At the end of the next day, the morning breeze blew cold air, entered the house, blew through the woman's black sideburns, brushed the residual water in the basin, entangled the flames in the stove, rolled up the hot air in the pot, grabbed the hem of the pedestrian's clothes, and made countless sounds.

The bustle in the city drowned out the cold wind, and also drowned out the movement by the Shuo River, Mo Lingfeng and his party stayed away from the gate of Kuanzhou City and set up a pile at the position that Wu Jin said.

The rear camp set up three large iron pots, boiled hot water, and when the water boiled, the soldiers lifted the iron pots and poured the hot water on the ground.

After pouring hot water three times and waiting for a while, the soil was completely wet, and the soldier quickly picked up a shovel, dug a pit, and continued to dig down for less than two quarters of an hour, before the soil froze again.

After pouring water three times and digging a pit three feet deep, the soldiers lifted a straight log one foot long and sharpened the bottom to stand in the hole, and hammered it into the ground little by little.

The soldiers took turns beating and breaking through the frozen sand, and the stakes gradually sank under the gaze of everyone, and at the beginning of the afternoon, there was still half an arm's length left.

Xiao Dou couldn't hide his disappointment, stopped, untied the water bladder, raised his head and poured a big sip - the bag was filled with rice wine, and drank it to ward off the cold.

He let out a white breath, picked up the hammer, and with a "drink", struck it on the stake, and the wood went down a little bit again.

Half an hour later, the stake was level with the ground.

Xiao Dou was exhausted, holding a hammer in both hands, and looked at Mo Lingfeng with his waist bent: "General, it's over."

Mo Lingfeng sat on a piece of wood, a bonfire was burning in front of him, his exposed face was blown purple by the wind, and his two hands were stretched out above the bonfire, still cold.

She opened her mouth, "Eat."

The soldiers immediately moved, buried the pot to make rice, chiseled ice and boiled water, the rear camp did not dare to offer any more ugliness, honestly stewed a large piece of mutton in the pot, the broth gurgled in the pot, the oil overflowed, and then kneaded the dough and steamed the dried vegetable buns.

Mo Lingfeng ate three dried vegetable buns, looked up at the sky, and saw that the clouds moved with the wind, occasionally revealing a few rays of sunlight, and there was no temperature.

Wu Jin woke up from the hut, washed up, drank a bowl of soup and medicine, and slowly walked to Mo Lingfeng and sat down: "How?"

Mo Lingfeng scooped a bowl of stewed mutton soup for Wu Jin and handed it over: "No, I have to find another place to put down the pile."

Wu Jin took the bowl, handed the bowl to the back camp after drinking, looked down at the horse manure and stones in the withered grass under his feet, and a few clusters of withered but not scattered, withered but not falling buckwheat, and then looked up at the direction of the city wall, the cracks on it were consistent.

The soldiers were full of food and drink, and when they had the strength, they could dig again, Xiao Dou burped and ran to Mo Lingfeng's side: "General, where to change this time?" It really doesn't work, we dig everywhere, and we always find it."

In the vast dry grassland, it takes half a day to drive down a wooden stake, and the entire grassland is turned one foot deep, how long does it take?

Yin Bei said, "General, why don't you drive piles every other mile around here?"

Wu Jin pointed to the wooden stake that was driven in: "Deepen it three feet further."

Xiao Dou looked at Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng did not hesitate, nodded, Xiao Dou immediately waved his hand, and ordered the soldiers to cut out a log three feet long and stack it on the previous one, four or five people jumped into the dirt pit and firmly held the log, and the others took their places and continued to work the wood.

After beating again and again, the sun was getting darker, Xiao Dou took the hammer and picked it up, and after two blows, Mo Lingfeng suddenly said, "Stop."

Xiao Dou didn't know why: "General, don't fight?"

Mo Lingfeng stood up with a "rub", and strode to Xiao Dou's side: "Knock again."

