Chapter 129

The cameraman was also full of question marks; in his impression, Fang Yang didn't seem to drink alcohol.

Fang Yang shook his head with a bitter smile and pointed to the bottle in his hand: "If I said this thing is a priceless cultural relic, would you believe me?"

After saying this, Fang Yang felt it was superfluous. Nonsense, it would be a miracle if they believed it; he didn't even believe it himself. If he didn't trust the system, he would have absolutely thrown it away as a beer bottle.

The others were full of question marks!

"Young man, I know you're disappointed that the gold bar from earlier was confiscated by the police, but one must look forward. You can't let one incident keep you down. How about this, you take a break, and I'll get you a beer to moisten your throat?"

The others looked at Fang Yang's state, their faces filled with pity.

"Sigh~~ so young and already brain-damaged!"

Cameraman: "...."

——【To be honest, I believe Fang Yang, but I don't know if he's pranking or serious right now!】

——【Honestly, if this thing were left on the street, I'm afraid no one would even pick it up. Is this really a cultural relic? It's not that I don't believe Fang Yang, it's just really hard to believe!】

——【I'm dying of laughter. I specifically took out the beer bottle I drank earlier to look at it. Except for the color being a bit lighter than his, everything else looks exactly the same. This is a cultural relic? Do you think I'm blind!】

——【Don't say that, I just tore off the label of a Tsingtao Pure Draft and compared them; they are almost identical! I strongly suspect this is just a Tsingtao Pure Draft bottle!】

——【Often, the final facts always tell us that Fang Yang is right, but even knowing he is right, I still find it hard to convince myself.】

——【It's actually possible. Think about it, the excavator just shoveled it. If it were an ordinary beer bottle, it might have been smashed to pieces by that impact.】

Fang Yang looked at the few people with their "looking at a disabled person" expressions and helplessly shook his head.

At a time like this, he could only call a cultural relic expert.

He took out his phone and called Chen Feng.

"Hello, Fang Yang! Did you dig up something good again?"

"How did you know!"

"No need to guess. Where are you? I'll rush over immediately!"

"I'll send you the location!"

After hanging up, the people opposite looked at him with even more strange expressions.

The farm owner asked uncertainly: "Did you just call a cultural relic expert?"

"That's right!" Fang Yang nodded: "I already said, this is a cultural relic. Do you expect me to take it home myself?"

"If you like it, you really can take it home. We'll pretend we didn't see it. You keep this relic yourself!"

Seeing that he couldn't explain it clearly, Fang Yang couldn't be bothered to explain: "Enough talk, I'm going to keep digging!"

The farm owner immediately became anxious: "Young man, this doesn't count as a work-related injury! I won't compensate you for it later. Why don't you take a break first?"

Buzz buzz~~

Fang Yang ignored him and continued digging the mud on his own.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, the farm owner didn't continue, but he didn't leave either; he just kept staring.

He was truly afraid that something would happen to Fang Yang, and he would have to take responsibility.

Fortunately, nothing happened after digging for ten minutes or so.

However, right at this moment.

Pfft~~

The excavator dug up something again.

Everyone looked over with surprise once more.

You have to know, this was already the fifth thing dug up today, and it hadn't even been an hour yet.

If he dug for a whole day, he didn't dare to imagine it.

Fang Yang didn't hesitate to dig the object out of the soil.

A square box was dug out.

It looked to be about a dozen centimeters thick.

No one knew what was inside.

The farm owner ran over excitedly, picked up the box, and wanted to open it.

As a result, he found that the box's latch was severely rusted and couldn't be opened at all.

He simply took it to the water pipe to wash it first.

Very quickly, the mud on top faded away bit by bit.

Revealing its appearance.

At a glance, it didn't look like an ordinary box.

Everyone present was incredibly excited.

They all rushed to open it.

But no matter how hard they pulled, they couldn't open it. In the end, they looked at Fang Yang, asking him to help them smash it open.

Fang Yang didn't say a word; he turned the excavator around, raised the bucket, and was just about to smash it down.

Suddenly, he noticed the shape of this box; why did it look different?

Even through a pile of mud, even though it was all black rust and silt, he could roughly make out its shape.

It looked like an ammunition box!

Fang Yang immediately stopped the bucket from going down further.

He jumped down from the cab and walked over to take a look.

Sure enough!

The system immediately popped up a window.

【Name: Ammunition Box】

【Contains three mortar shells】

【Shell status: Not damaged, can be detonated normally】

【Model: 82mm mortar high-explosive shell, shell body dark gray, 5 driving bands, 6 tail fins, circular holes on the fins. The fuze is instantaneous, equipped with an external safety pin. The primer consists of an anvil and a percussion cap, with a "☆" mark on the bottom. Total shell length 345mm. This shell is suitable for various 81mm and 82mm mortars.】

After reading the introduction, Fang Yang's scalp went numb!

Damn it!

These guys actually wanted him to use the bucket to shovel it just now.

If he had really shoveled down.

He estimated that everyone present today would at least be missing an arm or a leg.

He might have been slightly better off hiding in the cab.

But the ones closest would be dead or crippled!

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

His eyes changed.

The farm owner next to him looked at Fang Yang suspiciously: "Young man, what's wrong with you? Open it!"

Fang Yang looked at him as if he were an idiot: "If you want to die, go die yourself, don't drag me into it!"

"No, what kind of talk is that? I was just concerned about you, why are you cursing people!"

"Hurry up and find a smaller tool; I suspect there are mortar shells inside!"

"Holy crap!"

"No way?"

"Is it real or fake? Don't scare me!"

Fang Yang said expressionlessly: "If these are really mortar shells, if I had shoveled down just now, you might be dead people right now. Do you still think I'm cursing you!"

"This... Boss, I'll go get the tools!"

"Good, I also want to see if it's a shell! Scared the hell out of me."

——【No need to guess, this is absolutely a shell. Isn't this obviously an ammunition box? Military enthusiasts should be able to recognize it at a glance.】

——【If he had really shoveled down just now, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to watch Fang Yang's live stream in the future.】

——【There's quite a lot of stuff under here today. He's dug up so many things in such a short time. A swamp really is different; there's so much stuff.】