Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"So now everyone's either skinny or fat, right?"

Ji Haobo picked up the conversation, looking at the two somewhat shocked people, and said with a forced smile:

"You guys are lucky. Do you really think you can master unparalleled skills just by holding a book? If that's all it takes, then what's the point of having a master?"

Since ancient times, everyone who practices martial arts begins under the constant guidance of a master.

Otherwise, the slightest mistake could lead to a deficiency of vital energy and blood, resulting in a sudden death.

He guessed that it was probably just those two guys who hadn't practiced in depth, plus they had the protagonist's halo.

Not only did it not die, it's still alive and kicking. If it were an ordinary person, the grass on their grave would probably be two meters high by now.

"Oh! It's that serious? Mr. Bo, do you think there's any hope for us?"

When Fatty Wang heard about the life-threatening consequences, his fat face trembled, and he cried out in a mournful voice.

"My Wang family has had only one son for three generations; we can't let our family line end like this!"

Old Hu, standing nearby, also looked grim. Fatty's family had only one son, but wasn't his Hu family the same?

The two looked like their father had just died; anyone who didn't know better would think they were the ones holding a funeral up ahead!

"Pug, if you wanted to die, you would have died long ago!"

Ji Haobo rolled his eyes and said irritably:

"Since you enjoy howling so much, why don't you go inside and become a dutiful son and grandson? After all, we're both surnamed Wang, maybe they'll adopt you as their godson."

"puff"

"Hey! Little Wang, your wailing sounds a bit fake! All talk and no action, plus you can eat a ton of food. The Wang family wouldn't dare accept a godson like that."

A snicker and a teasing remark came from behind them, and Ji Haobo turned around to look.

It turned out to be a woman in her thirties, holding the hand of an eight or nine-year-old boy with her left hand, and carrying a basket in her right hand, from which wafted the aroma of food.

"Are you Sister Yanzi? Come, come, let me carry this basket."

"Yes! It's me! My dad told me your name is Xiao Bo. I hope you don't mind being called that?"

Yanzi smiled and handed him the basket, thinking to herself, "What a tall and imposing man!"

Although it was dark and I couldn't see what he looked like, with that build, he would definitely be a master at farm work.

"No problem, no problem at all! It feels more friendly this way."

Ji Haobo smiled and shook his head, then took the basket and shoved it into Wang Pangzi's hands. The smooth movement almost made Lao Hu and Yanzi burst out laughing.

But Ji Haobo paid no attention to the bewildered Fatty Wang and patted the head of the child next to him.

"Let's go back first. It's not a good place for children to stay so late."

He picked up the child and turned to walk ahead.

Upon seeing this, Yanzi thought to herself that she hadn't realized that although this person was dressed in fine clothes, he didn't have any arrogant attitude.

Back at the old Party Secretary's house, Yanzi helped light the candles and then took her son to bed.

Fatty Wang placed the basket on the table and eagerly took out the food inside.

"Wow, as expected of a hunter, the meat and vegetables are top-notch. Old Hu, how about we go get a bottle of wine, and have a drink with Master Bo?"

"This... is fine, but you'd better eat less. I've heard that Master Bo is a martial artist and has a huge appetite; this might not be enough for him."

Old Hu hesitated for a moment before nodding, but gave Fatty Wang a reminder.

"It's alright, we'll just eat whatever's convenient tonight. I'll pay for it tomorrow. I'll have the old Party Secretary ask around and see if anyone has any wild game for sale."

Ji Haobo waved his hand, indicating that it was alright, then looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice:

"Since ancient times, the poor have been scholars and the rich have been martial artists. Why do you know? Because practicing martial arts requires food, and meat and various medicinal herbs are indispensable."

"You two probably didn't have enough to eat back then, which is why your bodies are in this state. You should eat more in the future; maybe you can recover."

Upon hearing this, the two looked enlightened, and Fatty Wang even slapped his thigh.

"Bang! So that's how it is. Back when we were sent to the countryside, we were lucky to have any food to eat. How could we have meat or medicinal herbs to nourish ourselves? So we were malnourished!"

Old Hu nodded with a sigh, never expecting that what he thought was a qi deviation was actually caused by something so simple. But then he frowned again.

"Eating more isn't that easy! Eating meat at every meal, plus all sorts of medicinal herbs to nourish the body, even Old Jin might not be able to handle it, let alone us who are still trying to find ways to fill our stomachs."

"Hey! Lao Hu, aren't we here to make money? According to Lao Jin, as long as we get a few good items, we can make tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan, right?"

Compared to Lao Hu's worries, Fatty Wang was talking nonsense, looking like he was about to become rich with mountains of gold and silver right in front of him.

"laugh"

"You must be dreaming. If there were really any good treasure, would it be your turn?"

Ji Haobo sneered and looked at Fatty Wang with disdain.

If it were really that easy, given my relationship with Big Gold Tooth, I would have already gone to the countryside to make a fortune. Why would I bother attracting those unwanted suitors?

"What do you mean? Do you think the things in the villagers' homes are worthless? Or are you saying those bottles and jars aren't antiques?"

Wang Pangzi and Lao Hu looked grim and nervously watched Ji Boda, hoping to make at least a small profit!

Otherwise, not only would he be unable to repay the money he borrowed from Lao Jin, but he would also have no choice but to beg for food when he returned to Kyoto.

Because Fatty Wang not only cancelled his room reservation, but also packed up his old tricycle and cassette tapes and gave them to someone else.

The two are now going all in, having nothing left.

"Let's eat and talk! Old Hu, weren't you going to get the wine? Go now."

Ji Haobo glanced at the dishes and gestured for Lao Hu to hurry back, then picked up a bowl of rice to start with.

When Lao Hu returned with a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), the empty rice bowl on the table made his mouth twitch.

After the group finished their drinks, Ji Haobo turned to the two of them and said slowly:

"Didn't you see that none of the able-bodied men in the village are here?"

His cryptic words left the two of them bewildered, and they exchanged puzzled glances.

"I saw it! The old Party Secretary said they all went to work in the mountains. Apparently, they discovered an ancient tomb, and experts from above are excavating it there!"

Before Fatty Wang could finish speaking, Old Hu realized something, and his face immediately turned very ugly.

"It seems you should have thought of that, Lao Hu."

Ji Haobo picked up a piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in a few bites.

Seeing Fatty Wang looking at the two of them with a puzzled expression, he couldn't help but curse:

"Didn't you ever think that since these so-called experts are here, these guys who claim to be making contributions might try to morally blackmail you into handing over something?"

"what?"

Fatty Wang finally understood, his face contorted with rage, and he jumped up, cursing loudly.

"Damn it, those guys hijacked the stuff? Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents!"

"Alright, Fatty, sit down. They are people from above, after all. It's only right that the villagers hand over their goods."

Old Hu, having served in the army, was far more enlightened than Fatty Wang, even though he was also very unhappy about it.

But what's the use of cursing now? Do you think they'll return the items?