According to Xiao Lingmei's decoration movements, sooner or later the things hidden in the yard will be turned out, since the house can't be found, Wang Dingshu decided to start first.

But where is the stuff hidden?

With his eyes closed, he drew the figure of the house inch by inch in his mind, and finally, he settled on the grape trellis in the middle of the courtyard.

He didn't dig the ground in the yard.

But I always felt like something was missing. Yes, is there a place that I have been neglecting?

He opened his eyes reluctantly: Graperoot!

Rumbling thunder rang out the window.

It's raining.

It's raining, it's raining, Xiao Lingmei has to stop work!

He immediately called: "Ready, ready, ready." Come with me tonight. ”

On a rainy night, a group of people wore ponchos and quietly sneaked into the quiet courtyard with tools.

Ling Mei watched them swing their shovels in the space, and the sticky dirt quickly piled up into small hills.

The gold ingot asked her, "Do you want to stop it?" ”

Ling Mei rubbed its chin lightly: "Isn't it good for someone to help us dig up treasures for free?" ”

The roots of the grapes are deep and thick, and they are several miles in length.

Wang Dingshu called to stop.

He personally jumped into the pit and splashed countless muddy dust.

The subordinates above helped him hold the umbrella, and he roughly ripped open the roots of the grapes, which made Mei's distressed brows tighten.

Wang Dingshu struggled to dig the soil, and finally, let him touch a piece of cold iron.

"Found it. Got it! ”

But the iron box has been tightly entangled by grape roots for hundreds of years, and he excitedly lifted the iron to cut off the roots and go down, and with a bang, the shovel was bounced open. His eyes widened in surprise, thinking of the recent evil events in this courtyard, and his heart was stirred.

"Look, sir, the grape roots are moving, they're moving!"

The roots of the grapes folded away like a sea at low tide, and then slowly rolled out a large tin box.

After Wang Dingshu was frightened, he hugged the box and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Ancestors bless, ancestors bless!" ”

Xiao Jin looked at his crazy appearance and sneered: "Your ancestors have already been reincarnated." Bless you fart. That's not what Lord Ben is capable of? ”

Wang Dingshu came prepared.

He brought various cutting tools with him.

A loud and sharp sound was amplified in the night, but it was as if no one had heard it, and not even a single light was on in the nearby room.

This is a strange thing, but Wang Dingshu, who was in a frenzy, did not notice anything abnormal at all.

As the continuous sound of metal echoing through the courtyard like a dragon's groan, the iron lid was successfully pried open.

Everyone wanted to stuff their heads into the iron box.

However, all they saw was a pile of millet, still fresh and plump.

Wang Dingshu was stunned, and then smiled: The ancestor hides the treasure, how can he not put some smoke bombs? He gave the order, and everyone followed him to sweep away the millet in the box layer by layer.

Wang Dingshu's movements became faster and faster, and he became more and more impatient, and even jumped into the box, and soon, most of the grain in the box had been dug up, and the treasure he was expecting was still missing.

"Luoyang shovel is here!"

A shovel to the end, pumped up, the shovel is full of broken chaff and rice stalks.

Wang Dingshu was incredulous: how could the ancestors bury a large box of grain in the ancestral house?

Impossible, impossible!

These grains are still fresh, so- he sat on the pile of grains: So, the baby has been secretly taken away by Xiao Lingmei? And then bury something worthless to coax him?

For a moment, his face turned from rosy to gray inch by inch.

Ling Mei sighed: "That's the grain of five hundred years ago." It's a valuable artifact for research. ”

The iron box has bottomed out. Wang Dingshu, who was sweating profusely, sat in the box in a decadent and weak place, panting.

He has been chasing the family treasure for so many years, and the result is that he actually makes people take the lead?

He hid his face and smiled, laughing so hard that tears flowed down his face.

His subordinates did not dare to squeak.

It is not easy for anyone to suddenly collapse the faith they have pursued for so many years.

