Thunderbolt of the End of the World

"Bah!"

Just when Fatty Wang was about to continue singing, a truck passed by and Fatty Wang ate a row of exhaust gas.

"Cough cough... This truck is so lacking in eyesight! If it wasn't for it just now, I would have pulled up my high-pitched voice." Fatty Wang said unhappily.

Lin Feng just smiled, this fat man wants to save face, in Lin Feng's opinion, even if there is no truck, this fat man's treble can't be so high!

Fatty Wang saw Lin Feng smiling without saying a word, rolled his eyes, and said, "Brother Lin Feng, why don't you talk too!"

Hu Bayi also coaxed: "Yeah, the brothers haven't heard you sing before, let's go!"

"Okay! Then I'll sing "Heroes of the World"." Lin Feng did not refuse, nodding and singing a cappella:

"Road wandering years have not stopped

How many sorrows are willing to be infatuated

The mundane things pass by in a blink of an eye

Just a little bit wrong

No fear of torture

The red dust is like a dream, the world is all up to me

No question of success or failure, no need to be persistent

The rivers and lakes are like fire, the ending is always silent

Heroes of the world need loneliness in the end

Lone Star Falls, Pride and Wildfire

Shadow mottled memories time flies

On the chessboard, no matter the enemy or the other

involuntarily fall with others

The legend of who wins or loses in the future..."

"Clap clap..."

After Lin Feng sang a song, Fatty Wang and Hu Bayi looked at Lin Feng dumbfoundedly, and the little accountant sitting behind the donkey cart became popular!

Fatty Wang gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother, it's alright, with your voice, it's a pity not to be a singer!"

Lin Feng said with a smile: "Three years ago, I worked as a wandering singer in Paris for a period of time, and a record company really invited me to be a professional singer, but I prefer freedom and did not agree."

Fatty Wang sneered and asked, "Can those foreign devils understand Chinese?"

"I sang it in French!" Lin Feng rolled his eyes and said.

Fatty Wang praised: "You can also sing in French, brother, you are awesome! You are really awesome! I have never served a few people in my life, my brother, but my brother serves you."

……

The donkey cart slowly came to the mountain village. The friendship that Fatty Wang and Hu Bayi cultivated when they went to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution lasted for years. When they arrived in the village, the old Party secretary, Yanzi and other villagers who had reunited after a long absence warmly came out to greet the two. Lin Feng, who came with the two, was also warmly welcomed.

Later, Fatty Wang learned from Yanzi that the government archaeological team was digging a luxurious ancient tomb here. Hu Bayi and Fatty almost vomited blood when they heard this, but Lin Feng was not disappointed. Ordinary antique calligraphy and painting were not good for him. There is no use.

Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang felt a little lost, but there was nothing they could do.

The dinner table.

Lin Feng was eating pure natural green food, such as fried pheasant slices, smoked deer legs, and stewed mushrooms with chicken in a large casserole. Although the taste was not as good as that of a big restaurant, it had a unique flavor.

Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang wanted to discuss with the old party secretary to bring these old things from the village to Kyoto to sell for money, but the old party secretary said, "Not long ago, the nearby villages handed over all these things to the state!"

The two were stunned when they heard the words, and felt very heartbroken.

the next day.

On the edge of the river outside the village, Hu Bayi and Lin Feng were sitting on a pile of stones chatting. After a while, Fatty Wang, who had sobered up, also came over.

Fatty Wang walked over and said, "What are you two doing here?"

Lin Feng said, "Old Hu and I came out to think about it, what should we do next?"

Fatty Wang said with a bit of frustration: "What else can we do, this time we are really blind, and the archaeological team has wiped them all out!"

Hu Bayi said confidently: "Fatty, do you still remember the Kwantung Army fortress that the old man in the village told us?"

Fatty Wang rubbed his swollen head and said, "Remember, didn't we have to go there at that time? After you left as a soldier, this matter was put on hold!"

Lin Feng patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder and said with a smile, "We were discussing this just now!"

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up, and his spirit came: "What do you think?"

Hu Ba nodded and said: "Yes, I guess the little devil must have left a lot of good things there. I asked the old secretary just now, and the archaeological team still doesn't know about it. Even if they do, it won't matter. Leave it to them!"

Fatty Wang also understood, but he was still a little worried: "No one has ever found that place!"

Lin Feng said: "No one else can't find it, it doesn't mean we can't, Fatty, don't you want to give it a shot?"

Fatty Wang thought about it, and felt that the current situation was really bad. Yet?

Immediately, he said with a wide-eyed smile: "Okay, I understand,"