The box was made of gold, and in the middle of the lid, an emerald green jade the size of an egg sparkled like a dragon's eye in the light of the night pearl.

Zhao Qianqian walked to the big box and touched his chin with one hand: "This box is worth at least 10,000 taels, what kind of treasure is in it?" After thinking for a moment, she lifted the lid of the box, and inside it turned out to be a pair of armor, and this armor was exactly the same as the armor worn by the man on the painting in Li's house.

Could it be that the man in the painting has anything to do with Wang Biao and his wife? What does the woman in the painting have to do with the man?

Zhao Qianqian wanted to take out the armor, she hugged it, and it was estimated that there were sixty or seventy pounds.

"How tiring this thing is to wear! Not to mention fighting people, this line of work requires a lot of physical strength!" Zhao Qianqian glanced at it with disgust and closed the lid. Turning his head to look at a small box next to him: "Could it be a silver ticket?"

Opening the small box, which contained a piece of Jin Cancan's clothes, Zhao Qianqian quickly rummaged through his mind, and finally thought: "Golden Silk Soft Armor!"

This is small in size, Zhao Qianqian unceremoniously put it into the backpack, turned around and walked to the box in the inner circle and stood still, intending to "start" from the ten boxes in this circle.

She casually opened the box in front of her, which contained a box of silver with white flowers, and then opened the second box, which was also full of silver...... Until the last bite of the box in the first circle, it was still a box of silver for nothing.

She opened the twelve large wooden boxes in the second circle, and the whole twelve boxes were still white and silver.

In the third circle, fourteen large wooden boxes, these fourteen large wooden boxes, filled with all kinds of dazzling jewelry, agate, pearls, jade Ruyi, golden Buddha, golden hairpins and so on count.

Zhao Qianqian picked up a golden hairpin casually, which was the same as the one that Li took out, but this one was inlaid with an emerald green jade like a phoenix's eyes.

Then she opened the fourth circle, sixteen large wooden boxes, eight boxes full of gold ingots, and eight boxes full of gold bars.

Zhao Qianqian couldn't help but sigh: "Behind these gold and silver treasures, how many people have died? How many innocent people have suffered? It's no wonder that the Li family is so confident, with such a treasury, if she wants to achieve her goal, even if it is not enough, it is not too much."

Removing so much treasure is not a trivial matter, and it requires good planning.

Silver and gold Zhao Qianqian is not worried, but how to move those jewels, this is difficult for her.

After standing for a long time, I still didn't come up with a way, so I simply didn't think about it first, and took away what I could take first, and then made plans for the rest.

Thinking of this, a flower-like smile bloomed on Zhao Qianqian's face: "You have done too many things that hurt nature and reason, so let me help you do good and accumulate virtue."

Make up your mind, take the valuable ones first, starting with gold ingots.

Zhao Qianqian tried it and filled a backpack, just 10,000 vehicles.

Turn on the computer to enter the financial management, and then to the sound financial management, click to transfer 10,000 taels of gold, so repeatedly, after loading eight boxes of gold ingots, she was sweating profusely, I don't know how many backpacks were loaded, she didn't remember, check the gold transferred into 1.2 million taels today.

Zhao Qianqian looked at the computer time at twenty-three o'clock, stretched his waist, yawned delicately, and muttered to himself: "I can't imagine that counting money is also tiring, and I will continue tomorrow after work!"

When Zhao Qianqian came out, the two guards outside the door had already begun to nap.

Zhao Qianqian was about to quietly go around to the path, when he saw the second master walking towards the yard, standing a few meters away from the yard, and scolded, "You two are here to sleep? What can you afford if something happens? Cheer me up, tomorrow I will get twenty sticks, and next time I will see you so slack, beaten to death with sticks."

The two guards suddenly lost their sleepiness and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, the second master."

After the second master reprimanded the two guards, he entered the courtyard, and then heard the sound of the door closing.

Zhao Qianqian waited behind the house for more than ten minutes, but he didn't hear the sound of the door, and he didn't know if the second master had come out.

The next day, as soon as Zhao Qianqian went out, he saw the second master standing outside the door: "The second master is early, please sit in the courtyard."

Zhao Qianqian turned sideways to give way, and the second master said, "Oh, don't go in, I'm here to tell Miss, but."

Let the women in the village help clear the wasteland, but there are still some disabled old and weak people in the village, do you think you can let them go to the fields together?"

Zhao Qianqian smiled lightly: "Of course, we will make a record for each person according to how much they work every day, and when we harvest the crops next year, we will distribute food to others according to how much we do and how little we do according to each person."

The second master paused for a moment and said, "I asked people to take people outside the cottage, but we need to arrange for people to guard outside, and how many people must come back when they go out."

Zhao Qianqian said without thinking: "No problem, they all go out to work, and they all come back before dark, and I am more relieved that you have someone to watch."

Half an hour later, all the idlers in the village came to the outside of the cottage, and there were more than 100 women, old and young, but none of them had farm tools and could not grow crops.

Zhao Qian thought for a moment, and asked the people of the Qiancheng Battalion to give sickles, scimitars and shovels to the people of the cottage, the people of the Qiancheng Camp were responsible for digging the ground, and the people of the cottage were responsible for clearing the grass in the first process and planting wheat in the last process.

There are more than 100 people today, although they are all old and weak, but these jobs in the field have not had much impact, and more than half of the area of wasteland has been cleared in the morning compared with yesterday.

At lunchtime, Zhao Qianqian asked everyone to rest in advance, wash their hands and wait for dinner, and she went to help serve the meal.

The personnel were automatically divided into two teams, and the people of the Qiancheng battalion sat by the stove not far from the stove and waited for the meal to start.

