Gold Rush in the World of Mortals

Zhou Dajiang's luck was not that good. I lost my job at the age of thirty-five, won the arbitration and got no money; opened a fast food restaurant and lost all my money; buying a house was a mess. Nothing was accomplished, so he went back to his hometown in despair. My only memory is of panning for gold in the river with my uncle when I was a child. His uncle said it was "not enough effort" and he refused to accept it. In the dream, he found the gold mine in the river source. He woke up and went into the cave, digging vigorously with a hoe - he fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen and almost gave himself away. Faxiao Dahou dragged him out and slapped him several times: "You can't even tell the difference between gold and quartz, so why are you hunting for gold?" He woke up. I stopped digging for gold and learned to raise chickens from Dahou. We started the business with 500 chickens, working from dawn to dusk. A few years later, the local chickens were sold to Shenzhen, and eight chain restaurants were opened. That autumn, my aunt dug out her uncle's belongings: a hand-drawn map and a stone with golden lines. There is a line written in the notebook - "There is gold in the source of the river, but it cannot be taken. If you take it, the river will die." He found the source of the river and also found a secret that had been hidden for half his life. Brothers turn against each other, fight, and reconcile. Dahou's mother is seriously ill, so he mortgages his hotel to pay for the medical expenses. The river bend was besieged by gold prospectors, who blocked the source hole overnight. After retreating from the city to the village, from raising chickens to guarding a river, it took Zhou Dajiang most of his life to understand: the real gold is not in the river, but in the soil, in the sweat, and in the slaps and hugs of brothers. It was as small as the tip of a pin, but it was always glowing.