Leisurely mountain village

He came over, patted Disco's head, fed each of the three of them some chicken and duck meat raised in the space, and then gave them a basin of spiritual spring water, which he also drank to recover.

"Disco, you and the others stay here and keep watch. If anyone comes, call out, but don't engage them. I'm worried they might have firearms." After instructing Disco and Saihu, Ye Huan pointed to the cave entrance.

Wild Wolf Disco and Saihu, along with Xiaobai, nodded and each went in a different direction to keep watch. Ye Huan arrived at the cave entrance and found that the torch he had just thrown in was still burning, so he went inside without worry.

"It turns out to be a natural cave, which was then disguised and has good ventilation." Ye Huan knew what was going on as soon as he entered. There are too many natural caves like this in the mountains. He and his grandfather had even dug up a bear's den before.

"But there's nothing here." Ye Huan looked around but didn't see anything except some broken stones and some discarded firewood.

"Wait, a cave within a cave??" Ye Huan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then, following the earthen wall inside the cave, he picked up his machete and began to stab it inside, one stab at a time.

With his current level 10 Longevity Dao Scripture and his realm above Grandmaster Si, he easily stabbed the hilt of the sword one by one. "Clang~~" Finally, when the sword was halfway in, he encountered an obstacle at the diagonal opposite the cave entrance.

Ye Huan wasn't excited, because he didn't know if it was a stone or something else.

He switched to a shovel and started digging again. "Haha, not bad luck."

After digging, Ye Huan saw that it was a wall made of rubble. He dug out a section about a meter high and a meter wide, then stopped. He placed his hands on the rubble wall, gathered all his strength in his arms, and pushed hard—"Boom!"

The wall collapsed, and a putrid smell wafted out. Ye Huan had already retreated several meters away. After a while, he lit the torch again and went inside. Following the firelight, he saw piles of wooden crates.

Some of the boxes were broken, and Ye Huan saw grenades scattered on the ground? Gold bars? And antiques? Some of them looked like bottles and jars.

I broke off a few glow sticks that I had bought from an outdoor store and threw them in. After the torch went out, I lit another one and stuck it in the fire about a meter away. Then I ran out again.

This time the torch did not go out, and he saw the entire cave inside. The cave was not large, about thirty square meters. Except for this side, the other three sides were filled with wooden boxes.

Ye Huan didn't bother to count them; he just checked that there were no dangerous items and put them directly into his spatial storage, piling them up against the outer wall of the thatched hut.

Twenty boxes of WWII-era Japanese hand grenades and four explosive charges sent chills down Ye Huan's spine. He was thankful he'd thrown his torch fairly well; otherwise, "Boom!"

He wasn't sure if he could withstand the bombardment of the explosives, but he figured he should be fine, he thought.

Thirty boxes of gold bars, each weighing two pounds. Ye Huan had examined them; they were likely melted down by the Japanese, and their purity was definitely lower than what he had now. Ye Huan didn't care; why be picky about windfall gains? That would be a problem, wouldn't it?

A box contains 30 pieces, totaling 900 pieces, weighing 1800 jin (900 catties)? Ye Huan was stunned. Based on the current gold price of over 500 yuan per gram, this is worth over 500 million yuan?!

Even if the purity isn't high enough, after refining, it'll still be worth hundreds of millions. Ye Huan now understands that these things must have been looted by an old man from the Yamamoto family during that war. For some reason, he couldn't bring them back and hastily buried them in the back mountain.

"Now, it's a bargain for me," Ye Huan laughed. Then he stopped laughing. He'd dug this place, but how was he going to deal with those Japanese devils? They would definitely come back. Seeing the situation here, even a fool would know that someone had beaten him to it.

Then he looked at the antiques. He wasn't good at that; he didn't recognize them. There were fifty boxes in total, and he didn't know how to identify antiques, so he just put them into his spatial storage. He could take out a few pieces later and ask about them at the antique market.

Among them were five boxes of calligraphy and paintings, which he saw were all broken into pieces, so he didn't take them.

However, he recognized the goods in five of the boxes; they were the same kind of jade he had sold before. But he didn't understand the texture and couldn't tell the difference. There were only three pieces in each box, and they were almost the same size. He guessed that the quality couldn't be too bad, otherwise the Japanese wouldn't have packed them in a separate box.

The fifteen pieces of jade were all larger than the one he had sold before, basically the size of a volleyball. Some were pure green, and there was one with three colors: red, yellow, and green. There were also two pieces that were pure purple. Ye Huan didn't know much about jade, but he thought they were pretty, so he carefully put them away.

There was also a sealed, vacuum-sealed notebook, the kind that was obviously confidential. Ye Huan placed it separately on the table in the thatched hut in the space, and would check it when he got back.

Then he checked carefully again and found nothing else. He stabbed around with a knife, and when that was all, Ye Huan packed up his things and took them outside. He then stared blankly at the small mountain peak.

"We have no choice but to give it a try." Ye Huan told the Wild Wolf father and son and Saihu to run away. He was preparing to go all out and test his attack power.

He hovered above the low mountain, then channeled all his spiritual energy into his palm and unleashed a powerful strike. "Boom!" The low mountain collapsed with a crash. Seeing that it was effective, Ye Huan struck out several more times until the low mountain had completely collapsed and was no longer recognizable. Only then did he stop.

This was the first time Ye Huan had a direct experience of his own attack. Such a big hill, and he just slammed it in? What would happen if he slammed it on a person?

Ye Huan fantasized about striking those Japanese soldiers with his palm technique, wondering if it would feel good.

The results were good. Ye Huan nodded, clapped his hands, and called the wolves back. As for hunting, he wasn't in the mood today. With a lot of valuable things in his space, he couldn't settle down.

"Disco, go and get some prey for dinner." After running for a while, when they were almost at the panda's house, Ye Huan stopped and said to the wolf Disco.

"Aww~" Disco nodded in agreement and dashed off.

Arriving at the pandas' home, Ye Huan fed them basins of spiritual spring water. After returning to the cabin in the back mountain, he realized that his heart was actually racing. He chuckled at himself, thinking how pathetic he was.

Just as the wolf Disco dragged a wild sheep to the cabin, a sudden downpour began. Ye Huan was quite happy to see the rain; the low hill had been washed away by the downpour and was no longer visible. "Heaven is helping me!"

Just as the torrential rain was about to begin, in the government compound of Ping'an County, Hu Jin had a pleasant conversation with the official in charge of investment promotion. Then, the official led Hu Jin to the county magistrate's office.

Let me introduce you to both sides. Chu Fakui, the 50-year-old magistrate of Ping'an County, was tapping his fingers on the table as he pondered the matter after hearing that Hu Jin's company was going to demolish and develop Liushu Village.