Around the mining area.
The speed of Mu Sicheng's actions began to slow down. He cautiously looked at the gold sculptures gathered at the entrance of the mine not far away, moved the headset to his lips, and whispered: "I saw the human sculpture."
After speaking, he took a picture and sent it over.
The human-shaped gold sculptures on the photo are frozen in various poses at the entrance of the mine. Their expressions and expressions are very excited and ferocious. Some sculptures also hold banners and seem to be raising their arms and shouting.
"It says on the banner that you will never hand over the gold mine." Mu Ke translated, "There are still some curse words, I won't translate it here."
"Actually, I'm a little bit weird."
Mu Ke thoughtfully: "The newspaper I saw before wrote that after a period of decline, gold minerals ushered in an explosive secondary growth. The gold minerals on the map that Mu Sicheng found recently The increase also confirms this point. There must be a problem with this second batch of gold, otherwise a large number of new miners with strange organ sclerosis diseases will not be added, and it is precisely because of this second increase in gold that Georgia handed over to the mining area. The resistance to the gold market has greatly increased. The people see the hope of gold growth and it is absolutely impossible for them to agree to the transfer."
"But the problem is..."
"It is written in the fairy tale that the god will only supply gold for a thousand years." Bai Liu calmly continued, "If it is the god we know, after the one-thousand-year covenant, he will stop the supply of gold in an instant according to the transaction, not at all. The supply of gold may continue. The second outbreak of this batch of gold minerals is abnormal."
"Moreover, Georgia is so decisive to hand over the gold mine to the Heretic Bureau, there are also problems."
"He was a prince at the time. Even if he realizes that there is a problem with the minerals, the most reasonable approach is to investigate and deal with it after the closure. It is impossible to transfer the root of the national dependence to the foreign organization of the Heresy Processing Bureau so easily. support."
"There is still room for change, and Georgia's approach could have been less radical." Bailiu paused, "but it should be some kind of third-party factor that inspired the contradiction between the two sides."
"This kind of third-party factor must be something Georgia can't stop, that is, a force majeure factor." Liu Jiayi continued to talk after pondering for a while, "and this force majeure factor should be introduced by internal people, and there are still many people who support it. , Otherwise Georgia would not choose foreign cooperation."
"And this force majeure factor makes Georgia believe that only the Heretic Bureau can handle..."
Inferring that by this point, Liu Jiayi and Bai Liu both stopped for a while.
The specific content of this force majeure factor is ready to come out.
Bai Liu calmly said the answer: "In the ancient Luolun kingdom at that time, some people once again sought cooperation and trade with the gods, so that the gold mines could continue to produce."
The 13th mining area is located inside the mountains. From the blasted exit of the mountain, the minecart is driven down the long-built track. The two sides are like relics and treasures. They are all piles of gold mines, even It doesn't need to spend much time to refine it after digging, it is already quite pure gold.
But twelve years ago, such a scene that lasted for a thousand years no longer existed in Guloren.
After the long winter break, the first car ore mined in the spring was even less than half a car. The people looked at the miners sitting on the car in panic and confusion. Everyone was waiting for the first car of gold in the spring to be ground. Sprinkling gold powder into the sky This is the ritual of Gu Luolun's coming of spring.
But that year was cancelled. Everyone knew that with such a barren output, they could not hold such an extravagant ceremony.
It was like a sign that Guloren's spring would never come again.
The mines of gold are declining month by month, and the streets are full of unemployed miners and crying children. The monthly distribution of gold by the Gold Issuing Office has been reduced by half and half. His father is sitting in front of the fence, looking down as if he is about to walk into the invisible edge. In winter, Gu Luoren couldn't sleep all night and all night.
But Georgia was unusually calm, knowing that this day would come after all.
Gu Luoren without gold is a disaster in everyone's eyes, but in Georgia's eyes, this may be an opportunity, an opportunity for everyone to go out.
Everyone has been trapped in this gold mine-like country for too long, too long. A thousand years is enough to make everyone fear the outside world. Of course, there are indeed scary things in the outside world, but it is better than an ancient Luolun without gold. Much better.
Georgia, who had already prepared for the record, slapped his father on the shoulder on the night when his father knelt and hugged him and cried bitterly. He slapped his father on the shoulder and said calmly: "Father, give me Guloren."
His father raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Do you have a way to make Gu Luolun produce gold again?"
"I don't." Georgia replied peacefully. "But father, talent is the most precious gold in a country."
"As long as someone is here, no matter how long the winter is, everyone will be able to survive. We have not reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted. The mining area is still producing gold. We will preserve this gold and open the window of Guloren to the outside world. Cooperation, exchanges, and resistance. In this process, everyone's will will become strong, and our country will become stable and strong."
"... You make me think again," his father said in a daze, "think again."
Georgia guessed that there would be a lot of resistance in what he was going to do, but it was not absolutely impossible, but it might be naive, it might be something in the bones of every ancient lorion. He naively thought that God would not come again and this would no longer be happy. Believe in the ancient Luolun country of fairy tales.
