The sun was shining overhead, through the leaves, dappled and dappled with the sound of a bird's call from time to time, making everything around look strangely quiet.

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The rhythmic sound echoed, it was Fang Ming and Niu Ping, who continued to use the Luoyang shovel to make holes down.

Last night, under Zhao Zhuzi's reminder, the possibility of knowing that there might be a gold vein below is actually quite high, Fang Ming and Niu Ping's mood is relatively calm, in fact, it is already quite a good thing to be able to find a gold vein, and if this is really a gold vein, it is normal for those people before to come here to look for it, after all, gold is a hard currency, and it is completely worth exchanging people's lives for.

Of course, why Shinto and the bombed-out buildings and sculptures are here and there is no answer to the question, so we can only study them again.

However, now it is not so much that Fang Ming and Niu Ping are looking for the imperial tomb, but rather to determine the extent of the underground gold veins.

It's just that the gold vein may be a very tempting thing for others, but for Fang Ming and Niu Ping, it is far from that big, in comparison, what they still hope to find is the imperial tomb, after all, one is playing tomb robbery, the other is playing antiques, no matter how much gold is not as good as an antique!

So, this