Li Jianguo put down his bag, went up to carry it, put down the dozens of catties of things, took the stone, and unceremoniously smashed it from the bottom.

Bang!

Dirt chips are scattered, however, there are no holes.

Li Jianguo's heart tightened, his brows twisted into locks, and his hands were forced again.

Phew, another piece of dirt was dropped, but there was still no hole.

Is it too thick?

Li Jianguo threw the stone aside, grabbed the clay statue with both hands, and he didn't know how heavy it would be if the middle was empty and the gold bar was stuffed.

With a tense hand, he lifted the mud Buddha to his chest and threw it at the stone on the ground with his backhand.

The clay statue made a few crunching noises and shattered.

Li Jianguo's eyes narrowed, this clay statue was actually solid.

The bottom clay figure's buttocks and legs are a piece, no more than ten centimeters high, and the upper body is divided into several large pieces, and countless small pieces, but there are no holes in it.

There were no holes, and naturally there was no cloth bag as my son said, and I didn't see any gold.

Li Jianguo raised his head and sighed, his arm wiped the sweat on his head, he had to sort out his expression before Li Yiming came.

Li Jianguo believes that his son will be more disappointed than himself, but at this time, the father has to comfort his son, for example, what is written in the book is not necessarily right, it is better to believe in books than to have no books, it is better to read thousands of books than to travel thousands of miles, Balala is happier.

He clapped his hands, knocked the dust off his hands, sighed and smiled, took a cigarette out of his pocket, shook one and lit it for himself, and took a deep breath.

"Boom," he shouted, raising his voice slightly.

Li Yiming trotted in, and at a glance he saw the clay statue on the ground, he was stunned, and slowly walked closer: "No?"

"No... , solid, it's just a broken mud thing, it should have been smashed a long time ago, and it's still here, it's annoying!" Li Jianguo kicked away a mud block at his feet and said with a relaxed smile.

Li Yiming's eyes slowly moved on the broken mud blocks, and his mind was in chaos.

Is there really none?

Why not?

There was a deep sense of disappointment, like the gift that I was expecting but didn't come.

"Yiming,..." Li Jianguo stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "There are some things that can be done without money!"

"It's different, Dad... It's too late. Li Yiming shook his head slightly.

He didn't have time to talk to his father about those things at that point in time, and he just wanted to carry that sense of crisis himself,??

Maybe it was his father's sentence "Lao Tzu can't let you send it", which made him have reservations about some things that are too sensitive.

If there is no first pot of gold, the subsequent development will be much slower, and even he doesn't know the current situation, how he will go to Xiangjiang, and how he will catch up with that wave of capital growth opportunities without money.

And those machines, the things that they want people to help do, have no money, only a mouth, and are far beyond Hardmode.

Also, this time they wrote it wrong, so what about the rest?

Before I knew it, my fingernails had been deeply pinched into my palms, almost to the point of bleeding.

Li Jianguo looked at his son's sad and lost expression, was silent for a moment, and tried to speak in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, Dad... And the salary... I'll keep it for you!"

Li Yiming shook his head silently again, what is the use of that salary, the manuscript fee will take a long time, and there may be twists and turns in the matter of publishing.

"You're still young, and you have time. Li Jianguo sighed heavily and persuaded again, "How old are you, even if it takes ten or twenty years, what?!"

His voice unconsciously became louder, and Li Jianguo didn't want to see his son lose his ambition: "You know so much! Sooner or later you can do what you want, son, you have time!"

"No, we don't!"

Li Yiming shook his head stubbornly, he suddenly squatted down, picked up the big butt base and lifted it above his head, and slammed it on the ground.

Bang!

The mud fell to the ground and fell apart again.

Only this time, something strange suddenly appeared inside.

There's something golden in the mud.

Li Jianguo gasped, the cigarette stuck to his lips and crumbled, and he quickly took it off with one hand.

Actually, it was directly stuck in the mud.

Who did that?

Local tyrants... Inferior gentleman... Or bandits?

…...

Li Yiming was stunned for only a few seconds before he immediately squatted down, held his breath, and carefully picked up a piece of mud with gold and knocked it on the ground.

A finger-long gold bar was exposed.

Li Yiming took the finger rectangular flat gold bar in his hand, just wiped it slightly, and handed it to Li Jianguo without thinking.

Li Jianguo took it over, it was so heavy, it was definitely not copper, and he stuffed it into his bag.

"I'll go outside, and you put the rest in your bag. Li Jianguo walked out quickly, if someone came, with his chatting ability and the cigarette in his pocket, even if the devil came, he could drag it out for three or five hours.

Li Yiming calmly picked up these mud blocks and knocked them together, and the mud on the metal was easy to knock down.

It's just that I don't know who made this statue and why it was placed here, because the gold bar that Li Yiming saw was not the legendary big yellow croaker, there was no mark, and it was not smooth.

The book says that the proportion of gold is nineteen times that of water, and the proportion of copper is only less than nine times, and the feel will be significantly different.

It's gold!

Each of them is.

I just don't know how pure it is.

But that's not the point, now you have to break every piece of mud, Li Yiming looked at the gold bars mixed in this mud, and inexplicably had some absurd thoughts: This is the ancient concrete process?

Take gold as a pebble?

Although he was thinking about it in his head, his hands were not slow, and since he had already done it, he had to do it to the extreme.

All the mud blocks that are larger than your finger are re-powdered.

There is a lot of gold that Li Yiming found in the buttocks, but the shapes are different, some are a little longer, some are a little shorter, and they are all packed into the bag.

But in the upper part of the body, Li Yiming did not find gold, but a stone, which looked like an egg, with some blood lines, yellow throughout, and not oily.

Tian Huangshi and Li Yiming immediately thought of this name.

Looking at this thing, it seems to be on the chest of the clay statue, which represents the heart?

Slip it into your bag.

Next, there was a piece of broken soil all over the ground except for the head, and Li Yiming carefully pulled the mud with his hands, not wanting to miss anything.

…...

Li Yiming searched carefully inside, not letting go of any slightly larger mud blocks, who knows if there will be diamonds in it!

The avatar was smashed, and there were two round stones at the eyes, but Li Yiming couldn't recognize it, it was only slightly transparent.

There is also a stone of the same in the center of the eyebrow, which is placed directly in the bag.

"Huh?" he swept his palm to the wall, stood up straight, picked it up, put it back on the ground, and smashed it with two strokes of the stone.

Again... Again... Goldfinger.

Li Yiming was a little speechless and put this thing in his bag. Now the whole clay statue is gone, only the pile of dirt on the ground.

He carefully brushed it with his hand, feeling if there was anything a little hard inside.

…...