The male supporting character was actually myself.

Li Dahan dug away the dirt and his eyes lit up immediately. "Oh my God!"

"Got your foot stuck?" Zhang Qiang lazily dragged his shovel over. "What are you yelling about?"

The next second, he saw Li Dahan carefully pulling out the colorful porcelain bottle with his hands, and his eyes widened immediately. "My goodness! We're rich!"

This is an antique; I've seen it on TV before!

It was something like a pale celadon jade spring vase; that tiny vase sold for a hundred million at auction!

"One hundred million?" Li Dahan moved even more carefully, taking the bottle out of the soil and examining it closely. It was intact, so he put it in his pocket and muttered under his breath, "I found this myself, it has nothing to do with you!"

Zhang Qiang immediately became agitated and shouted in a low voice, "How can it be unrelated? Everyone who sees it gets a share, understand?"

Don't forget you only have two dilapidated houses, and a wife you just bought that you don't even know if you can rely on! Besides, do you even know where you'll sell it?

He's such a country bumpkin, he knows nothing and keeps getting scammed.

This is something only heaven, earth, you, and I know; don't make a fuss or show off.

If you don't have anywhere to store it properly, leave it with me for now.

Tomorrow morning, let's get up and take the village chief's son's boat to the big city. I know where we can get a good price. We'll split it evenly, fifty million each. Who the hell would stay on this wretched island and suffer?

Let's go to a big city, buy a villa, and marry a beautiful woman.

You silly goose who's never been out before, without my help you'd be swindled out of all your money!

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could keep each other company and enjoy wealth and luxury together?"

Chapter Nineteen: Terrifying Desert Island (18)

"I'm poor and broke, and all I have is a ghostly wife that I'd be willing to give up. Can you really give her up?" Li Dahan was tempted by her words.

Knowing his own limitations, and lacking Zhang Qiang's cunning in the outside world, he figured even the finest antiques might not fetch a good price. He decided to agree for now and consider dealing with him after the sale.

Zhang Qiang curled his lip with disdain and said, "It's just a few tiled houses. How much are they worth? His wife looks decent enough, but she hasn't laid a single egg all these years. I beat her every day and I still can't get over it. What's there to be reluctant about?"

The two whispered and discussed for a moment before finally deciding that Zhang Qiang would keep the antique.

He wrapped the bottle inside his shirt, imagining the mansion and the beautiful women there, so stunning they seemed to swell with rage, that he didn't even bother to grab his shovel as he ran wildly towards the village.

Liang Rumeng stayed behind to keep an eye on Li Dahan, while the other three followed Zhang Qiang.

He was so excited that he ran incredibly fast. As he passed through the narrow path leading into the village, he ran into the widowed grandmother with her brisk steps. Zhang Qiang didn't even stop; he was blown past her like a gust of wind.

"Crazy woman, a good dog doesn't block the way!" He pushed the elderly widow into the ditch, and didn't forget to shout back with schadenfreude.

Song Gang spat, "Pah! What a scoundrel!"

Today, they had to remain bystanders and not get involved in anything, so the three of them had no choice but to walk around at a distance.

Jiang Chen chose to follow the widowed grandmother; Duan Chengze and Song Gang continued to follow Zhang Qiang.

The marks left by time could not destroy the widow's beauty. Even in her seventies, she was still dressed neatly and cleanly, with her gray hair combed up in a neat style.

She was badly hurt by the fall and didn't climb out of the ditch for a while.

Meanwhile, Li Dahan, holding a shovel, was not focused on his work. After fantasizing about the wonderful life of making a fortune, a thought suddenly popped into his head—who says there's only one antique?

What if this hill was a burial site a long time ago?

In other words, there are likely even more antiques inside!

Li Dahan immediately became excited, spat on his hand, and began digging haphazardly along the spot where he had just discovered the antique.

The result, naturally, was that there was no second one.

Undeterred, he took a shovel, climbed the hill, and began digging everywhere.

Zhang Pengpeng went to call Li Shuaishuai to play in the water but got scolded. He then led a group of children to run around and play.

After finishing his meal, Li Shuaishuai watched TV absentmindedly. He didn't want to play in the water, but he was interested in the stories the widowed grandmother had told him earlier, especially the stories about mermaids and fairies, which made him very curious.

