The town of Del Monte, Arizona's Miracle Oasis.
Of course, this was just what the locals called themselves. The town was not famous, and very few people paid attention to it, so no one cared what it was called.
Just like Humphries, they claimed to be the birthplace of American country music, but no one believed it.
However, the emergence of Del Monte was indeed a small miracle, because it was built on a piece of barren land.
Arizona was full of deserts and barren land. Although it was large, many of the lands could not support people at all. There was a lack of water and nutrients. Other than cacti, no other plants could survive.
Del Monte used to be such a barren land. Later, during a tectonic movement, a vein of underground water moved over and formed the Del Monte River.
With a river and water, there was the possibility of survival.
Later, some cowboys came over to raise cattle and sheep. Slowly, some people saw that there was a lack of pasture, and gradually, farms were built.
Del Monte was very similar to Holbrook, with a lack of resources and fierce competition between the farming and ranching industries.
However, it did not become a place of vendettas, because at first, the local farms served the ranches, and some of the farms were even owned by relatives of the ranchers.
To this day, Del Monte was still very peaceful. Perhaps there were not many resources, and no one had much money, but it was comfortable and relaxing.
Turis and the others came to the town together. The trucks lined up along the road, and after passing through a field of red rocks, the town appeared in their sight.
"Maybe we can get some outdoor gear this time. Look, a lot of outdoor enthusiasts have appeared here," Big Beard Carl said to his partner, Dickens.
Dickens asked curiously, "Since when did this place attract outdoor travelers?"
Carl's big beard twitched, and he said, "God knows the answer. These guys are crazy. Why would they want to travel outdoors instead of resting when they have free time?"
As they were chatting, someone waved at them on the road. Dickens stopped the car and asked, "What's up?"
A young man in cowboy clothes grinned. "Buddy, can you give me a ride? My car broke down. I have to go back and get some tools to fix it. "
This kind of thing was common on American roads. When there were more cars, there were more breakdowns.
Dickens opened the door and said, "Get in!"
"Thanks," the young man in jeans said with a smile. "What are you doing with so many trucks? This is the first time I've seen so many trucks in my twenty-five years of living in Derta. "
Big Beard Carl said, "We're here to participate in a storage auction. There's a storage company that's holding an auction here. We want to go and see if we can get some good stuff."
The young man asked in surprise, "A storage auction? Is Prague holding an auction? What could be there? Only worthless trash, right? "
Dickens winked at him and said, "We are treasure hunters. We specialize in finding good stuff from worthless trash."
The young man shrugged and said, "Is that so? As far as I know, Prague Storage Company is about to close down. I remember that no one has rented it for a long time. I didn't expect there to be something inside. "
As they chatted, Big Beardy and Dickens learned more about the town from the young man to help them find more valuable goods at the auction the next day.
When they reached the town, the truck stopped in front of a grocery store, and the young man jumped out of the driveway. "I'm here. I hope you can find something good in Dert."
A middle-aged man walked out of the grocery store and asked, "Tori, who is this?"
The young man introduced, "They are treasure hunters. They're here to participate in the storage auction."
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Oh, I see. It's been quite lively lately. Two nights ago, I saw a truck driving into town. I thought someone was here to buy something."
"They're not here to buy, they're here to deliver goods." The grocery store owner said leisurely at the door, "I don't understand these people. Two days ago, they were Californians."
Big Beard Carl and Dickens looked at each other, and the latter asked, "Californians?"
"Yes, a few Californians. Although they told me they were from Tucson, am I deaf? How could I not hear their Californian sissies? "The owner said disdainfully.
Dickens bought two cans of Coke and said, "Was there a guy with a dog?"
"Yes, two Rottweilers. I didn't expect those sissies to have such good dogs."
Big Beard Carl took a deep breath and said, "D * mn, it's Frank and York!"
In the afternoon, they drove to Prague Storage Company, the only storage company in town.
As the young man had said, the storage company looked like it was going to close down soon. The storage rooms were in disrepair. Some of the storage rooms even had grass growing on them. The storage doors were old-fashioned iron doors that could be opened with rust.
However, the storage units were clean and tidy. Someone was packing things into the storage units. Dickens walked over and asked, "Hey, buddy, is this your storage unit?"
The man said with a local accent, "Of course, it's where I store my tools. What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing."
Dickens and Big Beard Carl had learned from Li Du and checked ahead. However, they could not find anything. It was just like a small cow trying to learn from a big cow.
The storage company was not big. There were only 30 to 40 storage units.
Dickens took a quick stroll around and laughed. "This must be the smallest storage company I've ever seen."
Big Beard Carl said, "As long as there's good stuff. I just got news that there might be a small tractor in here. Get it!"
Dickens immediately became interested. "A tractor? Very good! "
Some of the storage units' iron doors were broken. Seeing that there was no one around, they used the daggers they carried with them to make a hole and shone their flashlights inside.
The light illuminated the darkness. Then Dickens' eyes lit up. He said, "Quick, look, what's that?"
Big Beard Carl was about to go over when a security guard came out and shouted, "What are you guys doing?"
If it was just an ordinary look, the storage company would not care. However, the two of them had used daggers to break open someone's door. This was illegal.
Without another word, the two of them ran away with their heads down.
As they drove away, Big Beard Carl asked Dickens, "Buddy, what did you see?"
"Some cowhide and polished cow skulls. D * mn, they're all good stuff. Seems like Derta is not as poor as the rumors say!" Dickens said excitedly.
These things could not be picked up. The cowhide was placed more conspicuously. Hence, they went back and spread the news.
The reason they did this was to gain a higher status. The status of a treasure hunter could be maintained not only by their ability to make money, but also by their access to information.
The storage auction industry relied heavily on connections. Whoever had more information would have a higher status and more popularity.
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