Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

"Old Hu is right. It's only right to hand it over. Although some scoundrels might intercept a few items, it's still better than the villagers damaging or breaking them."

Ji Haobo was not a selfless person, nor did he have a high level of awareness;

But he did grow up in an orphanage and received some social assistance; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to go to school.

This can be considered as benefiting from the country. One shouldn't eat from a bowl and then curse the cook.

"Sigh! Alright then! What do you suggest we do now?"

Fatty Wang sat down with a dejected look on his face and sullenly downed the wine in his glass.

He understood the reasoning, but now they really had no way out!

"When the old Party Secretary returns, we'll first ask about the situation and see if anything was left behind."

Old Hu patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder, then downed a glass of wine in one gulp, his eyes resolute as he gritted his teeth and said:

"If all else fails, then we'll just have to find it ourselves."

Wang Pangzi nodded upon hearing this, but just as he was about to ask what the following words meant, a voice came from the doorway.

"Little Hu! What do you want to ask me?"

The three of them turned to look, and there came the old Party Secretary walking in slowly. Old Hu quickly got up, helped him sit down next to him, and poured him a glass of wine.

"Old Party Secretary, I have a question for you. Have any of the experts from the mountains come to the village and asked the villagers to hand over bottles and jars or similar items?"

The old Party Secretary paused, his hand holding the wine glass still, and looked at the group with some surprise.

"Yes! How did you know? But they did give out food stamps as a reward."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fatty Wang sighed and hurriedly asked:

Not a single item was left? Not even a single pickling jar.

"No, what's the point of keeping them? They not only gave us food coupons, but also exchanged our old pickling jars for new ones, so they took them all."

Looking at Fatty Wang's almost tearful expression, the old Party Secretary asked in bewilderment:

"What's wrong? Why are you asking about this junk?"

"Junk? Old Party Secretary, you have no idea, those things are incredibly valuable."

In Kyoto, something the size of a teacup can cost hundreds, thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of yen.

When Fatty Wang heard the old Party Secretary describe those things as junk, he immediately stood up excitedly.

He was spitting as he spoke, and his hand was constantly gesturing with a pen, leaving the old Party Secretary completely bewildered.

After a long while, Fatty Wang's mouth was dry from talking, but the old Party Secretary just nodded silently and replied with a single word, "Oh!"

"oh…?"

Fatty Wang looked at the old Party Secretary with a bewildered expression, then excitedly said:

"So many treasures, all swindled away by those so-called experts. Old Party Secretary, you're just one of them, oh...?"

"puff"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Ji Haobo was amused by his wide-eyed, incredulous expression, and even Lao Hu's lips twitched a few times.

"What else can we do? Go and take it back?"

Wang Pangzi was immediately speechless at the old Party Secretary's indifferent tone. He plopped down on the stool and downed another glass of wine.

He dared not even think about taking it back; he was just somewhat unwilling to accept it.

He sighed inwardly, intending to eat some meat to cool down, but all that was left were a few empty bowls.

Seeing this, the old Party Secretary turned around and went into the house, where he took out a handful of peanuts and placed them on the table.

"Xiao Hu and Xiao Wang, you two came back this time for those things, right?"

When asked by the old Party Secretary, Old Hu didn't hide anything and nodded, saying:

"Yes! Originally, Fatty and I planned to help the villagers take those things to Kyoto to sell."

With this money, the village could not only have electricity, but also have a cement road built to the outside world. It's a pity we came a step too late.

After listening to Lao Hu's words, the old Party Secretary patted him on the shoulder, his cloudy eyes revealing a look of relief.

"Xiao Hu! You two are very thoughtful. Although it's a pity that this didn't work out, I still want to thank you on behalf of the villagers."

Now that everything's alright, let's stay a few more days. It's not easy for us to come back here."

Old Hu kept his head down and didn't say a word until a while later when he suddenly looked up at the old Party Secretary.

"Let me ask you something. I remember when we were sent to the countryside, there were so many rumors about that Japanese fortress. Has anyone found it over the years?"

The old Party Secretary was immediately startled and looked at him with a solemn expression before speaking after a long while.

"Xiao Hu, you should just stay here quietly and not try to get involved with that place."

Over the years, some people have secretly gone to look for it, but without exception, they all never returned. Take my advice: stay for a few days and then go back to the city!

Old Hu's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty after the old Party Secretary's words. He hadn't wanted to take that step, but now he truly had no way out.

However, upon hearing how dangerous it was, he couldn't make up his mind. Although money was important and he wasn't afraid of death, he was worried about Fatty Wang and didn't want to drag him down with him.

But he was clearly overthinking it. In Fatty Wang's eyes, life was important, but money was just as important.

He has suffered more hardship than food in Kyoto over the years. He had no choice but to live such a life before, but now that he has the opportunity, why not give it a shot?

"Old Party Secretary, don't worry. No matter how dangerous it is, nothing is more important than filling your stomach."

You've never lived in the city. Although it's bustling and has everything, it's only for the rich. Without money, people will starve to death, and that's not just an empty saying.

Moreover, Lao Hu and I weren't doing this entirely for ourselves. He had many comrades who sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, and his family faced numerous difficulties.

If they rely entirely on state aid, these orphans and widows are at risk of dying from even a minor illness.

We understand that those above have their own difficulties, so we must save ourselves. No matter how great the danger, we cannot back down.

There are so many families' hopes behind this, and besides, isn't there Master Bo?

His kung fu is incredibly powerful. Any monsters or demons who dare to show themselves wouldn't even be a match for him, right? Master Bo?

Fatty Wang was very emotional, speaking fluently and spittle flying everywhere. He turned to look at Ji Haobo as he spoke.

But he found that everyone was staring at him in disbelief, and he couldn't help but touch his face in confusion.

"What's wrong? There are flowers on my face?"

"Oh, no, Fatty, you're right. I never realized you were such a talkative person. You should talk less in the future."

Old Hu snapped out of his daze and quickly waved his hand, as if he wanted to get to know him again, but then he changed the subject.

"What you're saying is our business, so don't drag Master Bo into it."

"But…"

Fatty Wang wanted to say something more, but Old Hu frowned, raised his hand to stop him, and signaled him not to mention it again.

But Ji Haobo didn't appreciate it. He took a puff of his cigar and exhaled thick smoke, making him look hazy.

"Old Hu, do you think I'm rich and wouldn't participate in such risky things?"

You're wrong. I do have money, but those hundreds of thousands or millions are just small change. I don't have to worry about food and drink.

"But you have a comrade's widow who needs help, don't I have my own difficulties?"