After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

Song Mantun stared at the small mounds and holes on the ground, his face full of doubt.

"At first, your mother and I thought they were holes dug by rats, but when we counted them carefully, there were actually twenty or thirty of them."

"When we came to the field yesterday, there weren't these holes. Even if the rats had a grudge against our family, they wouldn't have dug so many holes in the field in just one night."

Chunsheng squatted on the ground, staring intently at the small holes for a while. He then said with certainty, "Dad, Mom, I don't think these holes were made by rats. Even the most skilled rat couldn't make such straight holes with such smooth openings and walls!"

As Chunsheng spoke, he reached his fingers inside the cave wall and touched it.

When he touched the cave walls and found them to be smooth and hard, he became even more certain that the small holes in front of him were not caused by small animals in the field, but by human hands.

Suddenly, something popped into his head.

Luoyang shovel.

Those were items from his memory.

Although few people know about that thing now, even fewer know what it looks like and what it does.

However, with the increasing popularity of home appliances such as televisions and computers, things that were previously unknown have all come to light.

Especially after the advent of the Internet, there are no secrets left for the general public.

The thought of the Luoyang shovel immediately reminded him of Zhao Yongjie, the militia captain of Zhaojiabao Village, whom he had met a couple of days ago during a joint training session for militia members at the threshing ground.

He also remembered that Zhao Yongjie had mentioned to his sixth brother-in-law, Huang Quangang, the tomb raiding incident that had occurred in their village a few days earlier.

Could it be that those heartless bastards have already set their sights on Songjiazhuang, and on this very plot of land of their own?

Thinking of all this, Chunsheng immediately got up and went to his parents, saying earnestly, "Dad, Mom, don't worry about this, and don't mention it to anyone else. I'll go find Junwu after school at noon and talk to him about it!"

Upon hearing their son's words, Song Mantun and Liu Yan'e were first taken aback, then exchanged a glance. Song Mantun immediately asked with a puzzled look, "Does this matter really need to involve your brother Junwu from the militia?"

Liu Yan'e was also somewhat annoyed at this moment, regretting the words she had just uttered in front of her son.

The elderly couple lived an honest and law-abiding life in the village and never caused any trouble that would draw gossip.

If my son had alerted the militia over this little thing today, and the militia had found out which villager was responsible, that villager would probably be in big trouble.

Their family still had to make a living in the village, and Chun Sheng had just experienced something that terrified her two days ago.

She really didn't want to make enemies with anyone in the village over some trivial matter.

At the same time, she was even more worried that if someone hurt her child because of this incident in the future, then it would be her fault as a mother!

So Liu Yan'e quickly tried to dissuade him, saying, "Chunsheng, in my opinion, why don't we just let this matter go? Don't trouble Junwu with such a small thing; he's busy all day long!"

Chunsheng knew what his mother was worried about, so he immediately said, "The person who did this shouldn't be from our village!"

After Chunsheng finished speaking, Liu Yan'e and the elderly couple Song Mantun, including Song Hongqin, all showed surprised expressions.

Song Hongqin immediately asked, "If it's not someone from our village, then who could it be?"

Chunsheng shook his head. "It's too early to say exactly who it is!"

Chunsheng emphasized to his parents again not to tell anyone about this, so as not to alert the enemy, and then he and Hongqin left immediately for school.

The reason he didn't want his parents to tell anyone was that he was afraid someone would overhear and come over out of curiosity.

In that case, the remaining bean sprouts in our own field will definitely not survive. They will be trampled to death by the people who come to watch the spectacle.

Moreover, it might alert the grave robbers who were causing damage on his land, allowing them to escape.

"Hongqin, about today's events..."

Before Chunsheng could finish speaking, Song Hongqin immediately understood his meaning and said earnestly, "Don't worry, you reminded your parents not to tell anyone about that, so I definitely won't tell anyone else, not even my mom!"

Chunsheng smiled and said, "Thank you!"

At this moment, a look of doubt suddenly appeared on Hongqin's face, and she asked in a low voice, "How can you be so sure that the person digging the hole in your field isn't from our village?"

"Just go with your gut feeling!"

After thinking for a moment, Chunsheng continued, "Apart from a very few families who moved here from outside, the rest of the people in our village are all native villagers."

"Besides farming, I've never heard anyone in our village do anything else in all these years!"

Hongqin blinked and immediately asked, "What kind of livelihood are you referring to?"

Chunsheng smiled. "I can't say for sure right now, but it's definitely not a good thing!"

Hongqin immediately asked again, "Then... were the lights we saw last night made by those people?"

Chunsheng nodded. "That's very possible. Otherwise, why would anyone go out into the wilderness in the middle of the night for no reason..."

When Chunsheng got home from school at noon, he didn't even eat lunch. He put down his schoolbag and immediately went straight to Zhang Junwu's house.

He had never been to Zhang Junwu's house before. When he found out where it was and entered Zhang Junwu's house, he ran into Zhang Junwu's sister, Zhang Junying, who was carrying a vinegar bottle and walking out.

Zhang Junying is ten years younger than her older brother Junwu. She is sixteen years old this year and is in the second year of junior high school at Qinyuan Middle School.

When she recognized Chunsheng, she exclaimed in surprise, "Song Chunsheng, what brings you to my house?"

Chunsheng was taken aback by the question, then laughed and asked, "How do you know me?"

"You're so famous at school, who wouldn't know you!"

Am I...famous?

Chunsheng gave an awkward smile.

"Of course, you're at every school awards ceremony, but that doesn't make you famous..."

"Chunsheng, you've arrived!"

Just then, Zhang Junwu came out of the house.

When Zhang Junying heard her brother call Chunsheng's name, she immediately turned to look at Zhang Junwu, and asked with a surprised expression, "Brother, how come you know Song Chunsheng?"

Zhang Junwu smiled and said, "I don't know him, how can I teach him kung fu?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Junying looked at Chunsheng with a shocked expression, "So you were the one practicing martial arts with me every morning these past two days!"

Chunsheng nodded. "Yes, Brother Junwu is teaching me martial arts."

"Chunsheng, have you eaten yet? Why don't you eat with us?"

As Zhang Junwu spoke, he put his arm around Chunsheng's shoulder and led him into the house.

Zhang Junying, who was standing next to her, quickly added with a smile, "Yes, my mom has already cooked dinner!"

Chunsheng quickly smiled and shook his head, "My mom has already cooked dinner, so we won't eat at your house. I came to see Brother Junwu because I have something to discuss. I'll leave after I finish!"

Zhang Junwu didn't stand on ceremony with Chunsheng and immediately nodded, saying, "Well... alright then, let's talk in my room!"

To Junwu's surprise, as soon as he and Chunsheng entered the house, he found that his younger sister Junying had also followed them in...