The cottage people sat far away, took out their own dry food and ate it, and their dry food was black steamed buns, made of corn and sweet potatoes.

Zhao Qianqian glanced at Erhu, who had just put down the bucket: "Erhu, go and let the villagers from the cottage come over for dinner."

"Hey, okay."

When Erhu walked over, everyone was eating finely, and a little boy of eight or nine years old saw him coming over, divided half of his black-flour steamed buns and handed them to her: "Here, I don't have the strength to work in the afternoon without eating."

Erhu took the black-faced steamed bun and thanked him, "Thank you, little brother!"

In the morning, the second master asked them to call, and they didn't tell them about lunch, and they had to walk for half an hour from the inside of the village to the outside of the village, for fear of delaying the time, so they all brought their own lunch.

Erhu said to everyone, "Folks, there is a hot meal prepared for everyone over there, everyone should go over there and eat."

After the second tiger finished speaking, none of the people responded, and they all gnawed on their black-flour steamed buns.

Isn't white rice fragrant?

Erhu repeated it again, but still no one moved.

After a while, the little boy who had just given him the steamed buns raised his head and said, "Don't shout, everyone won't eat, you said you had something to eat, I won't give you the steamed buns to eat, I haven't eaten enough."

Erhu was puzzled and asked, "Why don't people want to eat hot rice?"

The little boy didn't answer, and a woman next to him replied, "White rice is too expensive, we can't afford to eat it, if we eat it, we will deduct it when we distribute the grain next year, I'm afraid we won't be able to distribute the food by then, this black flour steamed bun is already very good, and I am reluctant to eat it when I am idle at home, and this is manual work, so I am willing to make black flour steamed buns to eat."

The people in the cottage heard that the second master said that they would divide the food next year, and none of them would come to the house, since they wanted to share the food, they would definitely not provide free food, so they all brought their own dry food.

Just now they also saw that rice was being cooked over there, it was still white rice and sweet potatoes, which made people drool, but they couldn't afford to eat white rice.

Throughout the year, only during the Chinese New Year, the cottage will send two catties of rice to the family, even if it is the New Year, on weekdays, they buy some corn, sweet potatoes and other grains in the village to eat.

Erhu said, "I won't deduct everyone's food, let's go over there and eat."

If you don't pay for eating white rice, who will believe it? The copycat people no longer pay attention to him.

Zhao Qianqian's side of the meal was ready, and seeing that Erhu hadn't brought anyone over yet, he walked over: "Erhu, what's wrong, why don't you bring everyone over for lunch?"

Erhu spread his hands: "They don't go, for fear of deducting food."

Zhao Qianqian said to everyone: "Folks, you see, our group of people used to be beggars, and everyone worked together to cultivate land in the mountains outside Qingyun City, and now everyone has white flour steamed buns and white rice to eat, you go and ask."

Ask them if they have ever given them any money for their meals on weekdays."

These people didn't seem to hear, didn't raise their heads, and continued to lower their heads to nibble on black-flour steamed buns.

Erhu said: "The villagers may not know, this is the sister of our future camp, she led everyone to open up the wasteland and farm, and gave everyone food and shelter for free, and the disciples in our camp have a monthly salary, so they will not share the grain."

No matter what the two of them said, the people in the cottage just didn't move, and after a while, a lame middle-aged man stood up and walked over, and asked, "Food, shelter, and wages?"

The second tiger said, "Yes."

The lame man said, "The cottage has never provided food for free, so don't fool us, don't let us eat white rice now, and let us pay the silver later, we can't take it out."

It turns out that these people live in the cottage on weekdays, and the cottage will not raise the grain, and they can't go out of the cottage to find something to do by themselves, so they can only follow the owner of the village out by the strong man at home, and they can get some silver when they come back, and then use the silver to buy grain from the cottage, and finally the silver returns to the owner of the village.

Since they can open up the wasteland outside the cottage, they must be Wang Biao's people, how can they provide them with food for free? It's not going to be deducted in the future, it's better to eat the almost, maybe next year you can get a little more.

White rice, they can only eat it once a year, and if they eat it like this for a few days, they are afraid that when they come, they will not only have no food, but they will also have to take out the silver, who would dare to eat it?

Erhu said, "Why am I lying to you? We're not copycats either."

"If you are not a person in the village, you can still enter and exit freely in the village, and I am afraid that the origin is not small."

"Yes, who would be so kind as to let you eat white rice for free, maybe you will take the silver when you make a difference."

The people in the village chattered and discussed.

Sometimes, the more you talk about it, the more people suspect that you have an ulterior secret, and some things have to be figured out by themselves.

"Since everyone doesn't eat, we don't force it, but it's you who suffer, although they say that they don't share food, they can get a monthly salary, don't regret it then, we won't make it up to you, let's go, Erhu, let's go eat."

Zhao Qianqian called Erhu to turn around and go to eat.

While eating, the little boy who gave the steamed buns to Erhu came over, looked at the rice in Erhu's bowl, swallowed his saliva, and said to Erhu, "Just now, I gave you steamed buns to eat, can you share a little rice for me to eat?"

Erhu was stunned, there is still such a thing?

Zhao Qianqian gave him a look, and Erhu hurriedly said, "The grace of dripping water, when the spring reciprocates, it should be."

Erhu brought a large bowl to the little boy, and he ran to her mother with the rice, and then pointed at Erhu, who smiled and nodded to them.

The little boy handed the rice to his mother, who pushed it in front of him, and he looked at the bowl and said to his mother, "I'll go and borrow one." As he spoke, he ran to Erhu and borrowed a bowl.

"Mother, let's eat together." The mother nodded, and divided most of the meal into the little boy's bowl, and the mother and son were about to eat after the meal, when the little boy's bowl disappeared.