A Thousand Miles of Treasure

Once upon a time, there was a large family in the capital surnamed Qian. Master Qian was a big businessman, he ran a fleet of cars, and personally transported goods from outside the customs back to sell, the family business is getting bigger and bigger.

But every family has a difficult lesson to learn, Master Qian has three sons, all of whom have become a family, but they are all uneducated and unskilled, and the three daughters-in-law are quarrelsome all day long.

Master Qian is getting older and his health is not as good as it used to be. On this day, he called his three sons to the front and said: "Father this is the last time out, to bet a heavy treasure - the original handwritten Quran. This original is worth a lot of money, if you can successfully receive the goods into the customs, sent to the court, it is a high official, to the merchants, it is gold and silver jewelry." The three sons' eyes glowed with the words. After saying that, Master Qian repeatedly urged, "You must not leak the news, not even the daughter-in-law." The three sons agreed, not only did they not say a word of concern, but also urged the old man to move quickly.

Master Qian's trip to the border and back usually takes three months, the distance between inside and outside the border is very far, Master Qian raised a few pigeons to transmit messages. This time, three months have passed, but no news from the old man.

The three sons were worried, and this day a letter finally arrived.

The three were eating when the servant Ah Hu sent a carrier pigeon with a messy letter: "Money and goods received, horse bandits, came to seize, broke out alone, seriously injured, in danger, entrusted the Zhen Yuan Dart Board to give the Quran to ......" with a corner missing, obviously hastily The back of the corner is missing, apparently torn away in a hurry.

The boss dragged Ah Hu: "How dare you, this treasure must be entrusted to the eldest son, you are usually good friends with the second, so the keywords were torn away."

Tiger hurriedly kneeled and kowtowed, betting repeatedly that there was no such thing.

The second plucked out a glance at the eldest and said coldly, "How do you know that the treasure must be yours?"

The oldest has always been a coward, usually, the older brother and the second brother quarrel about who wins on whose side, which is a standard wallflower. This time, he took a look at the big brother and the second brother fought, retreated to the side, and said, "And listen to the brothers."

The next day, a team of hussars came to the Qian family, led by a bearded man, who bowed his hand and introduced himself as Fu Qiang, the head of the Zhen Yuan Dart Board, who was entrusted by Master Qian to deliver the treasure. When he saw the three sons all eyeballing the dart box behind him, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Gentlemen, I am the Ming dart head of this dart escort, the goods are not here."

The boss asked, "Where is that cargo?"

Fu Qiang replied, "This time the dart was too valuable, so I pretended to bring the treasure and came first with a big swing. The treasure is under the protection of other martial arts strong dark dart heads, who will arrive later."

When the second heard this, he said to the oldest in a sinister manner, "It's not like you're the only one with the treasure, what's the hurry?"

The third still had some conscience and asked Fu Qiang, "How is father's injury?"

Seeing this situation, Fu Qiang was busy pacifying, "Don't argue, the pigeons that were torn off before are also sealed in the box, sealed with fire paint. When the treasure arrives tomorrow, you three will have to be present at the same time to open the dart box. Alas, the old man was badly injured, and I have lost contact with him, so God willing.

The three sons listened and kept their mouths shut. After settling down the dartboard, they only waited for the next day to inspect the dart.