little to the left."

"Left?" Fang Cun pulled out his shovel and took a few steps to the left.

Gan Ting stopped him, "Yes, that's it."

The size is a little unclear, but anyway, I have to dig a big hole, where to start digging is not digging, and continue to be very happy to be an excavator.

"Boom~!"

Because of the forceful impact with the ground, the shovel trembled violently. Fang Cun's hand holding the shovel suddenly felt a tingling pain like an electric shock. He let go of his hand in pain and rubbed his palm.

"It hurts...what did you dig?" Fang Cun poked his head out to look at the ground.

A horn protruded from the dark ground, it was golden, very pure golden.

Fang Cun's eyes lit up in an instant, he threw away the shovel in his hand, and began to plan efficiently by hand. The things were not buried deep enough, so the more he dug, the more excited he became.

In fact, Fang Cun roughly guessed what it was, but when he took it out, even the filthy soil couldn't block the golden light, and his eyes were almost dazzled.

"Cornucopia?! Oh my god."

Not to mention the gemstones scattered all over the place, the gold basin in the hand alone is enough to last ten lifetimes. The cornucopia is exquisitely made, and the mythical beasts surround the body of the basin.

Fang Cun felt reckless, "Why are you hiding so much money!"

The old man raised his head blindly, very arrogantly, "It belongs to that little monkey, I don't want it."

Fang Cun brushed off the dirt on the cornucopia, and hummed: "If you have money, don't use it, you idiot."

Ban Lao waved his hands blindly, "This washbasin is for you."

Fang Cun nodded solemnly, and said appreciatively, "You are a smart person."

"That's right." The old man proudly put his hands behind his back, looking like a teacher, but after a few seconds of seriousness, his true colors were revealed, and he shouted, "Quickly continue digging!"

"Got it!"

With money, I can work a lot more vigorously, so I picked up the shovel and happily dug the soil.

"Don't be lazy! I'm going to rest for a while, if I find you are lazy, I'll smash your dog's head!"

Ban Lao blindly clenched his fists and threatened Fang Cun, moved a wicker chair from the thatched hut to the yard, and lay down comfortably, started snoring as soon as it touched the wicker chair, and fell asleep in a second , snoring like thunder.

Fang Cun rested for a while with the shovel propped on his elbow, "This half-old man is really big, he really fell asleep like this, and he is not afraid of me running away with a cornucopia."

Gan Ting said bluntly: "Not everyone is as blind to money as you are."

"Bah!" Fang Cun said vulgarly, "I'm giving us the money to buy a house in the future. I can't let you live with me in this kind of shabby hut!"

Gan Ting felt that he was telling a big joke, so he didn't take it seriously, "Based on what I know about you, the money can stay in your hands for seven days at most, no more."

Fang Cun smashed the shovel, and said shyly, "Don't believe me, I also want to buy us a small house."

For the first time, Fang Cun's skin, which was thicker than the city wall, turned red with embarrassment. Gan Ting really felt that today was a good day, and it was worth firing thousands of firecrackers to commemorate the celebration. Fang Cun finally lost his face.

Gan Ting shook his head helplessly, what can he do, dig with him.

Then Gan Ting put his fingers together, and a golden light flashed across, rolling the surrounding dust and branches and leaves to raise the dust. Under the strong wind, the ground was instantly hollowed out, and in a short while, a big hole big enough to put a coffin appeared.

"Amazing! Great!" Fang Cun applauded applaudingly, but his hands were covered with mud and dust, sticking sticky to his palms, which was uncomfortable.

Fang Cun strode towards the sleepy Ban Lao Blind, and shook the wicker chair, "Ban Lao Blind."

"You little hozen, don't make noise!" The old man smashed his mouth in his sleep, cursed and fell asleep again.

Seeing that he couldn't wake up no matter what, Fang Cun leaned into his ear and shouted, "Ban Lao Blind!"

The old man was so frightened by the shout that he almost fell off the rattan chair, and said angrily, "What's wrong!"

Fang Cun stretched out his dirty hands in front of Ban Lao Blind and showed them, "Is there any water? I'll wash my hands."

The old man lay down again angrily, muttering, "Turn right and go straight to a stream, go by yourself."

Then there was a thunderous snoring, and the old man fell asleep again.

Gan Ting couldn't stand the snoring, and urged, "Let's go."

"Wait."

Fang Cun's face was very wretched, and he tiptoedly took out a wet brush from Ban Lao Blin's baby painting box, and with great interest, he drew the character "King" on Ban Lao Blin's forehead, and then drew a "King" on both sides of Ban Lao Blin's forehead. Draw three whiskers on each cheek.

When you're done, Fang Cun puts away the pen, smiles, and pushes Gan Ting, "Let's go."

The mountain stream, gurgling water, the water is not big but unusually clear.

"Wow, the water is so clean!"

Fang Cun quickly took off his robe, rolled up his sleeves, and jumped down the creek.

The water level is just enough to cover the calves, and the depth of the water level can almost reach the knees. This cool feeling makes Lixia a lot cooler.

Seeing Gan Ting staying by the stream, Fang Cun greeted him, "Come down, Ting'er, it's super cool here."

Gan Ting replied, "No."

Fang Cun flattened his mouth and snorted, "Hypocritical."

Gan Ting didn't bother to argue with him, so he sat on a boulder by the bank and waited for an inch.

Originally, Fang Cun was just here to wash his hands, but now he is playing like crazy, yelling that he must catch the fish in the water. The fish in the water are very flexible, and Fang Cun couldn't catch one in half a day. It was basically soaked, and the hair on the forehead was also wet, and the water dripped down the tip of the hair bit by bit, staring intently at the fish swimming in the water.

"Wow—!"

"Haha, I caught you!"

Fang Cun held a red carp above his head in both hands, excitedly showing off his victory.

Gan Ting frowned, and said inwardly, "Let go of that fish immediately."

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