After finishing digging the ground, Chen Feng stood up to catch his breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.
Only then did he realize that he hadn't just been tilling the ground.
Chen Feng chuckled to himself, realizing that he never did this kind of work at home, yet he still couldn't escape this fate even after coming here.
Squatting down to switch to a shovel, Chen Feng began shoveling soil, one shovelful at a time.
The goods arrived quite quickly this time, and Chen Feng picked them out in no time.
As they dug through the soil, the detector went silent after a ball of soil fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Chen Feng immediately realized that the item was inside the clay ball. He reached out and picked it up, slowly kneading the clay like he was opening a blind box.
As he kneaded, Chen Feng felt a small hard lump inside the clay ball. With anticipation, he raised an eyebrow and looked into his palm.
Slowly, I opened my palm, and a dark yellow object appeared in it.
Seeing this color, Chen Feng smiled with satisfaction.
Regardless of size, anything yellow is better than white!
After rubbing off the dirt, Chen Feng weighed the gold nugget in his hand. It wasn't very big, but Chen Feng estimated it was worth more than a thousand yuan.
The gold nuggets were being put into small bottles. It's worth mentioning that the first bottle containing gold was already full, and Chen Feng was now filling the second one.
The second one was about a quarter full of Chen Feng's stuff.
After sealing the bottle tightly, Chen Feng carried the things and continued walking inside.
As long as there is a harvest, the scratches from the grass will not have been in vain.
Just as he was thinking this, a blade of grass, like a tripwire, landed in front of Chen Feng's calf. As he walked, the grass hit his calf directly.
"Hiss, Wang Defa!"
Chen Feng felt a sharp pain, lifted his right leg to look at it, and found a scratch on his calf.
He really felt like cursing. Why was there so much grass growing here? Even though he was being very careful, he still got scratched twice.
If I had known there were so many thorny weeds here, I would have worn long pants today instead of woolen shorts.
Pushing the blade of grass aside, Chen Feng carefully walked forward.
The system beeped as I passed a bush.
"bite!"
“There is precious metal within a four-meter radius of the host!”
Chen Feng stopped when he heard the sound, looked around, and stroked his chin as he looked at the bush next to him.
Could it be that this thing just happened to be crushed by this bush?
Of course, this time it wasn't Chen Feng's intuition; he was simply guessing.
With this in mind, Chen Feng picked up the detector and began to probe. As he probed line by line, a bad premonition gradually rose in Chen Feng's heart.
Because he had almost explored the entire area of the painting, and the detector showed no sign of beating.
A few minutes later, Chen Feng had completely explored the area. Looking at the weeds covering the ground, he couldn't help but slap his forehead.
"Seriously? Are we digging our own grave again???"
This is unlike sandy land, where you can just dig straight down. But in grassy areas, you have to clear away the weeds and other vegetation before you can dig a hole.
Chen Feng plopped down, lit a cigarette, and prepared for the big battle to come.
At the same time, Chen Feng looked at the ground and couldn't help but think that he had encountered three such deep deposits in just the past few days.
How much business did I miss out on before I upgraded my system?
The deeper the cargo is, the larger the cargo becomes—this is a universally acknowledged principle.
The thought of this filled Chen Feng with immense heartache; those were all his goods!
After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Chen Feng stubbed it out, stood up, took off his backpack, spat twice into his palm, grabbed a pickaxe, and started swinging it.
With each forceful swing, grass blades flew everywhere and dirt billowed.
This time, Chen Feng didn't dig in one spot, but instead dug a trench straight in the middle of a four-meter radius.
This way, we can probe as much area as possible. If we can find the goods in the ditch, it will save us the trouble of not having to check other areas.
After finishing digging a ditch, Chen Feng was covered in sweat. He threw the pickaxe on the ground, took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, and drank it all in one gulp.
There's absolutely no need to worry about not being able to drink water immediately after strenuous exercise, or about it causing your lungs to burst.
The water had been kept warm in my backpack for a while, so there was no chance for it to burst.
After finishing his water, Chen Feng tossed the bottle aside, picked up the detector, and began to probe the ditch.
Chen Feng probed very carefully and slowly, so as not to miss a single sound.
Chen Feng slowly advanced forward with the detector in hand. Just as he reached the bush, he heard an unusual sound in his earpiece.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully probed the area. The sound would get louder each time he approached a bush, and would disappear when he moved it away.
Alright, the location of the goods has been determined; it's right below the bushes.
The good news is that I found the location of the goods on my first try, saving me a lot of effort by not having to dig up any other land.
The bad news is that I have to dig up trees again.
Chen Feng took a deep breath, picked up the pickaxe again, and vigorously dug around the bushes, preparing to dig out all the weeds first so that he could dig out the tree later.
The idea was nice, but the reality was harsh. The roots of wild grass and trees were intertwined in the soil, extremely tough and difficult to dig out.
Moreover, muddy soil is different from sandy soil. It seems that muddy soil is more nutritious, as the shrubs grow vigorously and have extremely developed roots.
Chen Feng spent a long time digging in just one small area, and it took a lot of effort to cut off all the roots.
In such a small area, Chen Feng would need to cut at least three more sections to pull out the shrub.
"call…"
Chen Feng stood up, lifting the pickaxe with one hand. He took a deep breath, stretched his legs a little, and muttered to himself.
"For such a huge project, you'd be doing me a disservice if you didn't spend at least 100,000 or 200,000 yuan."
After saying that, Chen Feng squatted down again and began to dig up the bushes next to him.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Feng finally dug up everything around the shrub and cut off all the roots.
Now all we need to do is keep digging into the soil to pull the tree out. It's so much easier than cutting off the roots before.
At that moment, Chen Feng threw down his pickaxe, lay down on the grass, and gasped for breath.
He was exhausted. Digging in the soil under the scorching sun in temperatures over 30 degrees Celsius was no joke.
After resting for a while, Chen Feng sat up, pulled over his backpack, and took out a bottle of mineral water. When he saw the Huoxiang Zhengqi Water he had brought, Chen Feng hesitated for a moment and then took out a bottle.
He bit open the bottle, popped the contents into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.
Although Chen Feng felt okay, he was a little dizzy because he was tired and hot, but he felt he would feel better after resting for a while.
But it's always good to be prepared, and it can't hurt to have one.
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