The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 327 Processing
Among the forty or fifty boxes, half contained what appeared to be armor, while the other half were filled entirely with military treatises.

Moreover, most of those books were ones that Old Master Hu had heard of but were said to have been lost.

However, these boxes have been in the cave for quite some time, probably at least seventy or eighty years. The books have become very fragile and could easily be damaged if not handled properly.

The villagers knew that books were very precious. A poorly made book would cost several hundred coins, while a slightly more exquisite one would cost one or two taels of silver.

Not to mention those ancient books, even if you sold them all, you probably couldn't afford to lose the money.

Old Master Hu made a quick decision: "This matter should probably be reported to the county magistrate."

The other clan leaders remained silent, also unsure of what to do at first.

Imperial power did not extend to the countryside, and most of the time, officials did not concern themselves with village affairs.

The village was mostly managed by local gentry, wealthy households, and people like the village head and village chief.

They can manage everything, big or small, and some are even described as tyrannical, able to evade government orders and sentence people to death.

Even if the government knew about those villages that decided to drown pigs in cages, they wouldn't care.

But these boxes were a problem for them. The armor was tattered and worn, which at least eliminated any suspicion of rebellion.

But how should military strategy be explained?
The villagers all saw it. If even one person doesn't keep a secret and it gets out, their village is finished.

It's only been 17 years since the war ended, and I've heard that the remnants of the previous conflict haven't been completely eliminated yet. We can't afford to get tainted by this again.

On the contrary, Elder Ma looked at Old Lady Wang beside him, then turned to Old Wang: "Wangzi, tell me, how should this matter be handled?" Old Wang was craning his neck to see what was in those boxes when he was suddenly called on by Elder Ma, and he trembled.

"Why are you asking me about this?" Old Wang was completely baffled. He never liked to get involved in village affairs, nor could he.

His brain isn't suited for planning.

"What can you possibly get out of him by asking him?" Old Mrs. Wang retorted. "If you want to ask me, just say so. Why beat around the bush? My old man can't take this kind of scare. If you frighten him, you'll have to move back home."

Old Wang: "..." Why does this sound so off?
Ma Zu's elder puffed out his cheeks: "Who wants to ask you? What could a mere woman possibly know?"

Grandma Wang rolled her eyes: "Why would I want to tell you!"

He turned to look at Old Wang and said, "Are you leaving or not? If not, I'm leaving first."

Seeing this, Village Chief Hu quickly stopped them: "Oh, Aunt Wang, that's just how Ma Clan is, please bear with him. In the end, it was your Ayu who found the cave, so we should ask your family's opinion."

Although the items were in their village, if Ayu hadn't told them, and had had those flying helpers her family hired secretly transport the items to Old Wang's house, they wouldn't have known.

After all, those people looked to be highly skilled in martial arts, so they might actually be able to move the items away without anyone noticing.

But they didn't do that.

“What’s there to think about? This isn’t something our village can keep. The old man is right. Hand it over to the magistrate, and everything will be fine.” After saying that, Old Mrs. Wang patted non-existent dust off her hands. “I have things to do at home, so I won’t stay any longer. You can figure it out yourselves.”

(End of this chapter)