Chapter 127

Five minutes later, the Cameraman and the farm owner were stunned.

Fang Yang couldn't help but laugh.

This was actually a military bugle!

And it was a well-preserved bugle; the trumpet at the front was still golden, though the pipe at the back had already changed color.

——【Haha, it's actually a bugle. I thought it was gold; it looked so much like it!】

——【Mainly because this is a swamp that hasn't been turned over by anyone for many years, so it's normal to have gold, but I'm curious why there's a bugle here.】

——【If it really were such a large piece of gold, then he'd be rich. But you can't hide what you've done, and it's no small matter if you get caught.】

——【My uncle is gold panning abroad, and usually, it's accumulated bit by bit. If you really dug up one this big, that would be too exaggerated!】

——【Don't even think about it. Even if you dig up gold in your own ancestral home, you have to turn it in, unless it's your own.】

——【Based on my understanding of Fang Yang, after digging up the bugle, he'll soon dig up a trumpet, a tuba, a saxophone, an erhu, a guzheng, and a cotton-ginning bow!!】

——【The one above, you've gone too far~~ Even a cotton-ginning bow? Does that even count as a musical instrument!】

The farm owner even held it to his mouth and blew on it.

As a result, he blew for a long time, his face turning red, but it only made the sound of blowing into a pipe.

In the end, he helplessly threw it to the side!

He spat and said: "I thought I'd picked up a treasure, but it turns out to be this thing!"

Fang Yang hurriedly advised: "Boss, this is a military bugle. You'd better not throw it around. If someone with bad intentions sees it, they'll cause trouble for you!"

The farm owner suddenly realized and hurriedly picked it up: "Yes, yes, yes, you're right. I'll take it home and keep it safe later."

Fang Yang turned his head and continued working.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm earlier.

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If he had really dug up gold, he wouldn't have known how to handle it.

He wasn't short of that little bit of money, but the problem was the farm owner.

If he wanted it, should he call the police or not?

Being a person is so hard!

At this time, the farm owner sent the bugle back to the house and walked over again, followed by several workers who had finished their work and came over to join the fun.

And Fang Yang seemed to know exactly what they wanted to see.

Ding~~~

He dug up something again!

The farm owner immediately perked up: "This time it won't be gold, right?"

Intuition told Fang Yang that it wasn't.

He operated the bucket and dug deeply into the spot where the sound had just come from.

Immediately, a long, thin object appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was covered in clay, a thick layer, and it was impossible to see what it was at all.

Fang Yang dug it up and sent it to the farm owner's side.

Fortunately, he had brought the water hose over earlier.

He immediately started cleaning it.

As the mud on it fell off bit by bit.

The workers behind exclaimed: "It's a gun!"

The farm owner was so scared he threw it to the ground.

Although there was still some mud that hadn't been cleaned off.

The stock and trigger of the gun could be clearly seen!

The surface of the gun was already covered in yellow rust, mixed with mud; it looked like it was scrapped.

Fang Yang jumped off the machine and walked over to take a look.

【Name: MP18 Submachine Gun / Kugelspritz】

【Type: Blowback-operated, a submachine gun put into mass combat use at the end of WWI】

【Data: Length: 815mm, Weight: 4.17kg, Caliber: 9X19mm, Feeding: 20/32-round magazine, Rate of fire: 400 rounds/min, Range: 150 meters】

【Status: Severely damaged, unusable, no danger】

【This gun has a simple structure, high fault tolerance, is lightweight, has fierce firepower, and great power. Its combat data meets expected standards, making it a good gun for close-quarters combat. During the war, it accidentally fell into the swamp and has been hidden deep underground ever since.】

Looking at the description, Fang Yang was a bit confused.

Especially the last few sentences, which were very interesting.

During the war, accidentally fell into a swamp?

Linking this to what the farm owner said earlier about this place being a swamp many years ago, and how, with the passage of time and human-made filling, it was now walkable.

But the soil was still in the form of a swamp.

Just how many things were buried under here, he really didn't know.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang felt cold sweat on his forehead.

He faintly felt that there might be a pile of things down here waiting for him to dig up.

——【Beautiful, starting off with a big one. It looks like the guns in that cave last time were too few; is he preparing to perform a big one for us?】

——【I suddenly thought of the Mao Xiong "digging party." There's everything in the swamps there, machine guns, grenades; it's said they often dig up bombs too.】

——【Who knows how many years the swamp has existed? God knows what's inside. Maybe he can even dig up cultural relics from it.】

——【Will he dig up a corpse today? Otherwise, his name as the "Corpse-Digging Immortal" wouldn't be well-earned.】

At this moment, the few people at the scene were at a loss looking at the gun on the ground.

In the end, the farm owner decided to call the police.

They couldn't handle this thing themselves; they had to let the police take it away.

Fang Yang sat back on the excavator and continued digging; after all, it was just a gun, and it wasn't dangerous, so he could continue working.

As the mud was continuously dug out, the mud pit at the scene grew larger and larger.

While digging, another "ding" sound came.

Everyone at the scene immediately became nervous.

"It won't be a gun again, right?"

"The sound sounds a bit like it!"

Just at this moment, the police also arrived at the scene, and four people got out of the car.

Three men and one woman, a middle-aged man, and three young people.

Fang Yang's mind was entirely on the spot where the sound had just come from.

He dug down again.

A small cylindrical iron bucket was dug up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Yang put it to the side.

The farm owner immediately took the water hose to clean it.

As the mud on it fell off bit by bit, an iron bucket resembling a milk powder can appeared.

The entire bucket was covered in rust, and even the lid was sealed shut by rust.

No matter how they pried, it wouldn't open.

Fang Yang took a look and said: "Put it on the ground!"

The farm owner immediately understood and placed it neatly on the grass.

Fang Yang then operated the bucket to press down on the iron bucket.

Poof~~

The workers swarmed over to see what was inside.