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Chapter 802: The paper-making hotel(2/2)

He nodded and said, "Yes, I was born and raised here. Our ancestors moved here at some point and took root here! I have been here since I was born."

After getting this answer, I asked straight to the point, "Have you ever dug out gold before?"

"Gold?" Lao Wangtou repeated these two words, and then asked me with a puzzled look, "What gold?"

"It's the kind of gold that can be exchanged for money!"

"There is gold! Yes." Old Wangtou said with a smile, "In our town, there is indeed a story of digging out gold a long time ago. It is said that an honest farmer had been doing farm work all his life, but one year he met

When there was an earthquake, their soil happened to be in the safest place, so everyone in the village went into their soil that night and trampled on their grain, causing their family to have no harvest that year."

"So he went to beg for it from the villagers, but at that time, every family had to tighten their belts and no one had any extra food. Without food, his old mother and children starved to death. He felt

He had been cultivating the land for his whole life, but in the end he had to suffer this kind of pain. He felt aggrieved, so he went to the temple to complain to the gods."

"After returning home, he had a dream. In the dream, he dug out gold in his own land! So the next day he went to dig in the place where he dreamed of digging out gold, and he actually dug out gold. At that time

But he was so happy that he told the friendliest person in the village that he had dug up gold. When the person heard this, he told the whole village, and the whole village ran to dig in their fields.

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"In the end, no one dug up gold, so they said he was lying to everyone! In order to prove that he really dug up gold, he took people to his house to see, but he took people there. How could he find any gold?

, it’s just a stone. This made everyone so angry that they all scolded him and called him a liar.”

"That night, he went to the temple to complain to the gods. As a result, he had another dream when he returned home. In the dream, a god told him that as long as he kept digging for twenty years, he would dig out gold."

"Later, he worked steadily for twenty years. On the twentieth year, he really dug out gold from the soil! But this time, he didn't tell anyone."

"This is the story about gold that has been circulating around here. Its moral is to warn those who are confused and cannot see hope. As long as they persist, they will definitely get what they want."

have to!

I thought I could hear the story about gold that I wanted to hear, but instead I was told a fable.

"Okay! Uncle, this story is very good and has a moral. You should go to bed early."

With that said, I turned around and went upstairs.
Chapter completed!
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