She didn't go shopping.

How can shopping be interesting to dig treasure!

directly asked Song Yi and Liu Jin to put the baby she found in the living room.

"You two are sharp, I want to see how many treasures are hidden in this small western-style building!"

Liu Jin wanted to hold his toes and cry, people are really angry compared to people!

Why didn't he have such good luck!

Song Yi put the three treasure chests together, and then as a matter of course, he instructed Liu Jin to go up and move the antiques.

"I'll go to the yard with Ah Tang to dig, you are in the house, be careful." After speaking, he glanced down at Liu Jin's feet.

Liu Jin: "......"

Ready-made shovels in the yard, tools don't have to worry.

The ground is all bricked, where do you start digging?

She thought to herself, if it were her, she would definitely choose the place to enter the door.

If ordinary people bury treasures, they will definitely choose a place close to each other.

People who are looking for treasures will also subconsciously look for them in or near the house.

I would never choose a place to enter the door.

She chose to dig at the gate.

Song Yi hurriedly went over to help, he was also cheap, and bought this place.

Fang Zongtang was digging the soil, Song Yi was moving bricks, there were few people in this vicinity, and no matter how loud the movement was, no one heard it.

He wouldn't tell Ah Tang that he bought the right door, the right door, the right and left houses of this house.

There was nothing one meter down, and Song Yi persuaded Fang Zongtang to give up.

"Ah Tang, forget it, there are already a lot of them in the house. This family, where can they be so rich. ”

With a bang, something was shoveled.

She turned her head and looked at Song Yi with a smile: "Your mouth still has some effect." ”

Song Yi: What's the use? Is the good not the good, the bad?

"Ah Tang, I'll dig it, you can rest for a while."

She was not hypocritical, and threw the shovel directly to Song Yi.

"You say, will the few small western-style buildings around here also hide treasures?"

Song Yi shook his hand, and hurriedly smiled and said, "Probably not, both sides were newly built later." ”

She glanced at Song Yi: Lying again~

"You dig here, I'll dig the foot of the wall!"

Song Yi silently sped up.

She spent the whole afternoon in the yard, digging and digging!

In the evening, a total of three ash cabinets, a jar, and four large chests of camphor wood were dug up.

It is full of antiques, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, bronze, pottery, jade and jade!

Song Yi was tired enough this afternoon, and he felt more tired than when he was chased by a dog for two mountains before.

"Ah Tang, are these donations?"

Fang Zongtang looked at the things piled up in the yard, she didn't expect that there would be so many fish that slipped through the net.

It's still a big fat fish.

"It's a newcomer, so don't be too conspicuous."

Song Yi understood, and called Liu Jin to move things into the house.

The two of them moved for more than an hour, but they didn't finish moving.

Fortunately, Huang Lin and Ma Can found it.

Seeing the two of them, Liu Jin was almost moved to cry.

It's easy to move in, but you have to bury it.

Such a big hole, if he and Brother Song fill it, they will have to be exhausted!

Huang Lin and Ma Can also stiffened when they saw the things in the living room.

Brother Zongtang is where he goes, where is his fortune going!

Originally, I wanted to ask if I had eaten, but now~

Let's bury the pit first!

The yard is planed like this, if people can see it, it will be repaid!

Fang Zongtang found something good from the porcelain, a small blue and white courtyard in the pastoral style of the Ming Dynasty!

Thatched huts, small fences, persimmon trees, chicken coops, cow houses, pig houses, and a family of five in the yard eat around the dining table.

The pigs and cows are here, but the chickens are gone!

Could it be the blue and white chicken she took back yesterday?

That's a coincidence.

Turning over the bottom of the pastoral wind, there are still words.