So, while his parents were eating and playing on their phones in the kitchen, and his grandmother was cleaning the east wing, Li Shuaishuai ran out the back door and headed up the mountain to find his widowed grandmother.

While Li Dahan was frantically digging around on the hillside, Li Shuaishuai happened to pass by on the narrow path below.

The shovel broke the tree root, and by sheer coincidence, it pulled a stone down the hillside.

"Ah!" Li Shuaishuai only had time to let out a brief cry of surprise before he was hit on the head by a stone and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

"Damn it! How could this be so unlucky?" Li Dahan was so scared that his legs went weak.

After calming down for a moment, he looked around and saw that no one was there; the rolling stone happened to break Li Shuaishuai's neck, and there wasn't even a drop of blood left at the scene.

Thinking of the wealthy and powerful Li Mingliang's fierce, man-eating appearance, Li Dahan wiped the sweat from his brow, hardened his heart, and decided to go all the way. He threw the shovel on the open ground, pushed the stones down the hillside, and then carried Li Shuaishuai's body into the river.

The body floated downstream and would soon fall into the waterfall, where it would be discovered by Wang Erzhu, who was fishing with a net.

Just as Li Dahan, feeling guilty, was carrying Li Shuaishuai to dispose of the body, the widowed grandmother limped over and saw two shovels lying on the open ground.

She recognized one of them as belonging to Li Dahan's family. Seeing that there was no one around, she picked it up and prepared to return it to Li Dahan.

No one was home at Li Dahan's house; the door was locked.

Aunt Ji next door had already gone to the main square to prepare for the banquet.

The widowed grandmother called out twice and heard a hoarse voice respond from inside the house. She went over and asked a few questions.

The sight of the other person being bought and sold evoked her emotions, and the widowed grandmother found a brick and smashed the lock.

The two talked for a long time inside the house. The widowed grandmother, who was limping, left Li Dahan's house alone, carrying a large glass bottle full of cyanide pellets that looked like candy beans.

Zhang Qiang ran all the way home and went into the woodshed to tinker for a while.

A moment later, he came out feeling refreshed. While cooling off at the door, he saw his neighbor, Old Man Song, returning from weeding with his son. In high spirits, he joked that Old Man Song's son should call him "Dad," and even seriously discussed how the father and son looked alike.

The old coward lived up to his name; he was so angry that his hands trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal. He could only drag his son home.

Zhang Qiang's wife was tidying up inside when she heard her husband enter. Just as she was about to speak, she saw him sneaking into the woodshed.

Because women who are constantly subjected to domestic violence due to infertility are prone to having ulterior motives, they remained silent upon seeing this. Only after Zhang Qiang left did they sneak into the woodshed to observe carefully, and subsequently discovered the small bottle that their husband had hidden.

She wasn't very educated, but subconsciously she felt that this thing must be quite valuable.

Zhang Qiang's wife didn't dare to make any rash moves. While her husband was out strolling, she quickly ran out of the house, borrowed a pencil from a neighbor, tore a piece of paper from her child's homework, wrote a note to her lover about a date, and wanted him to help her make a decision.

If the bottle is really valuable, I'll steal it first, and then after the sea god is worshipped, I'll elope with my lover by boat.

They sold their property to raise money so the two, who were deeply in love, could live a loving and lasting life together in a big city.

Zhang Qiang's wife excitedly took the note and ran to the main square, busy with the banquet while looking for an opportunity to pass the note to Wang Dayou.

Both of them had missions to perform today, and they were under constant surveillance. In order to avoid being discovered, she could only think of this way to arrange to meet Wang Dayou in a secluded place to discuss important matters.

Overwhelmed with excitement and not knowing what to do, Zhang Qiang wandered around the village and then played with the antiques for a while afterward.

He vaguely heard someone shouting that something had happened on the street. Seeing the villagers rushing excitedly towards the waterfall to watch the excitement, he suddenly had a bright idea. He took a large white plastic bucket from the woodshed, locked the door, and sneaked into the unattended bamboo house. He stole a pot of wine, intending to cook two dishes and enjoy a delicious meal that night.

However, long before the widowed grandmother received the poison from the scarred woman, she began calling out to all the children in the village, big and small, to listen to the story.

At first, she led the children to see and explain the plants, but as more and more children gathered, the widowed grandmother began to tell the story of the little elves and the fairy tree.

