How did hiring someone to press a pig image during Chinese New Year become a top trend?

All I could see was the newly turned soil.

Half of a dark, indistinct object was visible.

It's not a stone.

It's not a tree root either.

It looks like a lump of iron.

It's rusted and covered in mud.

Its shape is... round and plump.

It's a bit like a...

Mines?

Or perhaps... a bomb?

Xu An's legs went weak instantly.

Xujia Village used to be a revolutionary base area where wars were fought.

It's common for war relics to be buried underground.

But what if this explodes...

This excavator can't fly!

Our canteen hasn't even been built yet, and we've already sent the whole village away?

Although the camera in the live stream was far away, it still managed to capture that black lump.

The live chat exploded.

[ID Bomb Disposal Expert]: Holy crap! What's that? Is it an aerial bomb?

[ID Too Handsome to Display]: Run! Blogger, run! If this thing goes off, the whole village will be feasting!

[ID Huixian Culture and Tourism]: @Li Daguo Protect the scene! Evacuate the crowd! I'm calling the SWAT team right away!

Li Daguo slowly stood up.

Her face was a little pale.

He turned his head and looked at Xu An.

He swallowed.

"Comrade Xu... Comrade Xu."

"What was that place... before?"

"What? There are still these things?"

Xu An was almost in tears.

"I don't know!"

"Sweet potatoes were grown here when I was a child!"

"I've never heard of anyone growing bombs!"

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Just as Li Daguo was preparing to order a full retreat.

Grandpa, who hadn't said a word.

It suddenly moved.

The old man tapped his pipe.

He rubbed the old cotton shoes on the ground.

then.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

Grandpa jumped straight into the pit, which was more than a meter deep.

"Sir! Don't move!"

Li Daguo's voice cracked from shouting.

"That's a dangerous item!"

Grandpa ignored him completely.

Walk up to that black lump.

Squat down.

He stretched out that withered hand.

I tapped it twice.

"Ding ding."

The voice sounded muffled.

It doesn't smell like gunpowder.

It does have a...sauerkraut smell?

Grandpa snorted.

He held the black lump in his arms.

With a sudden burst of force.

"Hey!"

That "bomb" that terrified millions of people.

Grandpa uprooted it.

He held it in his arms.

That wasn't a bomb at all.

That was a...

For pickling vegetables...

Earthenware jar.

It's just that it's been around for so long that it's covered in black mud.

It looks like a lump of iron.

Grandpa patted the mud off the jar.

A look of distress on his face.

"What a spendthrift!"

"I knew I couldn't find this jar."

"So that's where he was buried."

"This was buried by your great-grandmother."

"They said they were afraid the Japanese would come into the village and steal our food, so they buried the pickled radishes."

Grandpa looked up.

Looking at the group of people above who were dumbfounded.

And then there's that excavator, holding its bucket, looking as if it's questioning the meaning of life.

"What are you looking at?"

"Never seen aged pickled cabbage in a traditional jar before?"

"Pull me up here quickly!"

"This afternoon..."

"Let's add another dish for everyone!"

"Stir-fried dried radish with pork!"

wind.

A gentle breeze blows.

It took away the tension.

It left behind an awkward situation.

Xu An collapsed to the ground.

He was panting heavily.

He looked at the dark jar in his grandfather's arms.

I glanced at the rows of "hahahahaha" comments in the live stream.

He suddenly realized.

This is underground in Xujia Village.

Who knows how many more "surprises" are hidden inside?

Li Daguo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He gave Xu An a thumbs up.

"Comrade Xu."

"Your family's awareness of hoarding food..."

"That's hardcore!"

"This is preparation for war and famine!"

Xu An gave a wry smile.

He waved at the camera.

"Family members."

"It was a false alarm."

"It's not a bomb."

"It is... an intangible cultural heritage left by my great-grandmother."

"that……"

"Excavator operator."

"Please continue digging."

"Take it easy this time."

"I'm afraid I'll dig up another dinosaur egg."

In the live stream room.

Online users: 20+.

This moment.

Everyone was convinced of one thing.

This is Xujia Village.

Even digging.

They're all better than TV dramas!

[ID Archaeology Student]: Don't move! That jar might actually be an artifact!

[ID Old Altar Pickled Cabbage]: This is the real old altar pickled cabbage! Even Uni-President instant noodles would be moved to tears!

[ID wants to go to Xujia Village]: I want to eat my great-grandmother's pickled radish! [Link]! [Link]!

Xu An looked at the barrage of comments asking for links.

I quietly moved the phone stand back a little.

Up link?

Don't even think about it.

This is a treasure that Grandpa would protect with his life.

This is dried radish.

We need to save this for the cooks who built the canteen to help them recover.

after all.

This is the "Huixian speed".

That's really physically demanding.

The excavator's boom left black streaks in the air.

The roar of the engine startled even the birds in the Taihang Mountains, making them afraid to land.

Li Daguo truly lives up to his reputation as a man who signed a military overcoat... oh no, a military pledge.

That massive machine, weighing tens of tons, was handled with more agility in his hands than chopsticks in Xu An's.

Less than two hours.

The threshing ground that was originally used to grow sweet potatoes has been leveled into a standard square foundation.

The depth is 1.2 meters.

The error should not exceed two centimeters.

That's what professionalism is all about.

Xu An squatted on the millstone at the entrance of his own courtyard.

He was holding the clay jar that had just been "unearthed".

It was like holding a nuclear warhead whose fuse had just been removed.

The phone stand in the live stream room is pointing directly at the bustling construction site not far away.

Although there was no talent performance involved.

There wasn't much of a dramatic plot.

However, the number of viewers in the live stream kept increasing.

21 million.

22 million.

Everyone seems to have a natural obsession with watching others work.

The comments scrolled by incredibly fast, but the style was quite unique.

[ID: Outstanding Graduate of Shandong Lanxiang Vocational School]: Excavator operator, please rotate the boom a little slower, it's easy to damage the hydraulic pump!

[ID Level 1 Registered Structural Engineer]: The foundation is well done. The soil is clay, so the load-bearing capacity is not a problem. There is no need to drive piles; you can directly build a raft foundation.

[ID Workstation Slacking Champion]: I don't know why, but watching that shovel dig soil scoop by scoop cured my mental exhaustion.

[ID Wants to Go to Xujia Village to Lay Bricks]: I hereby declare that I am the 10086th cloud supervisor of this canteen! That stone must be moved; it's uncomfortable to walk on!

Xu An's lips twitched as he looked at the comments.

This isn't a live stream.

This is practically the largest "engineering supervision department" on the entire internet.

If Li Daguo knew that more than 200,000 eyes were watching his every operation, he would be completely unaware.

That helmet must be soaked with sweat.

"Xu An!"

Grandpa's voice came from the kitchen.

Full of energy.

Stop standing there like an idiot!

"Bring that jar in!"

"What time is it? Are we going to let Dean Li and the others starve?"

Xu An responded.

"Here comes, sir!"

He glanced at his phone screen.

"Family, I'm going to prepare the groceries."

"You guys keep an eye on things for me."

"If anyone slacks off, remember to take a screenshot, or I'll dock their pay."