Chen Feng also crossed his arms and looked at the bumper, feeling that it was slightly crooked.

"Grandpa, do you think the right side is a bit high?" Chen Feng asked.

"It seems so. The left shoelace must be loose, that's why it's like this." The old man thought so too, and analyzed the reason.

"Shall we re-tie the left side as well?" Chen Feng asked, turning his head.

"Forget it, we'll deal with it when it falls off. Let's switch places first, then get to work. It's cool in the morning," the old man said, getting into the car to set off.

Seeing that the old man had said so, Chen Feng got back into the car, and the two drove forward for a while, with the old man leading the way.

It's worth mentioning that the old man's car took several tries to start, and the engine was barely making a clanging noise.

The old man walked in front of Chen Feng, with black smoke billowing out of the exhaust pipe behind him.

Chen Feng smiled subconsciously when he saw this scene.

"Grandpa, this car... is not very environmentally friendly."

The two drove leisurely for more than ten minutes before the old man stopped the car, and Chen Feng stopped next to him. The two of them got out of the car.

"Have breakfast first, then you can get back to work," the old man said as he came downstairs.

"Okay, I'll wash my face first." Chen Feng opened the trunk lid, took out a basin, and prepared to wash up first.

It was unclear whether the old man had finished washing up or not, but while Chen Feng was washing his face and brushing his teeth, the old man was already sitting there eating.

The old man didn't get up as early as yesterday; he was probably exhausted last night.

The key point is that even if the old man gets up late, he still gets up earlier than Chen Feng, which makes Chen Feng feel somewhat helpless.

If it weren't for the old man here, he would definitely have gotten up at six o'clock. Five o'clock is too early.

Chen Feng poured yesterday's leftovers together and cooked them on a windproof stove, which made things much easier.

The old man still makes the same old thing: pancakes with scallions. It's fine to eat this for breakfast; it's quick.

By the time the old man set off with the detector, Chen Feng's food had just been heated up.

"You keep eating, I'm leaving now," the old man said as he came over, fully dressed.

"Alright, sir, see you tonight," Chen Feng said with a smile, puffing on his cigarette.

Watching the old man walk away, Chen Feng took his lunchbox down and sat down by the car to eat.

After Chen Feng finished eating and got dressed, he checked the time and realized it had been almost half an hour since the old man left.

The key point is that it's only 5:47 now.

I estimate that Zheng Ping and the others have just gotten up.

After closing the carriage, Chen Feng shrugged and walked away with the detector in his hand.

Chen Feng had only taken a few steps when his system gave him a prompt.

He glanced around, smiled, and walked toward a spot he had his eye on.

I have to say, the old man chose a great place; there were goods right away. Looks like I'll have to let him choose again tomorrow.

Chen Feng squatted down, took out a shovel, and this time he didn't pull the grass out, but instead shoveled it out along with the soil.

Since the grass here isn't tall, the roots probably aren't very deep either, so you can just dig it out with a shovel.

Chen Feng shoveled out the soil one shovel at a time. When he felt the depth was about right, he pulled over the detector next to him and began shoveling the soil through.

After a few shovelfuls, the detector emitted a "whoosh~" sound.

Chen Feng shook the shovel and continued through the detector.

When there was still half a shovelful of soil left in the shovel, and Chen Feng saw that the goods were not coming out, he couldn't help but start digging around with his hands.

In a few moments, Chen Feng found a hard object in the soil.

Upon picking it up, I saw it was a small, grayish-white piece, probably worth around 120 or 130 yuan.

Although it wasn't gold, such a large silver ingot was still a good start. Chen Feng put the silver ingot away, picked up the detector, and continued walking forward.

After walking for about ten minutes, there were quite a few trees here, but they were all small trees, probably planted only a few years ago.

There were plenty of wild grasses on the ground, and they were all growing well. Just as Chen Feng was about to continue walking forward, the system beeped.

Chen Feng looked around, then picked up the detector and walked towards a certain place.

Because there were many weeds here, Chen Feng first bent down and pulled some weeds, trying to pull out as much as he could.

After he finished weeding, he squatted down, took out a pickaxe, and dug hard into the ground, preparing to break up all the grass roots before digging a hole with a small shovel.

Just as he dug for the second time, he suddenly unearthed something pink, which landed at Chen Feng's feet.

"What the hell is that?" Chen Feng frowned as he looked at the pink thing and poked at it with his pickaxe.

Upon closer inspection, Chen Feng realized it was a pair of pink underwear with lace trim.

The underwear was filthy, and even had holes in it.

"Damn it, how come there's still this thing here?" Chen Feng said with disgust, throwing the thing aside with his pickaxe.

After throwing it, Chen Feng rubbed the front of the pickaxe on the ground; he always felt that the thing was dirty.

"You're really playing dirty tricks, even losing your underwear. I just want to know how you're going to explain this when you get home," Chen Feng muttered.

There's no trash here, just a pair of underwear. No doubt, it must have been left behind by two villagers who were openly doing something exciting.

The key question is, how is this woman going to explain this when she gets home?

He said he was weeding in the field and accidentally pulled his own underwear off.

If his husbands don't find out, that's fine, but if they do, how would they feel?

His wife went out to do farm work and spun out her underwear.

If word gets out, how can I stay in the village? I'll be a laughingstock for life.

Tsk tsk tsk, Chen Feng could only say it was a pity he wasn't from this village, so he wouldn't be able to hear such interesting gossip.

Chen Feng continued digging at the spot with his pickaxe. This time, no men's underwear flew out; it was all dirt underneath, nothing strange at all…

Before Chen Feng could finish muttering to himself, his pickaxe dug up another thing.

It's still pink, a used barrier sprite.

"Go to hell! You tell me if I guessed right or wrong. I knew you were just looking for thrills."

Chen Feng tossed the elf aside and continued digging in the dirt.

This time he was careful not to dig up anything strange. It wouldn't matter if he dug it up, the key was that Chen Feng was digging behind him. If he dug too hard, it would be bad luck if something flew onto him.

Fortunately, this time there really wasn't any left. After Chen Feng felt that it was about time, he picked up a small shovel and started digging.

Shovel by shovel, they scooped out the goods in just a few shovelfuls.

Chen Feng shook the shovel and then passed it over the detector.

Even though there was still half a shovel of soil left, Chen Feng didn't touch it until he had shaken the contents out completely.

This is a silver coin, worth about seventy or eighty yuan.

He picked up the goods with a shovel, threw them onto another patch of land to rub them, and then rubbed the shovel and pickaxe together before finally putting the goods into the bottle.

Chen Feng was mainly disgusted by the mess. Knowing what others were doing there, and then joining in, gave him a nauseating feeling.

Is this considered a different kind of participation?