The eight young and strong young men did not lift the big coffin, and everyone muttered for a while, what the hell is going on, what is wrong.
"But only the old village chief maintained an unusually optimistic attitude, the old village chief looked at everyone like this and smiled: Don't mutter, everyone, the heavier this coffin is, the heavier the better, the heavier it means that there are more treasures in it, and it means that we have more money, don't you say?"
"As soon as the old village chief said this, the villagers' eyes lit up one by one, yes, the heavier this coffin, the better, the heavier it means the more treasures, and the more money you share."
"As the saying goes, the power of people is infinite, four people can't do it, eight people can't do it, eight people can't do it, sixteen people can't do it, thirty-two people can't do it, nothing else, people don't have it, the coffin is sinking, but no matter how heavy it is, it can't carry many people."
The old village chief led people to shout the number and forcibly lifted the coffin out of the silt, but after lifting it, everyone found a difficult thing, it turned out that there was an iron chain tied to the bottom of the coffin at this time, and the iron chain did not know where it led, and directly locked the coffin in the river silt.
"It stands to reason that smart people who saw this step already knew that this coffin could not be moved easily, and this obstacle obviously didn't want people to move it, but at that time, both the old village chief and the villagers were all fascinated by money, so it doesn't matter."
"So the village chief ordered, and the people in the village sawed off the iron chain with a chainsaw, to be honest, this iron chain is not thick, but the villagers cut it with a chainsaw for more than an hour before cutting the iron chain, and no one knows why this iron chain is so tough."
"After cutting the iron chain, the villagers carried the coffin ashore, and one by one they were ready to see what kind of treasure was in the coffin, and their eyes widened one by one, and it was indescribably funny."
At this time, Zhang Kuo, who had already been prepared, walked over with a crowbar, followed by a stuck, the crowbar was inserted into the gap of the coffin, and then began to pry the entire coffin, the coffin was clicked by Zhang Kuo, but Zhang Kuo alone could not pry the entire coffin.
Seeing this, the old village chief didn't want to waste time, and waved everyone to help, everyone was already impatient at this time, so they helped Zhang Kuo, and finally the coffin lid was overwhelmed and directly pried open.
With a click, the coffin lid was suddenly pried open, and then Zhang Kuo hurriedly changed a position, and then went to pry the entire coffin, and suddenly found that it was not easy to pry the coffin at this time.
Zhang Kuo clicked all the coffins open, followed by the villagers to open the coffin lid directly, the coffin lid opened, and the villagers saw a black smoke visible to the naked eye fly up directly, followed by smoke and dust all over the sky.
After the black smoke cleared, everyone looked into the coffin, and suddenly they all sighed, and they all took three steps back, followed by a look of panic.
"Looking at the villagers like this, the old village chief was stunned, what is the situation?"
"Village chief, see for yourself."
"The villagers trembled one by one, the old village chief stepped forward quickly, a few steps to the coffin, the next moment stretched out his head to look inside, the old village chief suddenly gasped, the cold sweat on his forehead came down, there is no gold and silver treasure in this coffin, but a dense ball of small black snakes."
"Each of the little snakes is very small, and it grows in a bundle, and three or four of them are coiled together, forming a ball, and becoming a small black ball, and the black snakes are densely packed with the entire coffin, constantly wriggling and rolling, and the scalp of the person watching is hairy, and the limbs are cold."
"Ah, just when the old village chief looked at the coffin of the little snake's scalp swelling, Zhang Kuo suddenly screamed, followed by a head to the ground, the villagers saw Zhang Kuo faint again, and immediately panicked, this is to provoke the monster."
"The villagers are very nervous, scared and trembling, rural people are very superstitious, more than the people in the city believe in ghosts, monsters and foxes, at this time the old village chief also knows that he must have provoked something dirty, but there is no way, provoked all of them, at this time can not admit it, isn't it just a nest of small snakes, burn it."
The villagers hesitated after listening to the old village chief's words, after all, this nest of snakes does not know whether it is a god or a ghost, and this fire is burning, there must be no room for maneuver."
The villagers hesitated, but the old village chief said unusually firmly: "Don't hesitate, whether it is a god or a ghost, a demon or a demon, when we pry open the coffin, we have already offended to death, and there is no room for maneuver for a long time. ”” "The majesty of the old village chief is still there, a roar, the villagers immediately went back to find gasoline, there are two tractors in the village, the villagers put some gasoline directly from the tractor, and then came back and all of them were sprinkled into the coffin, after pouring into the coffin, the old village chief gave an order to light the fire."
With a snort, the flames rose directly, followed by the small snakes that turned into balls of fire, and a foul smell came out of the coffin, bursts of black smoke rose, and at the same time, there were bursts of crying like babies along with the black smoke.
"Listening to the cry of the baby in the coffin, all the villagers were as pale as dirt, and at this time, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that they must have provoked something that should not be provoked."
"A coffin of little snakes, a fire burned for a whole day, and then slowly extinguished, after extinguishing, the old village chief, with people back, looked at the coffin has been burned to ashes, one by one sighed for a long time."
But just as everyone was sighing, a sharp-eyed villager suddenly saw a golden thing at the bottom of the coffin, and this villager was really bold, looked at this thing in the coffin, and then took a branch and pulled it up inside.
"This pull-out really made this villager pull out a thing, this is a palm-sized gold medal, made of pure gold, which can weigh a pound.
On the front of the sign is written a big town character, and on the back is written two words Qinglong. ” "A gold medal weighing one pound, according to the current market price of more than 270 yuan per gram of gold, a pound is 500 grams, that is to say, this gold medal regardless of the value of his cultural relics, just selling gold is worth 1340,000 yuan."
"This is really a touching fortune, the old village chief is very excited to see this gold medal, at least not in vain, the old village chief is happy, directly led people into the city, bought this gold medal into the gold store, and took 150,000 yuan back."
"After coming back, the old village chief distributed the money to everyone, and everyone was very happy, thinking that this matter was over, but something happened within three days
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