Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 143 There are many treasures buried in the backyard of my old house
"Brother Wang, what did you get? It stinks even more than the cheese I bought!"

Su Jiahe only felt the smell of stinky socks that had been soaked in slop for 49 days entering her nostrils. She quickly held her breath, ran to the door, opened it, and then breathed a few breaths of relief.

The others also fled in all directions. The youngest, Liu Ziluan, simply picked up the blanket on the sofa and covered his mouth and nose with it.

He Shuangqing endured the stench, took another garbage bag, and quickly threw the can into it.

"Impossible! How can canned fish smell so bad? I've eaten canned sardines before, and they're quite delicious. Could it be that we've encountered a dishonest merchant selling spoiled food?"

Wang Mang took an unopened can of fish next to him and carefully looked at the production date and expiration date on it.

"It's not expired. How about I open another can and try."

"Don't!" Su Jiahe was quick-witted and ran over to snatch the can from Wang Mang's hand and scanned the text on it.

"This is not canned sardines, it's canned herrings." Su Jiahe was speechless.

"Herring? Isn't it also a fish? I have never seen a fish that smells so bad." Wang Mang was puzzled as to why he bought such a smelly fish.

"Brother Wang, you don't know that canned herrings are notoriously smelly."

"No way, is there anyone who buys such smelly cans there?"

"Other people may be used to it, but people who have never eaten it usually can't get used to it." Su Jiahe said, throwing all the cans of the same packaging into the trash can.

"Oh, what's going on? I wanted to bring back some local specialties for everyone to try, but my good intentions ended up doing something bad." Wang Mang was a little annoyed.

"Uncle, it's okay. We appreciate your kindness." He Shuangqing said.

"Don't call me uncle, just call me brother, it's more consistent this way."

After two rounds of biological and chemical weapons attacks, no one dared to open the remaining food easily. Su Jiahe took out her phone and translated all the product packaging she had brought back.

"Brother Wang, this is also bought by you, right?" Su Jiahe asked as he picked up a can.

"Yeah, I can't understand the words on it either, but judging by the pattern, it should be a sparrow. Let me tell you, roasted sparrows are delicious, and smoked ones are also good."

"Brother Wang, this is not a sparrow, it's a pickled auk." Su Jiahe placed the translation result in front of Wang Mang.

"Puffin? That should be about the same. This is edible." Wang Mang said as he was about to open the can.

"Stop, stop, stop! I've heard of pickled puffins. This must not be opened. Throw it away immediately." Su Jiahe's tone was very firm.

Hearing Su Jiahe say this, everyone subconsciously covered their mouths and noses and took a few steps back, fearing that they would be attacked again.

"What's wrong? Does this also stink?" Wang Mang asked, holding the can.

"Brother Wang, do you know how to make pickled puffins?"

"How?"

"The puffins were not processed at all. They were stuffed whole, including their feathers and internal organs, into the seal's stomach. After fermenting for three to five months, they were taken out, plucked of their feathers and eaten raw."

"Also, people would suck out the viscera from the excreta first, and then slowly eat the meat and bones."

As Su Jiahe spoke, she almost vomited out the food she had eaten the previous night.

"No way, how could anyone eat like this?" Wang Mang was a little unconvinced.

"If you don't believe it, see for yourself."

Su Jiahe searched for a video of the process of making pickled puffins. After Wang Mang and others watched it, they were all stunned.

"Throw it away quickly!" Daji picked up the jar of pickled puffins and threw it into the trash can.

"You see, even Daji can't stand these foods." Su Jiahe said.

"Hey, Sister Su, what do you mean by that? I don't eat swill, okay?" Daji said, looking aggrieved. "Sigh, the scenery there is like a painting, but the food is more and more horrifying than the last," Wang Mang said, puzzled.

"The climate in Northern Europe is cold, and there are few types of crops. They are also difficult to preserve in winter, so we can only use animal offal to supplement vitamins. That's why we invented the method of eating pickled puffins," Su Jiahe explained.

After a while, the strange smell in the room finally dissipated, but no one had any appetite.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't look at the packaging carefully when I bought the things. I'll treat everyone to a big meal another day." Wang Mang said very apologetically.

"Forget it, Brother Wang, you just came back not long ago, where would you get the money?"

"You forgot, I was doing business before I traveled through time."

"I know, but sixteen years have passed, and your original assets should have been disposed of."

"You don't know this," Wang Mang lowered his voice, his face mysterious, "I have buried many treasures in the backyard of my old house, and no one knows about it except me."

"Ah? I didn't expect you to have a trick up your sleeve," Su Jiahe asked in surprise. "Where is your old house?"

"In Daming County, more than 400 kilometers away from here."

"That's not far. I'll take you there tomorrow."

The next day, Su Jiahe drove Wang Mang to the old house.

"I remember that Wang Mang's ancestral home in history was also Daming County."

"Yes, everything is so coincidental. Maybe it is because we are so similar in every aspect that I traveled through time and space and became him." Wang Mang smiled.

At dusk, under Wang Mang's guidance, Su Jiahe finally found his old house. Due to years of disrepair, the outer wall of the house was full of cracks, and the yard was overgrown with half-human-high weeds.

"It's been sixteen years, and it's still the same." Wang Mang looked at the old house and couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Wang, is there anyone you know in your hometown?" Su Jiahe asked.

"No, it's gone long ago." Wang Mang shook his head.

"I'm an orphan. All my relatives left me when I was twelve. I was very withdrawn when I was young and didn't interact with others much. I went out on my own in my twenties."

"Alas, it's not easy for you either." Su Jiahe couldn't help but feel sympathy for him.

"Okay, you don't have to feel sad for me. I'm doing fine. It's getting dark soon, so let's get started. But be careful, don't let anyone see us."

"Don't worry, Brother Wang. I don't think there are many people here."

Since entering the village, Su Jiahe has only seen a few scattered old people and children, and many courtyards have even been deserted.

The two men took out the shovels and lights they had prepared in advance from the trunk and walked to the backyard.

"Brother Wang, do you still remember where you buried the treasure?"

"Look, there's a big locust tree outside the wall. My treasure is hidden under the shade of the tree."

After determining the location, the two began digging a hole on the spot.

"Jiahe, don't use too much force, or you might break the box." Wang Mang warned.

"No, I don't have the strength anyway." The ground was hard, and Su Jiahe spent a long time digging out a small handful of soil, and his arms were sore.

"Forget it, it seems you can't do rough work, go and stand guard for me."

Su Jiahe immediately put the shovel aside and walked to the gate of the yard to guard it.

Two hours later, the lid of the box was finally revealed.

(End of this chapter)