Qin's mother was drying clothes in the yard, and when she saw Qin Long walking in with her clothes and a hoe, she stopped what she was doing and looked at Qin Long and asked, "When did you come back?"

Just now, Qin Long went home to get the hoe and didn't meet his mother and Qin Feng, he took the hoe directly in the firewood room and left.

Qin Long called Qin Feng last night and said that he would not come back at night, and Qin's mother now saw Qin Long coming in from outside with a hoe, and thought that he would have come back to work in the field a long time ago.

The Qin family has more than one acre of mountainous land, planted some sweet potatoes, corn and yams, and the farm work is not too heavy, but it is also hard work, and it is usually taken care of by Qin Long's father.

Qin Long grinned at his mother and put the hoe back in the firewood room: "I've eaten it, where is Dafeng?"

"Went to work. Mother Qin shook the clothes in her hand and dried them on the rope.

Qin Long sighed, and hurriedly walked into the house with the jar wrapped in his clothes.

Qin's mother was originally going to talk to Qin Long about things at home, but at this time, she could only smile bitterly and shake her head gently, and then dried her clothes.

Qin Long walked into his room, and then took out the jar wrapped in clothes with some expectation, wiped the floating soil on the jar with his clothes, and solemnly placed it on the desk in front of him.

After looking at it for a long time, no matter how he looked at the jar in his hand was a salt jar, Qin Long was sure that this jar was not a cultural relic, and he didn't bother to find any tools to remove the cement that sealed the lid of the jar, so he simply picked up a hammer and hammered the jar to pieces.

The movement in the house alarmed Qin's mother in the courtyard, and Qin's mother stopped her work again and looked at Qin Long's room and shouted, "Dalong, are you okay?"

"It's fine, it's a rag. Qin Long's mouth responded, his eyes lit up, and he reached out and pulled the broken pottery pieces of the jar aside, revealing two finely crafted characters with the word 'Fu' cast in the middle of a flying dragon and a phoenix, and the surrounding area was decorated with horseshoe-shaped silver ingots with glittering patterns.

"Bang, this workmanship is okay in ancient times. Qin Long sighed, stretched out his hand to pick up the ingot, pretended to appreciate it, turned the silver ingot over, and wanted to see the bottom of the ingot.

Although Qin Long doesn't understand antiques, he also knows that things like ingots will have a bottom paragraph, indicating the year of the ingots or the silver number of the ingots.

The ingots turned over, and Qin Long's eyes suddenly widened as if he had eaten a fly.

'Shun Tai Silver House 50g'

What the hell is this Nima, what the hell is this Nima?

There's nothing wrong with Shuntai Silver Building, but what the hell is this 50g?

When did the ancients start to use g as a unit of measurement?

Qin Long's forehead was sweating, he quickly took out his mobile phone to Du Niang Shuntai Yinlou, and searched for hundreds of messages, and his mouth instantly became eighty thousand.

Shuntai Yinlou official website?

I'll you.

Clicking on the official website, Qin Long saw at first glance that the silver ingot on today's special picture was the silver ingot he was holding in his hand, and it was not bad at all.

999 pure silver 50g solid glossy horseshoe silver, investment collection gifts, original price 288, current price 258......

The silver ingots in Nima's hand are absolutely modern, but who is idle in modern times to play a game of hidden treasures, and they have been dug up by themselves......

Qin Long was a little dizzy, he suddenly felt as if he had been played with.

Qin Long is also a tendon, and he doesn't want to think that if someone wants to play with him, why should he bury this jar so secretly, mainly because the modern version of the silver ingot in his hand directly took him crookedly.

It took a long time for Qin Long to figure out a little taste, he reached out and pulled away the broken pottery shards on the table, didn't the crickets say, in addition to the two silver ingots, there were some miscellaneous things in this jar.

Just like that, I can see the broken pottery shards at a glance.

Qin Long found a jade plaque and an oilcloth bag, the oilcloth bag was tied with nylon rope a few times, Qin Long pinched it with his hand, and felt that there seemed to be some paper or something like that inside.

The jade plate seems to have some history, the jade plate is engraved with some strange patterns, and the center is engraved with an ancient seal Qin character, this Qin Long recognizes it, but now I can't calm down to study what is important about this jade card.

Qin Long untied the nylon rope on the oilcloth bag, and there was a little more expectation in his heart.

Wrapped so tightly, could it be that the contents are the most valuable things in this jar?

The oilcloth bag was opened, revealing a neatly folded piece of brown paper.

Qin Long was disappointed, this special package was so tightly wrapped that it was a piece of kraft paper, and this thing was not a valuable treasure of calligraphy, painting, calligraphy and calligraphy.

I really hope that the higher the disappointment, the greater the disappointment, and I still expect to rely on this jar to pay off the old debts owed by my father, just two broken silver ingots and a jade plate that I don't know how much it is worth, not to mention repaying the debt, it is not enough to compensate for the loss of the old sister's gold bracelet.

Qin Long picked up the brown paper casually and opened it, and was already stunned after just one glance.

"Dalong, I'm afraid my dad won't be able to wait for you to come back, if you find this jar, it shows that the hard work of our old Qin family for more than ten generations has not been in vain......

This, this Nima is my father's handwriting!!

Qin Long looked at the familiar font for three seconds.

It turns out that this jar was buried by Dad, Dad, which one are you playing?

The hard work of more than a dozen generations has not been in vain...... Could it be Dad, did you guess that I could use the Gold Eater to find this jar?

"Dalong, your mother should give you your grandfather's notebook, do you remember the Tibetan word game that your father played with you, what your father wants to tell you is all in that notebook, two silver ingots are not worth anything, you know what to leave for you, just arrange it yourself." You are a man, take care of your mother and Dafeng, there is nothing else to explain, live well. ’

Qin Long quickly threw down the kraft paper, opened the desk drawer and took out his grandfather's diary of workers, peasants and soldiers.

Or in the year when Qin Long went to be a soldier, Qin Long's father suddenly played a Tibetan word game with Qin Long on a whim, in fact, it was to write on white paper with white vinegar, and the handwriting disappeared after the white vinegar dried, but as long as the handwriting was slightly baked with fire, it would reappear on the white paper, but it was just a simple chemical phenomenon, and it was boring to think about it now, Qin Long never understood why his father wanted to play such a game with him, but he didn't expect his father's foreshadowing to be buried here.

Opening the notebook, Qin Long directly turned the notebook to the last page with handwriting, put his nose on the blank page and sniffed it vigorously, and there was indeed a faint sour smell in the air he inhaled.

Qin Long couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and drew a question mark in his mind.

Dad, what do you have to say to me in such a secret way?