I also naively forgot that the pain equivalent to a thousand years of gold cannot be covered by the howling of a child.
When Georgia tightened and carefully implemented his own record, he heard a lot of strange noises from the court. Some ministers began to talk to his father frequently overnight. At that time, he mistakenly thought he was pursuing the record. His behavior attracted the attention of these old-fashioned ministers and opposed his father. Georgia did not care because the filing was smoothly implemented.
Until one day, his father found him, and clasped his hand nervously and excitedly: "We have found God!"
"He is willing to trade with us again!"
Georgia's brain was blank at that moment, and he could only subconsciously ask: "God?"
"Yes!" His father was so excited that he almost jumped up. "Our high priest heard from the Holy See that there is a guest who sells islands floating on the sea. It is very similar to the god we described. The high priest spent money. After a lot of effort, the other party is finally willing to meet us!"
"He will come to Guluorun country today, and I will let the people from the issuing office greet him at the gate of the country!"
"Let’s not say whether he is a god." Georgia pushed down his excited father and shook his shoulders, leaning on the table to stay calm, he raised his head and asked coldly, "Even if he is, the god at this moment is here to collect our pain. What are you going to do? What can you do?"
Under Georgia's gaze, his father became a little uneasy and timid: "...The guest said that he can trade with us again."
"The content of the transaction..." Georgia almost had to do his best to stop himself from yelling so gaggedly, but calmly asking, "What is it?"
"He can supply us with gold for a period of time, through a special kind of stone, alighting stone." His father explained a little nervously, "We have tested this kind of stone, and it only needs to be buried in the ground. There is a big increase, and no clear side effects have been found, so you don’t have to worry so much!"
"There will be no gold in this world, father." Georgia closed his eyes. "What does he want?"
His father was silent for a long time and said, "Pain."
"He said that when the time comes, he will charge us pain."
"When the time comes, when is it?" Georgia opened his eyes and asked softly, disappointed in his eyes uncontrollably.
"At least not today, not this year!" His father also became angry, beating the table, "At least the golden stone he brought can make our people have a good spring this year! At least the children can be in This year I can lie down at home listening to fairy tales and sleep peacefully! At least tonight, after the golden stone is buried in the mining area, I will not hear the cry of people who are afraid that I will not survive at night!"
"Georgia, why do you always think about things so far away!"
"The immediate things are not handled well, are such distant things really related to us?!"
"What if he comes to collect the pain, another thousand years from now?!"
Georgia was silent, his fists clenched, and the king asked aggressively. He pointed out the window and looked straight at Georgia: "Are you going to see these people who are struggling outside?"
"There is no more gold this spring. They will starve to death in the winter. Do you want them to starve to death this winter?"
"Put my strategy and yours together, who do you think the public will support?!"
Georgia took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently: "But..."
"No but!" The king slapped the table sternly. "It is the most important thing to keep the people in front of you alive. Your foresight, wait until later!"
Seeing Georgia’s white lips being pursed, the king paused and eased his tone: "Those recent strategies of yours, just pause for a while."
"You are also very tired from doing these things. During this time... Take a good rest."
When Georgia walked out of the palace, there was no expression on his face. He walked down the street desperately as if his soul had been taken out of his body, surrounded by closed shops, increased prices of daily necessities, and his face was crying with his fingers. A person who counts how long his gold can take.
His face is well known by many people, so whenever he walks by someone, someone will ask him expectantly:
"His Royal Highness, when will the gold be issued?"
"When will the mining area resume work?"
"Gu Luoren won't be without gold, right?"
"God won't abandon us, will he?"
In front of such naive eyes that were almost terrified, Georgia opened his mouth without saying the last word. The heart in his chest was beating violently, and the blood became hot on his very small due to some turbulent emotions. At that time, before he learned to draw a bow, he learned to control his emotions.
The crown prince cannot be impulsive and emotional. His every move must comply with the regulations, must be elegant, decent, must be nationally oriented, and must not have any inappropriate behavior. So in order to do all of this, Georgia almost rigorously trained Himself, after he was five years old, he never cried because of that impropriety.
When Armand would cry because of a fall, Georgia would just pat his fallen and bleeding knee and get up, and then lift up his tearful brother, lying on the ground, as if nothing happened, step by step. Go to the palace.
"Don't run so fast next time, Armand." Little Georgia reprimanded his brother calmly, "He doesn't look like a prince at all."
Armand sobbed and wondered: "Brother, you also fell, don't you hurt?"
Georgia paused: "Pain."
Armand asked in a low voice, "Then brother, why don't you cry?"
"Because if even the crown prince of this country is crying because of this pain." Georgia raised his head, and he looked at the gloriously illuminated Guloren with a very quiet voice, "Then who will bear the price of trading with God for them?"
"Then, then I won't cry." Armand said shyly.
"No." Georgia paused. "You're just a kid, not the crown prince. It's normal for children to cry."
"Just don't cry in front of people, Armand."
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