Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"Huh, we finally dug it out." Wang Mang breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, sat on the stone slab next to him, and rested for a while.

Su Jiahe walked to the edge of the pit and saw that it was almost as high as himself.

"Brother Wang, you buried it so deep."

"It wasn't this deep before. Maybe it sank little by little over time." Wang Mang sat for a while, recovered a little, picked up the shovel and walked to the edge of the pit.

"Brother Wang, I think digging out the entire box is going to be a huge undertaking. Why don't you take a rest for a night and we can hire someone to help tomorrow?"

"No, no, no." Wang Mang shook his head like a rattle. "No one else can see the things here, otherwise I will be in trouble."

"What's inside? Gold? Jewelry? Cash?"

"Neither. You'll know when the time comes." Wang Mang jumped into the pit carefully and continued digging.

"Brother Wang, are you sure that the things you hid sixteen years ago are still valuable now?" Su Jiahe had a bad feeling.

"How could that be? My treasure becomes more valuable as it ages."

Looking at the energetic Wang Mang, Su Jiahe didn't want to disturb him anymore, so she had to stand at the door and guard it silently.

In the blink of an eye, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. The temperature was getting lower and lower. Su Jiahe felt cold, sleepy and tired. He sat on the stone slab at the door, shivering and yawning.

"It's much colder here than in the city."

"Is it cold? But I'm very hot." Wang Mang said breathlessly.

"You're moving around, so of course you're not cold."

"Then you should move around a bit. You don't have to do any heavy work. Just bring a bucket over here, shovel in the dirt I dug, and dump it over there."

The pit was already filled with dirt, leaving no place for the newly dug soil. Su Jiahe followed Wang Mang's instructions and cleared the accumulated dirt bit by bit.

"Jiahe, hurry up! You're not shoveling the dirt as fast as I am digging it." Wang Mang became increasingly anxious as it was already late at night. "Some of the elderly people in the village get up early. We need to finish this before four or five in the morning."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Su Jiahe was not very strong and could only carry half a bucket of soil at a time. In order to increase his work speed, he had to speed up his movements.

At two o'clock in the morning, a large box was finally dug out.

"Fortunately, the box is of good quality. It has not been damaged at all after sixteen years." Wang Mang stood in the pit and patted the box excitedly.

Su Jiahe held up the flashlight and looked at the bottom of the pit. He saw that the boxes inside were about one meter long and wide, and about half a meter high.

"Brother Wang, how are we going to carry such a big box up here?"

"There are many small boxes inside the big box. I just need to open it and carry the small boxes up one by one."

Wang Mang said this, and took out a rusty key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock of the box. However, the lock was so rusted that it fell off by itself when he pulled hard.

"Brother Wang, the lock is broken. Hopefully, water won't get in." Su Jiahe was a little worried about the condition of the items in the box.

"Oh, I didn't expect that I would be gone for more than ten years."

Wang Mang opened the lid of the box with trepidation, only to see that the small wooden boxes inside were still neatly stacked.

"Thank God, the things inside are not damaged. Fortunately, I prepared well."

Su Jiahe took the small wooden boxes that Wang Mang handed over and moved them into the car one by one. Soon, more than a dozen small boxes were all moved out.

"Brother Wang, you've been digging all night, come up quickly."

Wang Mang stood in the pit and looked at the empty box reluctantly.

"This box is my contribution. I can't just throw it into the pit."

"But this box is too big and the pit is so deep. How can we transport it up?" Su Jiahe looked at the big box with worry.

"Let me try. Bring me the rope we prepared."

Su Jiahe took out a rope from the trunk and threw it to Wang Mang. Wang Mang fiddled around in the pit for a long time before finally tying the box tightly and then climbed out of the pit using his hands and feet.

"Jiahe, the empty box isn't that heavy, we can pull it up."

"Brother Wang, you are such a good person. You are so kind to a box." Su Jiahe said while grinning and pulling the rope hard.

"Don't talk while you're working."

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The two worked together and finally pulled the heavy wooden box out of the deep pit and moved it to the back seat of the car.

"Jiahe, I'm sorry for making your car dirty." Wang Mang said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay. I have to wash the car when I get home anyway. It's almost four o'clock, let's leave early."

"We can't leave now. The pit in the yard needs to be filled, otherwise others will find us." Wang Mang said.

"What? We have to fill it back in! Then we have to work for another day!" Su Jiahe, who was already exhausted, sat down on the ground in despair.

"Look how scared you are! Filling a hole is much easier than digging it."

Wang Mang picked up a shovel, went back to the backyard, scooped up the soil on the ground with a bucket, and poured it back into the pit again and again.

"Brother Wang, you have been busy all night, let me do it." Su Jiahe couldn't bear to see Wang Mang work alone, so she forced herself to get up.

At four in the morning, the pit was basically filled. Although the scene was still a bit messy, the two men didn't care about it and hurriedly drove away from the village.

Arriving in the county town, the two of them first found a hotel to rest. As soon as Su Jiahe entered the room, she collapsed onto the bed like a puddle of mud. Wang Mang's clothes were soaked with sweat, and his hands were shaking slightly even when he held anything.

"Brother Wang, if you had told me earlier that it was so troublesome, I could have brought them all over to help. Why make us so tired?" Su Jiahe said with some anger.

"It wasn't that hard when I hid the treasure. It was done in no time."

"Nonsense, you were so young a dozen years ago."

"You..." Wang Mang wanted to refute Su Jiahe, but he couldn't say a word. He just sighed deeply and said slowly: "Alas, I can't refuse to admit that I'm getting old. Sixteen years have passed, and it really feels like a lifetime ago."

The two rested for most of the day before driving back to Bohai. It was already night when they got home.

"Sister Su, where have you been?" He Shuangqing asked hurriedly with concern when she saw Su Jiahe, who was covered in dust.

"Qingqing, please ask Daji and my three brothers to move the things from the car in. I really don't have the strength anymore."

After Su Jiahe finished speaking, she walked straight into her room, took a quick shower, and changed into clean pajamas. She immediately felt refreshed, and most of her fatigue disappeared.

More than a dozen boxes were moved into the living room. Wang Mang picked up the fruit knife on the table and gently scraped a small box.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing?" Su Jiahe asked in confusion.

"I was afraid water would get into the box, so I sealed the gap with wax."

"You've thought it through very carefully. There must be something valuable in the box." Su Jiahe picked up the smallest box on the ground and looked at it carefully.

"Put it down quickly, there are fragile items inside." Wang Mang was shocked and quickly spoke out to stop it.

"Fragile? Could it be valuable porcelain?"

Wang Mang didn't answer Su Jiahe and continued scraping wax. After a while, the lid of the small box was finally opened. Wang Mang took out layers of cushioning plastic packaging and finally carefully took out a jar.

"Thank God, this thing is not damaged at all." Looking at the intact jar, Wang Mang's eyes lit up.

“It really is porcelain.”