For a week, more and more people poured into the camp, then disappeared in the yagur mountains, and others began to come out of the mountains.
Everyone thinks something is wrong. What is wrong is that there are always some fresh holes hidden in the places that must pass to and from the eye of death basin. As long as someone comes back, they will kill people.
Old John was not the only one who felt something wrong. Many gold miners felt something wrong.
On the weekend of the second week, the famous gold diggers in the whole camp gathered together and invited more old gold diggers to discuss what had happened recently.
Old John also belongs to the kind of old gold digger who is a little famous. He is a famous lone wolf in the east side. Naturally, he is also invited.
In fact, the meeting affected not only the hearts of the invitees, but also the whole gold prospector group. Even the gunfire in the yagur mountains stopped all night.
Sitting in a small valley, 20 very famous gold miners have already arrived at the scene. They are standing at the bottom of the valley. The whole valley is like a Colosseum, a huge natural funnel, while others are crowded on the hillside.
After old John tied the horse, he lifted the pocket on his thigh with one hand and walked slowly down. He didn''t want others to find that his injury was not well. The injured lone wolf meant a greater risk.
He can only rely on the strength of his arm to drive the broken leg, so that he looks not seriously injured, which can effectively avoid some avoidable battles.
He found a stone and sat down. Subconsciously, he felt a wine pot from his body and took a sip. It was as high as a flame. The strong wine dispelled the cold in his body and relieved some tension.
"John!"
With a hearty laugh, someone called his name. He turned back and smiled a little more on his face.
Outside the west, people in the upper class despise the middle class and the low-income proletariat. The middle class despises the low-income and proletariat. The low-income class continues to despise the proletariat, while the proletariat despises the provincial people.
In the west, there are also many chains of contempt here.
When Yin Wei of the West China Mining Association once ruled this land, the West China mining association was the organization standing at the top of the contempt chain. They despised both mining groups like Big Macs and various speculators and gold miners.
But with the demise of the West Mining Association, gold miners began to gather towards yagur mountain, where a new chain of contempt was born.
Gold miners despise everything, whether they are mining groups or major forces, are downstream of gold miners, because these people here must abide by the unspoken rules agreed by gold miners, so they are the top of the despise chain.
But if some new links have been added to the contempt chain recently, it must be the new forces and new gold prospectors gathered because of the discovery of gold in the eye of death basin.
They have not been baptized by the joint efforts of the Western Mining Association and big capitalists. For old John, who has been mixing in the West for more than ten years, they are not gold miners at all, but speculators at most.
In the face of these speculators who claimed to be gold diggers, old John never pretended to be a color.
The people who greeted him behind him obviously belonged to the original group. They were all in the same link.
The man who came was Heimer. He had another brother, but his brother died in a duel. That was a sad thing. Since then, Heimer has become more threatening and aggressive, probably because of his brother''s death.
He and old John were friends, the same gold diggers who came to the West and made some small names.
"I knew I would see you..." he threw the wine pot in his hand, and the thin Heimer grabbed it, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and then took another sip.
In a moment, Heimer took a breath of wine, and his face turned red. "It seems that you have made a lot of money recently. The wine is good." he went to old John, sat down and returned the wine pot to old John.
In this damn place in the west, every gold digger has three treasures.
The first treasure is their weapons and bullets, which must be carried to survive in the West. Without these, leaving the town is tantamount to death.
The second treasure is the wine pot. They will hang three to five wine pots on their bodies and saddles. If the weather is cold, it will be more. This thing can not only provide some heat in winter, but also help them sleep quickly in summer. If necessary, it can also clean their wounds.
The third treasure is their mount. No good horse can catch up with those money bags that can run, and can''t escape the enemy''s guns and bullets.
Old John wiped the mouth of the wine pot, screwed the lid again and put it into his arms properly. "What about you? Have you got anything lately?"
Heimer smiled twice and gestured. This is a unique code language among the gold miners, which means a good harvest.
Don''t tell others how much money you have. This is one of the rules that people living in the West must abide by.
If you say less, you may miss some opportunities, and if you say more, you will make some people jealous.
"What do you think they want us to do?" asked Heimer.
Old John touched the gun in the holster and hummed, "what else can we do? Don''t you find that there are more and more new faces here."
New faces mean that more strangers flock here, which is actually a terrible phenomenon, because if there is only one new face in every ten people, it is difficult for most people to notice it.
But when two or three of every ten people have new faces, they will realize that strangers appear.
Only when this proportion is larger will people find that there are many strangers around them, because the number of strangers around them far exceeds the people they are familiar with!
New faces, strangers, these new players who don''t know how to join the game wantonly destroy the rules of the game here. Old John has been sniped on his way back and found that the situation is not quite right.
These people always appear together in twos and threes, which is different from the previous style. Moreover, these people do not go deep into the basin. They rob the gold miners returning to the city on the periphery. They are not gold miners at all, but robbers!
These people don''t know the rules, so the purpose of this party is to tell these newcomers that they must abide by the rules of the camp.
If you want money, you can take your life to the depths of the mountains instead of hiding on the way back to the city like a woman.
Moreover, large-scale forces are not allowed here!
Heimer shook his head. "We should teach those new people some lessons and let them know who to listen to here."
"That''s why we''re here.", and old John was positive about it.
If there are no rules, these hundreds of thousands of gold diggers will eventually become tools to be used and finally dust.
Why didn''t a huge force appear among the 200000 gold diggers in the previous camp?
In fact, it is very simple. When some people start to hold a group, others will be forced to hold a group spontaneously. When most people choose to appear in front of people in a collective way, the contradiction and hatred that might have belonged to only two people will escalate into hatred between two groups.
Between the old and the new, there will always be big organizational forces, which will cause friction, collision or even war because of some actually very simple small problems, and finally disappear in the wild.
After winning the largest groups, those lone wolves will have no soil to survive, and the benefits of each gold digger will be diluted.
After all, they are organized people. Maybe the organization has a war with other forces when it solves personal problems for some people. Should we give more benefits to the upper level of the organization?
Finally, these gold miners will repeat the old road outside. Most people are oppressed and exploited, and a few people who don''t need to take risks have both fame and wealth. They will naturally produce classes and contradictions. Finally, they will be completely enslaved and eliminated by major mining groups and forces.
Therefore, no large-scale association is allowed here. No one cares about three or two people, but not more.
To be honest, it''s stupid. It seems to give everyone a kind of fairness, but it also limits their ability.
Because there''s actually no difference between the best and the stupidest, but people like this.
When they talked, the valley was almost full. Almost all the famous people who were a little famous and could call were invited here. The twenty most famous gold miners at the bottom of the valley made a gesture. Some gold miners began to block the road into the valley and check whether there were uninvited people around.
More than ten minutes later, a very famous guy named eagle eye in the group of gold miners stood up, "I believe we have called you here. You should already know some reasons..."
This guy''s shooting is very accurate. He can hit a rabbit 150 meters away with a shotgun with a range of only 120 meters. He may not be the most accurate, but he is the most famous.
With such a sentence, the gold miners on the hillside nodded one after another. As for whether they really knew it, they had to ask the wine pot in their hands.
"Those newcomers trampled on the rules we have maintained here for six years and destroyed the peaceful atmosphere here. They never found the ore from the ground by themselves, but robbed it from our hands with bullets."
"We can''t keep silent. It will only fuel their arrogance. We want to fight back!"
When several men face a large group of drunk men and say such words equivalent to declaring war, the effect must be very good.