Finally, she distributed the small bottles filled with poison that she had already prepared to the children, telling them that as long as they threw them into the water, a magic tree that could grant wishes would grow the next day. However, only one "seed" could be thrown into each body of water, and she guided the children to compete to see who could grow the most magic trees.

The children cheered and ran through the village, carrying the "seeds" like precious treasures, into the unlocked courtyards and houses of every household.

Throw one into any water jar you see;

The children, left unsupervised and fiercely competitive, swarmed from the village to the main square, the beach, and the bushes, throwing away all the water they could see. While the other children ran off to find other water sources, the village chief's grandson thought he was being too clever—aren't alcohol and beverages also water?

There's so much water that the adults definitely can't finish it all. Throw some seeds in, and tomorrow these two magical trees will be yours!

Chapter Twenty: Terrifying Adventure on a Deserted Island

After the children finished their fun, they ran off again in a swarm. The village chief and others were busy dealing with the dispute between Li Shuaishuai and his grandson, haggling over various things. It took the villagers a long time to return.

No one noticed when the noisy children disappeared.

The "seeds" they had carefully protected like treasures were touched too often, and soon they died of poisoning on their way to report to the widowed grandmother in the back mountain.

Taking advantage of the excitement, Zhang Qiang's wife finally got a chance to talk to Wang Dayou. The two deliberately separated from the crowd and took a long detour before finally meeting up in the woods on the beach.

Zhang Qiang locked the door and went to steal wine, while the old coward next door became more and more furious.

But he was clumsy with words and timid, so besides sulking, he could only resort to the old method—stealing things from Zhang Qiang's house!

He would sneak into Zhang Qiang's house through the hole he had dug long ago, stealing whatever he could, but listening to the couple fight every day made him feel much better.

However, as soon as Lao Song entered the woodshed today, he felt something was wrong.

Several broken wine bottles lay scattered in the corner, with a wooden board buried in the soil underneath, which was a bit unusual.

Old Song curiously poked around for a bit and soon found a beautiful porcelain bottle in the makeshift hole.

A few years ago, a lucky tourist came to the island and found an antique while beachcombing, selling it for several million yuan. This story spread widely on the island. Not only did the number of tourists increase, but even the villagers all dreamed of one day making a fortune by finding an antique and selling it.

Old Song was also one of those who dreamed big; he usually watched various treasure appraisal shows.

Their eyes lit up when they saw the bottle Zhang Qiang had hidden!

He hurriedly tucked the porcelain bottle into his pocket and carefully crawled back through the hole. After thinking it over, he stuffed it into the chicken coop, planning to wait for the storm to pass before taking a boat to a big city to auction it off and make a fortune!

Not long after, Li Dahan, filled with regret, came to Zhang Qiang's door, demanding that Zhang Qiang return the antique he had discovered.

After Zhang Qiang discovered the antique was missing, the two blamed each other.

Li Dahan believed that he wanted to keep it all for himself and deliberately made it appear as if it was stolen, since there was no evidence to prove it based on his own words.

Zhang Qiang, whose blood was boiling with anger, thought that Li Dahan had stolen it first and then caused trouble for him so that he could keep it all for himself.

Driven by greed, the two fell out and began chasing and attacking each other.

Li Dahan ran into a secluded spot in the bushes on the beach, lay down on the damp ground, and dared not make a sound.

The forest was sweltering, and the cyanide thrown into the puddles was evaporating. He died in his hiding place not long after.

Zhang Qiang chased after his wife into the woods but lost her. While searching for her, he discovered that his wife was having an affair with Wang Dayou!

A pair of lovers, who were dreaming of leaving behind their infertile and abusive husbands and their bedridden, burdensome wives, were embracing and discussing their wonderful future when they were suddenly horrified to find Zhang Qiang carrying an axe.

The village chief, who was in a bad mood after being extorted by Li Mingliang, had just damaged Li Mingliang's boat with a dagger, intending to cause Li Mingliang's family to die at sea on their return journey the next day due to a boat malfunction. Unexpectedly, he encountered Zhang Qiang, who was in a bloodthirsty rage.

Without hesitation, Zhang Qiang killed three people. He then tried to return to the village to find antiques, pack his belongings, steal a boat, and escape. However, he was terrified by the corpses in the square and drank alcohol to bolster his courage. In the end, he died in the bushes.