Er Laizi subconsciously wiped the surface of the coin with his sleeve, and the four words "Guangxu Yuanbao" were faintly visible under the dirt.
What was even more shocking was that when he dug away the layer of poisonous mud, he actually found a half-buried pottery jar - what was exposed at the cracked mouth of the jar was not stagnant water, but neatly stacked silver ingots, with a few rusty iron arrowheads stuck in the corners.
Their ancestors were really good at hiding things. They actually hid all the good things in places like this.
It’s a pity that there are still many staff members from the county outside, watching us with great concern.
This thing should be handed over to the state.
But to be honest, it would be a lie to say that I don't have any greed in my heart.
In the past, Er Laizi would have definitely hidden these benefits and waited until all these people left before explaining them to Zhao Wei.
Unfortunately, things are different now. He is no longer the poor and stingy ordinary villager, but a person who eats the emperor's food. After hesitating for only a few seconds, he decisively had the discoveries, along with the silt, carried up.
As expected, the people above were already going wild when they saw these good things.
Everyone looked at the treasure and exclaimed that they had made a fortune.
Zhao Wei asked someone to fetch a basin of water, cleaned up the things, and then called an accountant to record the number of all the items.
He did not hide anything during the whole process, which naturally led to the staff praising him for his noble character and putting many big hats on his head.
At this time, someone said with a smile: "President Zhao, you have made a great contribution. If this is reported, it will be enough for our county museum to hold a special exhibition!"
"You will be promoted to a higher position in the future, and your title will be increased in no time!"
"Please don't forget to help us when the time comes! We will learn a lot from you in the future!"
Zhao Wei looked at him deeply, then said calmly: "Learning is fine, but as for support - it should be everyone present who supports a young man like me."
He acted very pretentiously, but in fact he was just being casual and perfunctory.
You know, he is a man with a background now. He usually uses this Elm Dun as a cover and looks ordinary.
But in fact, he would still follow Captain Zhou secretly and take on more difficult cases.
It’s not that he was asked to take the lead and rush to the front line.
The most important thing is that he needs to provide some advice and lend a hand when necessary.
This made him a little excited.
He doesn't want to be disciplined.
People above him value his ability and respect his choice.
Naturally, he would not let this love down. He would try his best to learn everything he has learned and repay this trust.
However, when cleaning the last valuable antique, a crushed bronze badge rolled out.
"Tongshun Trading Company" is engraved on the front, and a camel carrying goods is on the back - this is the logo of an underground cultural relic dealer active in the northwest border that was on the smuggling list given by Captain Zhou three months ago.
Their village is so far away from that place, how could there be such a thing?
All I know is that recently some people have been secretly exchanging antiques and then transporting them to the border.
This kind of thing must naturally be dealt with resolutely.
"Who threw this thing into the well?" Zhao Wei's voice suddenly turned cold.
There was a young man in the crowd who was watching the fun. His face suddenly turned pale and he suddenly pushed the people around him and tried to run away.
Several of Zhao Wei's disciples reacted very quickly and locked his throat and pinned him to the ground.
But nothing could be found on him.
"Tell me quickly, who are you? Are you colluding with antique dealers from outside?"
"Where is your lair? Tell the truth now, or I'll put you in jail for life!"
…
This sudden scene frightened not only the county staff.
Even the people in the village were so scared that they began to plead for mercy.
"What are you doing? We watched Sanzi grow up. He has never done anything out of line. Let him go!"
"You are doing evil! You can't fabricate facts out of thin air and wrongly accuse good people!"
…
The young man named Sanzi pretended to be pitiful and aggrieved and started crying to Zhao Wei.
"Boss, I know I'm not very capable and you don't like me."
"But you can't take revenge on me for personal gain!"
…
Haha, upon hearing this, Zhao Wei had already determined that this person was stirring up trouble and directing the villagers' anger to his own advantage.
The more he acts like this, the more he must be trying to cover up something.
Zhao Wei did not explain anything, but just stared at the young man for a long time. When the other party felt very nervous and uneasy, he suddenly squatted down.
Use your fingers to pick up the thread on his collar.
It was a piece of dark red silk thread, exactly the same material as the silk thread used to tie up wooden boxes of cultural relics in the smuggling cases he had come across.
"Go to Sanzi's house and dig!"
Zhao Wei suddenly gave the order.
Several apprentices immediately picked up shovels and rushed to the west end of the village.
The third son's pupils suddenly shrank and his struggling movements became more intense.
"What do you want to do? Stop it, I told you to stop, do you hear me..."
"Why did you dig up my house? You are breaking the law. I will sue you, you bastards who look down on others..."
He was cursing loudly and he wished he could just rush up and stab Zhao Wei with a knife.
The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment. Some of them whispered, "Could President Zhao have made a mistake? Sanzi is such a coward. How could he have done anything illegal?"
"This is a bit of bullying. It's disheartening for the president to do this!"
…
They thought that if one day Zhao Wei came to dig up their house like he did to the third son, someone would really die.
Unfortunately, no matter what the people in the village do, they will not go against Zhao Wei.
They still trust Zhao Wei quite a bit. At least, he hasn't made any mistakes since he took office.
Maybe... they overestimated Sanzi?
They won't do anything rash until everything is settled.
About half an hour later, the villagers who had gone to the west end of the village to witness the excavation results came running over anxiously.
"We dug out a lot of stuff. Oh my god, there are so many good things buried in Sanzi's house. It's incredible, incredible!"
Several of Zhao Wei's apprentices dug out three pottery jars also covered with mud from under an old tree in his home.
After prying it open, it was found to be filled with bronze fragments, each with a small camel mark on the bottom.
At this point the evidence is irrefutable and there is no way to deny it.
The third son slumped on the ground, muttering to himself, "I shouldn't have listened to them... I shouldn't have... I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
"Who are you listening to?" Zhao Wei squatted in front of him, his voice low but with an unquestionable sense of oppression.
The third son suddenly broke down and cried: "It was Boss Zhou from the provincial capital! He said that if I could help hide something, he would treat my father's illness..."
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