Chapter 107：Two sly young foxes

The road seemed very long, although it was necessary to go only 30-35 minutes.

Fang and Barno were so exhausted that they only had the strength to wash off the dust and collapse to sleep. Baraz said goodbye to the gift and hurried down the mountain gorge, he wanted to discuss the work plan for tomorrow with the colonel. He and his group conducted research near the well.

Li-Ban and the elderly cooked dinner - it was stewed lamb with vegetables, a standard recipe from Chengdu. Lee-Ban was cooking and the old people were helping him. Somehow later, after 4 years, the same recipe will be prepared by Fang in the country house at Dar and his cousin Shir Ali will be delighted with the new techniques of cooking. But more about that later in another book.

The driver went to wash the car so that it was ready for tomorrow, and Dara bathe in order to get to the tiniest meal ... and then share the booty. He barely restrained himself so as not to rush to the treasures. But then he would have betrayed himself in front of the old cops.

Therefore, restraining his impulse, Dara quickly rinsed. The shower was painfully primitive. A 200 liter tank from aviation alcohol was suspended on a branch and tied with wire. Water was poured into it in buckets from a mountain river. Under the influence of the sun, the water was heated, the tank itself was wrapped with insulation and foil. So that the water does not cool so quickly.

Such a simple life hack. A faucet and shower were welded to the barrel. It was necessary to bathe very quickly. A minute - another and all. In the evening, water was poured into the tank and after 5 in the evening they swam.

Quickly rinsing, Dara called the driver to wash and then go to eat. On the one hand, he showed concern ... for gold, and on the other for the driver. Trust but check! That was the principle of the Gift! Money loves counting, silence and so that there are no strangers near them. And so the temptation is too great. Dara could not trust 100 percent the driver. But in vain that he did not trust. A driver would not risk his career. But Dara was too greedy and loved the money very much! And he loved people less!

The Daoa thought that money would not betray that they, like a magic staff, open closed doors. Partly he was right. But everything depended on the person himself. As the Persians say - if you drink water, then do not forget to let others get drunk. You don't need money to control a person, you need money to make life easier for people, to help others. Then they will bring happiness for karma, otherwise they will lead a person to fire like a camel rope. It's not worth it!

Information is more important than money! Information can be sold but no money! Who owns the information that owns the world!

This is what they used to say in that part of the East where Dara lived.

But Dara somehow did not notice it. The driver realized that Dara wants to quickly begin to share the treasures, so he also began to hurry.