Chapter 130

——【Great, the police just left, and they'll have to come again. Though it seems like a different batch of police today.】

——【These three people don't even know they've already walked through the gates of hell. Thanks to Fang Yang stopping in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.】

——【Mortar shells are out, can the mortar be far behind? I'm wondering if there are even more awesome things underneath.】

Very quickly, a worker ran over holding pliers and other tools.

Panting, he handed them to Fang Yang.

Fang Yang took the pliers and forcefully cut the latch on top.

With a click, the latch broke.

The box could be opened easily.

Everyone looked at the box nervously, wanting to know if it really contained mortar shells.

Fang Yang slowly opened the ammunition box.

What met their eyes wasn't shells.

But a whole box of mud.

The workers looked at each other and didn't hesitate to reach in and dig.

As a result, they hadn't dug much before they suddenly touched a hard, oval object.

Looking closely, it was exactly a mortar shell stuck in the ammunition box.

"Holy crap!"

The worker was so scared he retreated backward, landing on his butt on the ground.

At this moment, they thought back to what Fang Yang had said earlier.

Cold sweat couldn't help but break out.

If they had really shoveled down, they would probably be dead by now.

"That was close!"

"Yeah, just thinking about it makes me shudder!"

"Damn it, so unlucky. The valuable stuff was taken by the police, and all the stuff left for us is useless!"

Hearing this, Fang Yang sneered.

The most valuable things were thrown away by you as trash.

You can only blame yourselves for not having a system.

"Boss, you'd better call the police again. We can't handle this thing."

The farm owner nodded: "Okay!"

After saying that, he took out his phone and dialed the police again.

Just at this moment, Chen Feng drove his car to the scene.

Accompanying him were several archaeological staff.

Xu Fang and the others didn't come today; they were probably still studying the ancient tomb complex from yesterday.

However, Fang Yang didn't intend to call them either; it was more comfortable communicating with young people like Chen Feng.

Chen Feng greeted him from afar: "Fang Yang!! Did you dig up something good again? The thing I look forward to most every day is you calling me!"

Fang Yang was speechless: "I don't even know if you're complimenting me or insulting me with that!"

"No, no, you are the great god of our archaeological world. You might not know, but many people now hang your photo in their homes to worship!"

"What?" Fang Yang was stunned: "You're not joking, are you?"

"I'm not lying to you. Many people say that if you worship you at home, you'll definitely pass your certification exams!"

The cameraman was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Is it that exaggerated?"

Chen Feng laughed: "That's all superstition, but I have to say, Fang Yang, your popularity is truly too high. And in the few times you've made a move, you've brought too much shock to our archaeological world, so it's normal for them to worship you. Actually... I'm your fan too!"

——【Holy crap, Fang Yang is being hung on walls? He's only 20, and he's already on the wall. Does this save him 80 years of detours?】

——【To the person above, do you assume he'll definitely live to be 100? What if it only saves him 70 years of detours?】

——【Fang Yang has indeed dug up quite a few cultural relics, and they are all unique items. It's not an exaggeration to say he's been deified in the archaeological world.】

——【Actually, Fang Yang has already been deified in the live-streaming world. Which internet celebrity now dares to say their traffic is higher than his? They don't even dare to compare.】

Fang Yang rolled his eyes at Chen Feng's teasing.

He walked to the excavator and picked up the Yuan Dynasty beer bottle from it, handing it over.

"Here... this is the treasure I dug up. Take a look yourself!"

Seeing the item Fang Yang handed over, Chen Feng was stunned for a moment: "Are you sure it's this?"

Fang Yang nodded with a bitter smile: "Yes!"

"Okay, you say it's a cultural relic, I believe you, it definitely is! Let me study it first, don't tell me the answer yet."

Now the workers nearby were confused.

"Boss? Could that really be a treasure?"

"How would I know? If this really is a treasure, I might as well find a place to hang myself."

Fang Yang just watched quietly.

Chen Feng and the accompanying archaeological experts carefully observed the bottle.

After watching for a while, they couldn't help but exclaim: "This... this is actually glazed glass?"

Fang Yang smiled; it looked like they had figured it out.

But the farm owner didn't know what glazed glass was and asked suspiciously: "Expert, isn't this just a beer bottle?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "I'm not sure what era it's from yet, but I can be certain that it is indeed a cultural relic, and it's very valuable glazed glass!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the farm owner stumbled and landed on his butt in the mud.

His eyes were hollow, and he muttered to himself: "What have I done!"

Even the two workers behind were full of disbelief.

They never dreamed that this beer bottle was actually a priceless cultural relic.

At this moment, they wished they could gouge out their own eyes and stomp on them a few times.

Fang Yang looked at their state and shook his head with a smile.

Even if they knew, so what? This thing still had to be turned over to the state.

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Chen Feng kept looking at the wine bottle in his hand and finally spoke: "Fang Yang, what exactly is this thing?"

Fang Yang's expression was strange: "I don't know either, I guess it's a beer bottle!"

"Stop joking. This is the first time I've seen this kind of cultural relic. Could it be that China's beer bottles were designed based on it?"

"That's actually possible! As for what it was used for, I really don't know!"

——【Holy crap, I've really learned something today. It seems the design of beer bottles can be traced back to the Yuan Dynasty.】

——【Got it. Later, I'll tear the label off my beer bottle and sell it to an antique dealer, telling him it's from the Yuan Dynasty.】

——【To the person above, I'll bring a bottle of beer to the hospital to visit you when that happens!】

——【I said it before, whatever Fang Yang digs up, if he says it's something, just believe it. Even if it's dog shit, if he tells you it's gold, you have to believe it!】

——【It's truly outrageous. I estimate that if this thing were left on the street, it would still be there in a month, unless it was smashed by some brat.】

——【I suddenly remembered that my grandfather's room seems to have a box of beer bottles of this color and shape. I must hurry and send them for appraisal. What if they are treasures! Then I'll be rich!】

Chen Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, feeling that the cultural relic in his hand was very rare.

Those who don't understand archaeology generally can't see its true form.

Not long after, the police car also arrived at the scene.

The three men and one woman from before got out of the car.

Captain Feng walked over and looked at the shell on the ground, his brow furrowed: "Mortar shell!"

The moment he saw it just now, it gave him a fright.

Judging from the one currently cleared out, its degree of integrity was still very high.

It was already covered in rust, and precisely because of this, it would become very fragile and especially easy to detonate.