When Zhang Xiaoxue opened her eyes, what she smelled was not the smell of hospital disinfectant, but the salty sea breeze.
I looked down and saw that I was holding a small iron bucket and standing on the beach after the tide receded.
She was stunned - wasn't this the seaside of her hometown thirty years ago?
While he was in a trance, the sole of his foot was suddenly hit by something. She subconsciously reached out and touched it, took it out and looked at it, and almost shouted:
A huge red stone! The big pliers glowed purple-red in the morning light and weighed at least half a kilogram!
In a previous life, Shijiahong of this quality could be sold for two hundred yuan per catty in restaurants in the city.
Zhang Xiaoxue trembled all over and her eyes changed instantly. She silently threw the red stone into the bucket and looked at the fertile beach that had not been swept away by the "sea driving army" with a smile on her lips:
"In this life, it's my turn to go ashore."
Nice! ! ! !