Xiao Dou said, picked up the hammer and struck it hard, the sound of "dong" seemed to change slightly, and there was more hardness in the heaviness.

"Right here, dig!"

Wu Jin's inference is not wrong!

"Dig!"

Five hundred people were divided into ten teams, boiling water to water the ground, and once the soil was soaked, they immediately began to dig deeper, and before the soil froze again, they cut the soil layer by layer.

When he was so busy, the bonfires were piled up on the pasture, and they dug down an inch and two feet deep, and finally dug up several stone slabs.

The slate is three feet square, not much complete, most of the slate are broken due to ground movement, scattered, you can't see it

Out of the way it is.

The wealth of the Mo family's ten states is also mired in mud and sand, and only one corner of the box is exposed.

As soon as the corner of the box was revealed, everyone's hearts were settled - they had found it.

Everyone started to dig out this box, and the bottom of the deep pit shouted to be careful, afraid that this box would rot after years and when touched, but the box was intact.

A hemp rope was dropped above, and the soldiers below pried up a corner of the box with a wooden stick, tied it firmly, shouted a trumpet, and pulled the wooden box up with all the force above.

The wooden box was heavy, hanging in the air "creaking", everyone was scared, and when the box reached the edge of the pit, Yin Bei took matters into his own hands and led four people to move the box in front of Mo Lingfeng.

The soil on the wooden box was cleaned, and there was a layer of dark purple floating light in the firelight, and Mo Lingfeng recognized at a glance that the box was made by Nanfang Xiangnan.

There are also a few such wooden boxes in the Mo family's warehouse, which have natural landscape patterns, and when storing fabrics, there is often a fragrance.

Mo Lingfeng took the torch from Yin Nan's hand and stepped forward to open the lid of the box, which was shining with gold and horseshoe gold.

Wu Jin bent down and took out a piece of horseshoe gold, looked at Mo Lingfeng and smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He handed Mo Leaf: "One pound and one ingot."

Mo Lingfeng squeezed it in his hand and looked at the firelight to look at the horseshoe gold stamp.

Wu Jin looked at her in a noisy voice, and in his eyes, Mo Lingfeng pinched a sun - this touch of gold was the new life given to her by Mo Qianlan, the splendor of heaven and earth at her fingertips, the rise of the Mo family, and the decline of the decadent dynasty.

It is also the life he has sunk for.

When everyone was shocked by the contents of the box, only Yin Nan's eyes were empty, because standing behind Mo Lingfeng, Wu Jin's words and deeds fell in his eyes.

She saw that Wu Jin's lips were tightly closed, there was no smile and no expression, but there was something flowing in her eyes, dripping all over her body, the whole person was like spring water, rippling, like a bird, gentle and delicate, like starlight, and the golden night was overwhelming.

This surnamed Wu is worthy of her own general—she thought.

Mo Lingfeng put down the horseshoe gold, Wu Jin retracted his gaze, and turned his head to look at Yin Bei: "Move the table and chairs, and bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to make a book."

"Yes." Yin Bei took the order and left.

The slate was moved out piece by piece, and the boxes were found one after another, Mo Lingfeng sat on the wood, his eyes were full of fire shadows, and the tip of his nose was filled with earthy smell and a faint fragrance of nanmu, and his heart suddenly fell into a trance.

She felt that Mo Qianlan was sitting next to them, wearing a spotless azure gown, covered with a heavy crane, and as usual, her hands were in her sleeves.

He loved cleanliness, so he put a cloak on the wood, and was pale and clean in the firelight, and looked at her with a slight smile, as if he didn't care about the boxes of riches of the country—he could have them as long as he wanted.

Mo Lingfeng knew that it was fake, but he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes - it would be nice if his brother was here.

She quietly looked away, and saw Yin Bei staring at the boxes and moving them up one by one, neatly arranging, registering them by Wu Jin, and then escorting them back to Mofu by Yin Nan and Xiao Dou.