From the book "Appeared, treasures and legends"Anyone who knows yesterday's Corrientes knows of the existence of the Central Market in the blocks of La Rioja, Junín, Agustín González (the cut one) and San Juan.Its leafy trees, its internal side streets, the marble of the places of sale inside and the businesses on the streets offering their merchandise.The lottery agency on the corner of Agustín González and San Juan "Cosoy", bakeries, Mozatti delicatessen, Chiche el verdulero, at the entrance on Junín, the sale of empanadas on Junín and San Juan "Petit Valencia" and the beverage business and meals in Agustín González and La Rioja, where the night passed between drinks and drinks.One of the conspicuous parishioners of his was the professor and extraordinary person dr.Francisco Blasco y Fernández de Moreda, who continued his philosophy classes accompanied by a "semillón", first-rate educational gatherings.This is the setting of the story.In front of the Market on Junín, from the house where the Courts of Instruction operated until recently, ran the houses that belonged to an important merchant of fruits of the country, the one who sat on the sidewalk to observe the passers-by, his surname : Marsin.At the time of the discovery, pavement repair tasks and complementary works were carried out on La Rioja street.To understand each other: the internal street of the market on La Rioja street, the construction of the asphalt changing the old cobblestone, began from Junín towards Agustín González.A deep well opened its dark mouth as if trying to engulf those who profaned the tranquility of rest, the workers worked therefore, that is to say for production, the faster, the better and the more money.A gray drizzle accompanied the cold morning of July when one of the laborers finds a pure iron drum, its roundness augured some news.As appropriate, the foreman took the lead and ordered to dig next to him, to do so, he called one of his workers, who was an expert in wells, he himself directed the operations.Rust covered container, high humidity.But the drum kept its shape and a bit of its strength.“It was built to last,” said one of the onlookers settling in as they passed.Don Marsín, neither slow nor lazy, called his wife and asked her to take care of the business.He was placed in the first row, but not before having extracted a significant amount of money from his safe.He was eyeing the business.“Camba,” he called to the foreman.Come here, I want to talk to you."The other, knowing his interlocutor, adjusted his pantaloons and approached Marsín."I listen," he said.“Don't touch anything because they are going to leave you on the canvas, don't be silly.I continued the work in another place and at the end of the afternoon, with a group of your trust, no more than three, we see what is there”.“And if there is nothing, what do I gain?Cambá asked knowingly.“You've already won” -Marsín answered quickly and showed him a wad of one hundred pesos of the time, it was good money."There is something or there is not, this is yours" -and he put it surreptitiously in his pocket.Cambá went back to his work, gave orders to continue ahead and explained out loud that it was a connection to a well and it was dangerous to dig without precautions, they had to bring sticks and ropes to make sure they didn't end up in the pit. background.It is known that in Corrientes many wells are still open covered with sticks, metal, like the one found in Plaza Cabral a short time ago.The argument was as valid as any and the onlookers, once they got tired, went home.The siesta is sacred in Corrientes, whoever does not take a siesta runs the risk of being taken by the Pombero, nd'ayé.The stalls were closed, people returned to their homes to eat and rest, the obligatory break of the day due to the imperative of Corrientes: siesta.Even Marsín apparently closed his business.With plenty of free food and wine provided by the merchant, the workers soon dwindled;some, drunk, slept it off on the cut Agustín González;three others and Cambá pretended to drink but no, they had to keep it, Cambá promised them good money.Once the scene was prepared, Marsín crossed the street and four of them took out the rust-covered iron drum or container, sticks, winches, pulleys, all prudently provided by Marsín, allowed the heavy drum to be placed on a four-wheel cart that they pushed until the garage of the neighboring tradesman.The business was the sale of the unopened drum.Marsín risked his life, he bought for a sum equal to the value of a house.One only returned and stayed with Marsín, Cambá and the others disappeared from the scene, arguing that the food was bad for them, accusing Marsín, who gave them money to be cured.He stayed, he wanted to see the contents of the drum.Marsín, neither slow nor lazy, gave him a share in the tasks.The worker, a revived Paraguayan with no family who lived in Villa Basura (Brazil, Rivadavia, 3 de Abril and Roca), worked with a crowbar and managed to break the band that kept the lid on the mouth of the drum.Gold everywhere, only and only gold, coins, bars, gold jewelry, just gold.The worker got annoying and demanded half, nothing less and nothing more, half."Well -Marsín replied- we are going to look for something to put it on and I will send you wherever you say"."No, I already have" -answered the worker."Well -said Marsín-, deep down I have a car, we put it in some drawers and that's it".The Paraguayan accepted the deal and went to the bottom, fifty meters or so, with the merchant.It sealed his fate.As he was arranging a box on the cart, he suddenly saw the muzzle of his partner's revolver with a blanket over her head.The shot produced a slight noise from the .38 long revolver.He achieved his objective: the Paraguayan's head looked like a watermelon, it disarmed, leaving on his face the grimace of greed and his violent death.With patience, the merchant opened the bucket bucket, which did not close when the Nation's Sanitary Works ordered it to be done, he threw the corpse into it and on it he threw bags of lime from his other business on La Rioja street (the properties reached there ), which was a complete game, a lot of quicklime solved the problem.Since then, the constructions that he carried out consumed twice as much lime and sand as a normal construction.The well was filled for years.The Paraguayan disappeared without a trace.What happened to Marsín: he expanded his business, bought properties, as appropriate, won the lottery, had children, but misfortune caught on.The gold claimed revenge on him.The daughter, one summer afternoon, shot herself.The event was very hard for her mother, who killed herself one night in July with the same revolver as her daughter.Desolate and surrounded by ghosts that, according to what he said and commented in a drunken state, demanded debts from him, which despite his drunkenness, he denied having them.What scared him the most was a "croto" that at night for some years shouted a sapukái to the wind, and between his teeth said: "That the gold chokes you."He was alone, the moon drew ghostly figures with the intervening trees with the borrowed brightness of the sun.He heard the cry again, it was July, the anniversary of the treasure and the death of the Paraguayan."That gold chokes you."He took his glass of grappa, poured himself another immediately, opened the door and fired four shots at the shadow that danced in front of him, they bounced off the walls of the Market, he brought the spout to his mouth and shot himself, which just like the Paraguayan, left his head like a watermelon that fell from a car and broke into several parts.His grimace was similar to that of the Paraguayan.The shadow crossed the street and another shadow emerged from the merchant's body, both went towards the destiny of darkness, of greed and betrayal.This is one of the most famous treasures of Corrientes, manté.Carlos Aldazábal or "the raised shoulder of 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