Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Wang An and Huang Zhong had been digging for less than half an hour when, as they approached a small tree, they heard a clanging sound from the tip of their forks. Wang An felt the tip of the fork hit a hard object.

Wang An's heart leaped with joy, and Huang Zhong, who was busy at work, immediately asked:
"Brother, did you find something while digging?"

Wang An nodded, smiling broadly, and said:
"Yeah, there's definitely something in here, but I don't know what it is."

Huang Zhong had no interest in cleaning up the debris. He just leaned on the shovel handle and stared excitedly at the source of the sound.

After Wang An finished speaking, he carefully cleared away the withered grass and rotten leaves around the hard object, and soon a small jar about 20 centimeters in diameter was exposed to the two of them.

However, only half of the jar was buried in the soil.

Noticing Huang Zhong's eager face, Wang An chuckled and tapped the jar with his chin, saying:

"What are you still looking at? Peel it out!"

Huang Zhong chuckled sheepishly, bent down, grabbed the rim of the jar, and tried to pull it up, but couldn't budge it. He couldn't help but mutter:

"Brother, this jar is frozen to the ground. Wait for me to pry it off."

As he spoke, Huang Zhong casually picked up an iron shovel, about to dig into the bottom of the jar, when Wang An waved his hand and said:

"Hey, why bother prying it open? No need to go through all that trouble, just watch me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang An kicked the jar.

Surprisingly, the jar was frozen quite firmly to the ground, and Wang An managed to kick it off even though he didn't dare to use too much force.

But these are all minor matters. Wang An muttered with considerable surprise:
"Holy crap, this thing is pretty sturdy."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Wang An kicked him again with his big foot.

This time, Wang An used a lot of force, kicking the jar, which was only half buried in the ground, right off the ground.

Huang Zhong stepped forward and took out the small jar.

Judging from Huang Zhong's grimacing expression, this small jar, only 20 centimeters in diameter and less than 30 centimeters in height, is actually quite heavy.

Seeing this, Wang An was also filled with curiosity and hurriedly said:
"Quickly open it up and see what good stuff is inside."

Huang Zhong agreed, brushed away the loose soil and fallen leaves from the jar lid, and took out his knife to make a cut on the sealing wax around the jar lid.

Looking at this jar, Wang An immediately thought of the six jars he had dug out of Wei Cheng's doghouse a couple of years ago.

These people are really strange. They like to put anything they want to hide in jars, then seal the jar lids with wax, and finally bury them.

Under Wang An's watchful eye, Huang Zhong quickly opened the jar.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Zhong took the contents of the jar out.

When Wang An saw what Huang Zhong took out, half of his previous excitement immediately vanished.

Because this jar contains nothing but ugly, dark-skinned silver ingots and silver coins buried in the ground.

These things are very valuable in later generations, with each one selling for ten or twenty thousand, or even twenty or thirty thousand.

But now it's not worth much money; one piece is worth at most a few dozen yuan, and it's hard to even get a hundred.

It's worth noting that although gold prices have surged this year, they're still only around 30 yuan per gram. It's expected to rise to around 40 yuan per gram by the end of the year.

As Huang Zhong took silver ingots out of the jar, he frowned and asked Wang An curiously:
"Brother, what are all these things?"

Clearly, Huang Zhong had never seen real ancient silver ingots or silver bars before. Wang An, picking his teeth, looked at the silver ingots and said:
"These are the legendary silver ingots and silver bars, the so-called silver you see on TV."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhong said in great surprise:

"Aren't the silver ingots on TV all shaped like little boats with a ball in the middle? Why do they all look like this? They're so ugly."

Wang An nodded and said:

"Not only are they ugly, but they're also not worth much. They're only worth thirty or forty yuan a piece, and you have to find someone willing to buy them, otherwise you can't sell them."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhong's previous passion and excitement vanished instantly, but he still said with great pleasure:
"Thirty or forty yuan is fine too. I checked, and it's 21 yuan for a whole set, big and small. If it's 30 yuan a piece, we can sell it for more than 600 yuan."

Wang An nodded, and said somewhat listlessly:
"Alright, put it away. Let's keep digging and see if that old bastard Song Ping has hidden anything else."

Huang Zhong put all 21 silver ingots back into the jar, put the lid back on, and the two of them continued digging.

Soon, the familiar clanging sound came again.

With the jar of silver ingots as a prelude, Wang An and Huang Zhong were not as excited this time.

Wang An wasn't excited because he felt that with Song Ping's strength, the things he had hidden were probably nothing special, just ordinary things or things that weren't worth much money.

There was no other way. On the 6th, Wang An, Wang Li, and Mu Xueli earned 16 yuan in just one day, so naturally, Wang An wasn't very interested in something worth only a few hundred yuan.

Huang Zhong wasn't as excited because he noticed that Wang An seemed quite disappointed with the treasure hunt.

If the older brother isn't happy, how can the younger brother be happy?

This jar was rather slender, but quite tall. It took Wang An and Huang Zhong quite a bit of effort to pry it out.

After breaking the wax seal, Huang Zhong looked at the contents of the jar with surprise on his face. Soon, he pulled out the long, strip-shaped objects wrapped in cotton cloth.

Wang An was also quite puzzled when he saw this. He squatted down, picked up a cotton bag at random, and opened it.

After opening the cotton cloth, there was a layer of plastic sheeting inside, or more accurately, a plastic bag. After opening the plastic bag, there was medical gauze inside.

However, by this time, Wang An had figured out what was wrapped in those layers.

That's right, it's bone, a club bone.

If Wang An wasn't mistaken, it was tiger bone or leopard bone, but thinking of the old mountain dog who sold the tiger skin to Song Ping, Wang An felt that it was definitely tiger bone.

Wang An's smile immediately blossomed like a chrysanthemum.

This is tiger bone!

Of all animal bones, this one has the highest medicinal value and is also the most valuable.

Wang An said excitedly:
"That old bastard Song Ping has finally started hiding something decent, hahaha."

Huang Zhong quickly asked:

"Big brother, what's this?"

Wang An glanced at Huang Zhong and said with delight:

"If I'm not mistaken, this is tiger bone, hahahaha." (End of Chapter)