It took a long time for Wang Dingshu to climb out of the iron box.

"Let's go."

The subordinates looked at the mess in the courtyard: Just leave?

Some people don't give up, thinking that although there is no treasure in the iron box, it is also extraordinary that this iron box has not rotted for hundreds of years. But a few people pushed it together, damn it. Without a few hundred catties of food in it, it still sinks and can't be pushed.

There was no way, they had to go home empty-handed.

On the night of heavy rain, Wang Dingshu came in anger and returned angrily.

When they were gone, the roots of the grapes came out again, and gathered the crate back into the dirt like an octopus tail.

In the morning, the rain stops.

Ling Mei rushed to the small courtyard first, collected a place of five hundred years of grains, and moved into the space with the huge iron box.

When the construction team arrived, they only saw the mess in the courtyard.

"Is this another thief? It's endless. ”

Ling Mei smiled: "It's okay." They will never come again. ”

Without interference, the renovation of the courtyard was carried out smoothly.

In the evening, Ling Mei finally had time to enter the space, and was stunned for a moment.

The large rice, wheat and corn, the seedlings of various beans, and some fruit tree seedlings in the space occupy most of the space clearly. She almost ran out of place.

"Little Kim." Ling Mei exclaimed, "What's going on? ”

Xiao Jin pulled out of the ground: "Isn't this the seed in the iron box?" I'll help you plant them all. ”

Ling Mei was speechless: "I'm not surprised that the seeds of five hundred years ago can still be planted, but I am strange that you can distinguish between rice and dry rice?" ”

Xiao Jin choked and couldn't help but glance at the rice field with a little guilt. Well. He planted it all in the water.

Ling Mei shook her head and sighed as she inspected the rice seedlings. Fortunately, looking at the growth situation, it is indeed rice, and Xiaojin can be regarded as crooked.

"I don't know which variety of rice it is." Ling Mei habitually made growth records. The time of setting the ears was calculated, and at the current growth rate of the space, it could mature in two months.

After serving the crops, Mei began to study the huge iron box.

The iron box looks square from the outside. There are not even a few patterns on the surface. But from the inside, it is a big belly arc, and there is a not-so-obvious dividing line.

Xiao Jin performed a little trick, and the outer skin of the iron box peeled off piece by piece, and finally revealed a four-legged round tripod that only glowed with purple and gold light.

Ling Mei walked around the Yuanding a few times, and said in surprise: "It's actually a Ding?" ”

Xiao Jin sighed and admired: "The tripod cast by purple gold." Terrific. ”

Ling Mei held her chin and asked, "What's the use?" ”

Xiao Jin glanced at her: "Have you heard of the cornucopia?" ”

Ling Mei raised her eyebrows and threw Xiao Jin into the dingli with a thunderous momentum.

Xiao Jin yelled, crawled out of the ding, and shouted angrily: "Xiao Lingmei, what are you crazy about?!" ”

Ling Mei stared at Ding for a long time, disappointed: "It seems that there is no movement!" ”

Shouldn't you throw a little gold into it, and ten little gold jump out?

Xiao Jin roared: "You have watched too many cartoons, can you have a longer brain?" This is a cornucopia, not a womb! ”

Ling Mei laughed: "Then what is it for?" ”

Xiao Jin sighed: "You see that so much rice has existed in it for hundreds of years and is still intact, it must have the function of preserving freshness." ”

Ling Mei frowned: "That's similar to the function of our space." ”

Xiao Jin jumped into the spiritual spring and took out the purple fei that Ling Mei had opened before.

After soaking in the spiritual spring for two years, Zifei's jade quality became more transparent.

Zifei fell into the ding and made a crisp sound, which was so good that it reverberated like a dragon's groan.

Xiao Jin threw a few more stones into it, clapped his hands and said, "Okay." Let's see in a few days. ”

Ling Mei looked at the little golden god chattering, which aroused her curiosity.