C1 Rice Spoon Versus Spatula

My name is Liu Yue Zu, and I come from a small mountain village called Chenjia Tun.

Three years ago, Brother Saner and I were full of fighting spirit and we swore to come to Shenzhen to form a future, but the affairs of the world are tricky. Three years have passed and Saner and I still don't have anything.

In the end, he was so miserable that he couldn't take it anymore. What should he do?

So, Saner came to me to discuss countermeasures, how can I live a life of prosperity?

After a few more discussions, our eyes focused on our hometown – Chenjia Tun.

From ancient times onward, there had been a certain noble person in this small mountain village known as Chenjia Tun, and when this noble person grew old, he chose to return back to his roots.

Legend has it that on the day this noble man returned to his hometown, he used nine donkey cart to return a total of eighteen urns full of gold and silver, which was also the most interesting item in Chenjia Tun.

However, the legend was that even until now, no one had ever seen these eighteen urns of treasure, let alone seen someone producing such a treasure. But if the legend is true, then this treasure that we have never seen before is enough for Saner and I …

Saner and I decided to try our luck. After finalizing everything, we passed through several days of travel and finally arrived back at the Chenjia Tun, covered in dust.

After returning to the Chenjia Tun to rest for two days, Saner and I met up once again and agreed to head towards a small mountain slope approximately one and a half kilometers away from the Chenjia Tun.

A peach tree stood alone on the hillside. It was early spring. A peach tree was blooming with occasional breezes, scattering rain and flowers in the sky.

The fields of rice were like tofu, neatly arranged in front of us. Standing on the hillside with Saner and I, we felt like looking at the small mountains.

Squatting under the peach tree, I saw that there was a hole the size of a palm under the tree. I asked Saner doubtfully, "Is this the first urn that you spoke of?"

"Of course."

Saner said proudly: "I am a child from the long room, I finally got this secret out of my grandfather's mouth with great difficulty."

I bared my teeth and confirmed, "It really isn't a mouse hole?"

My constant suspicion greatly displeased Saner. He immediately glared and said angrily: "Brother, do you believe me or not?"

"I do, how can I not believe it?"

After laughing dryly a few times, I looked around and whispered, "How do we dig?" "It's a sunny day, if someone came …"

"Thirdie, Liu, what are you two sneaking around for?"

Damn it! Before I could finish my sentence, the fat aunt of the village's Chen Qi family, holding onto her black and strong cow, stood on the field and shouted. She was so scared that we almost rolled down the hill.

"Ah …" "We haven't been back for a few years. We came here to experience the changes in our hometown."

After spinning my head a few times, I immediately assumed a bold stance. I stood on the slope and chanted, "I can't help but sigh at the delicacy of the river and the mountains …"

Saner immediately followed up and shouted, "It's just like a little sister taking off her clothes and sneaking into your arms to act like a spoiled child."

I... He was actually at a loss for words.

Looking at Fat Aunt's back, I could no longer care about the mumbles when she left. Having a friend like that really made me unhappy. I was so happy that I was crying.

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Saner remained silent for a while before he smiled: "Brother."

I raised my eyebrows and decided not to look at Saner's face that deserved a beating anymore. "What are you planning to use to dig it out?"

Saner took something out from the back of his hand and grinned at me.

"Rice..." "Spoon?"

I angrily shouted, "You dare to say that!? People who steal tombs in novels all use Luoyang shovels. Engineer shovels, why don't you come with me for a scoop of rice?"

"Isn't this …"

"Stop talking, just watch."

I waved my hand, interrupting Saner's explanation, and immediately took out the crime tools from my waist.

"Pot..." Spatula?! "

That afternoon, we sat under the peach tree with our backs to each other, looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, waiting for the night to come.

"Brother."

Suddenly, Saner called out with a choked voice.

"F * ck off."

I kicked it away with my foot.

"No, I want to say that after I find a treasure, I will marry two women, one to warm the bed, and the other to wash my feet."

Look at what this bastard has to say.

I looked down at Saner, took out a spatula from my waist, and started digging through the palm-sized hole.

Fortunately, it was already the beginning of spring. The soil had become extremely loose after being irrigated by the warm air and the continuous spring rain. If it was winter, when he tried to dig, the spatula would have broken after he shoveled it three times.

Saner and I will dig with all our might, with a spoonful of yours, I will scoop out everything that I can, and not long later, the palm sized hole at the base of the tree will be expanded by many times, and anyone who can fit in will have their waist buried.

We waited expectantly for an entire day. After digging for nearly two hours in the middle of the night, we finally saw the bottom of the pit.

"Is this the legendary first urn?"

Under the light of the flashlight, a few fat rats were squeaking in panic. I laughed coldly, "Your grandpa told you this?"

"Bro, listen to my explanation."

Seeing that I had really gotten angry, Saner hurriedly tried to explain: "This matter is not my grandfather's fault. This cave was discovered when I was five years old.

"Enough."

I was so angry that my whole body was shaking. This guy, his brain has actually reached such a level, why didn't he write a novel? Just for a mouse hole, I was so stupid as to quit my job and travel thousands of miles with him before returning back home from Shenzhen.

Saner normally looked like a fool, but he was very quick-witted at critical moments. When he saw that I was so angry that I wanted to beat his body up, he raised his hand to the sky and shouted out, "Look, a UFO!"

"Go to hell."

The spatula in my hands flew out, smashing towards Saner's back.

"Ah …"

In the dark of the night, Saner let out a miserable shriek. I am certain that he fell into that field pit.

After spitting at the direction Saner left in, I crawled into the mouse hole.

After pulling a flour sack from the back of his pants, he began to collect the flour in the mouse hole.

It was almost spring, and the rats were running out of stored food. I gathered up half a bag of corn, rice, sweet potatoes, and so on, then bent over to feel the ground and was about to leave the cave.

"Eh?"

I was surprised and took out my flashlight to probe the bottom of the hole.

Guess what I found?