Back to the Eighties: Mountain Foraging is Also a Way of Life
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Thinking of this, Wang An went to the west side room to find a broken iron shovel and continued digging in the pit.
It wasn't that Wang An didn't want to find a good iron shovel; it was mainly that the few good ones had been taken away by Sun Nian and the others along with the guns.
It could be said that the courtyard was now filled with nothing but junk; there were basically no good things left.
Sure enough, just as Wang An expected, directly beneath the first porcelain jar, he dug up another identical one.
Furthermore, the lid of this porcelain jar was also sealed with wax.
Wang An weighed it in his hand and felt that this jar was roughly the same weight as the previous one, so he didn't open it and continued digging.
It had to be said that the feeling of digging money out of the ground was incredibly exhilarating.
Wang An didn't even care that his brand-new work clothes were splattered with mud.
Compared to such a massive amount of wealth, what did clothes even matter!
However, as Wang An kept digging, he felt something was off.
The soil below was becoming harder and harder, meaning the lower layer of earth had never been disturbed.
In soil like that, it would be impossible for anything to be buried.
Consequently, Wang An filled the hole back in with the soil he had dug out and pushed the leaves and withered grass back into the pit as well.
After making the doghouse look as much like it did before the digging as possible, Wang An walked over to the blue dog's doghouse.
Using the same operation, Wang An dug up two porcelain jars in this doghouse as well, which were identical to the previous two.
Aside from those, he also dug up a small porcelain jar in this doghouse, which was about two-thirds the size of the other four.
Wang An weighed it and felt it wasn't particularly heavy, but not light either, so he curiously sliced through the sealing wax on the jar.
Upon opening it, Wang An paused for a moment, though he wasn't particularly surprised.
Because the contents of this small jar consisted of a brand-new Type 54 pistol and a box of ammunition; the rest were various coupons—mostly grain coupons, a few oil coupons, some meat and non-staple food coupons, as well as some industrial vouchers.
However, these coupons had one characteristic: they were all the nationwide universal type, rather than local ones.
At this time, although most things could be purchased without coupons, the prices were significantly higher than when buying with them.
But it was obvious that the utility of coupons was in the process of steadily declining.
Of course, household appliances like televisions, refrigerators, and tape recorders still required coupons or industrial vouchers to purchase.
Mainly because these items were still very sought-after products, remaining scarce even in big cities.
Besides the gun and the coupons, Wang An also found three letters of introduction in the small jar. Seeing these three letters, Wang An was truly shocked.
Because these three letters of introduction were actually under three different names.
One was Wei Guangcheng, another was Wei Dacheng, and the third was Wei Tiancheng.
Of course, that wasn't the most impressive part.
The most impressive part was that one letter of introduction belonged to the DJ County Beverage Factory, another to the JY County Textile Mill, and the third to the LQ County Food Factory.
Looking at these three letters of introduction with the dates left blank, Wang An was completely bewildered.
Across both his past and present lives, this was the first time Wang An had learned that letters of introduction could be played with in such a manner.
Mainly, could letters of introduction just be issued haphazardly?
One had to know that the consequences of issuing fake letters of introduction in this era were not something an ordinary person could bear!
If caught, one could spend several years behind bars, or even be rewarded with a "peanut"—a bullet to the head!
The key was that not a single date had been filled in on these three letters.
Holy crap, he really was ignorant of the world!
However, it was obvious that through the pistol, the money and coupons, and these three undated letters of introduction, one could guess that the old fox Wei Cheng was absolutely prepared to flee at any moment.
Perhaps he had long realized that doing this kind of business would eventually lead to trouble.
Because as long as he encountered a truly "hard" target—someone whose status was beyond what his network of relationships could handle—he would certainly be finished.
Take Li Xiuyu's family, for example; normally, they would have caused Wei Cheng zero harm, but unfortunately, Wang An suddenly burst onto the scene halfway through.
The most frustrating part was that Wang An came with the county's "big brothers" in uniforms, descending like divine soldiers to clean him up, leaving him absolutely no chance to prepare.
It was no exaggeration to say that if it had been a bit later, or if Sun Nian and the others had followed normal procedures—such as finding Wei Cheng through Lock-Chief Huang—the old fox Wei Cheng would have most likely fled in advance.
Mainly because Wei Cheng had prepared three sets of identities; as long as he ran, in this era, the result would inevitably be that he "did not exist."
With both his name and identity changed, there would be nowhere to even look for him, while Wei Cheng could move to another place and continue living a blissful life.
He had to admit, Wang An began to feel a sincere admiration for the old fox Wei Cheng; the things this man's brain had plotted were absolutely far ahead of everyone else at this time.
Putting everything back into the jars, Wang An looked at the two newly dug large jars, but he did not open them.
Because if there were no special circumstances, the contents of these two jars were certainly "Big Unity" ten-yuan bills as well.
In other words, the old fox Wei Cheng had hidden a full 100,000 yuan in these two doghouses.
In this era, 100,000 yuan was a literal astronomical figure. Wang An felt this was likely all of Wei Cheng's cash.
Although the lending range of Wei Cheng and his gang certainly wasn't limited to Xing'an Township, the fact that he had scraped together so much money and gold just by hiding in Xing'an Township and charging high interest showed just how bloody and profitable loan sharking was.
But it also had to be said that loan sharking was not a job an ordinary person could do.
First, you had to have money, because without capital, you couldn't achieve a thing.
Second, and most importantly, you had to have connections—very powerful connections; you had to know how to play both the black and white sides of the law.
Third, you had to have people to work for you, and they had to be the type who dared to risk their lives and could be kept under your thumb.
Just like Wei Cheng's subordinates, they all owed Wei Cheng money—the kind of debt they could never pay back.
Finally, you had to throw away the words "humanity," because only when a person loses their humanity and becomes something worse than livestock can they commit all sorts of atrocious acts.
Thanks to "Big Account Empire Emperor" for the tip, thank you, thank you!
Thanks to "Black A-Niu Brother" for the tip, thank you, thank you!
Thanks to "(Listen) Zhou Lao Si" for the tip, thank you, thank you!
Wishing these three big brothers happiness and health forever, and that money and treasures come every day!
(End of Chapter)