Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

The cicadas continued their incessant chirping in the courtyard.

Li Mo'an's remark about a lack of danger perception was still lingering in his mind when Teacher Huang spoke again.

Since this kid is so stubborn and insists on struggling on that section of road that's all hard soil and rocks, then as his senior, he can't just stand by and watch.

After all, the show's effect is one thing, but it's not good to exhaust people.

"Alright, since you insist on digging that road, I won't try to persuade you anymore."

Teacher Huang held her teacup, a hint of helplessness in her eyes, but then she looked at Peng Peng, who was laughing happily beside her, and a flash of inspiration struck her.

"However, that job is indeed heavy, and it will be slow if you do it all by yourself."

Teacher Huang pointed at Peng Peng and said with a smile, "Okay, Peng Peng, you don't need to pick corn. Since you said you had the strength, you can go with Mo An to repair the road this afternoon."

"You two brothers can work together, chat while you work, and look out for each other. It's always faster for two people to work than one."

Upon hearing this, Pengpeng's eyes lit up instantly.

Rather than going to the cornfield behind the mountain and getting itchy all over from being cut by the leaves, he was clearly more interested in the dirt road on Li Mo'an's side where he could dig up treasure.

Besides, he just smuggled a hammer back from there. If he goes back to dig, he might dig up a big meteor hammer.

"Okay! No problem!"

Peng Peng thumped his chest loudly and excitedly approached Li Mo'an, saying, "Brother Mo'an, I'm sticking with you this afternoon! Let's try our best to dig through that embankment!"

(King Yama: Pay close attention to this client named Peng Peng; his name is standing out again.)

Looking at Peng Peng's radiant, oblivious smile, Li Mo'an blinked calmly.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

For example, if something is buried underground, the probability of two people stepping on it is twice that of one person.

For example, Pengpeng's clumsy personality is really suited for defusing mines—the kind he defuses with his feet.

But seeing Teacher Huang's expression that said, "I've already taken good care of you," and Peng Peng's eager look, Li Mo'an finally didn't refuse.

"never mind."

Such a thought came to his mind.

"I'll just be a little careful."

So he nodded: "Okay, let's go together then."

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Ten minutes later.

It's still that dirt road.

The afternoon sun was scorching, baking the ground until it was burning hot.

Peng Peng, carrying a shovel, followed behind Li Mo'an with great enthusiasm, like a new recruit with inexhaustible energy.

"Brother Mo'an, where should we start?" Peng Peng rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to get down to business.

Li Mo'an was not in a hurry to start construction.

He first scanned the surrounding ground with his eyes.

After confirming several relatively safe areas, he pointed to an open space by the roadside.

"Clear the loose soil here first, be gentle, don't use too much force."

After giving Peng Peng his instructions, Li Mo'an took out his phone and glanced at the time.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, it's crucial to maintain the popularity of the live stream.

The words of advice his aunt Yang Mi had given him on the phone at noon involuntarily flashed through his mind:

"Don't just bury yourself in your work, that's so boring. You need to learn to interact, okay?"

"Chat more with the viewers in the live stream, introduce the bombs you've unearthed, make jokes, and create some memes."

Since the boss has spoken, we must carry it out.

Moreover, looking at the trophies that were already taking shape at his feet, he felt it was time to educate the audience about these little gadgets.

After all, as a professional artist, it is also a responsibility to convey accurate knowledge.

At this moment, the cameraman also adjusted the camera.

In the video, you can see not only Peng Peng sweating profusely, but also the two rusty iron mountains at Li Mo'an's feet.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Li Moan spoke calmly to the camera, as if he were in a morning meeting, "The boss just told me to interact more, so let's chat as we work."

There were already quite a few people watching the live stream.

Seeing that Li Mo'an was finally no longer mute, the comments section instantly became lively.

"Oh, you've finally decided to speak?"

"I thought you were going to practice silent meditation until the end of the show."

"Interact? What are we going to talk about? How can we dig more efficiently?"

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Li Mo'an ignored the teasing comments in the live chat.

He bent down and picked up a long-handled object from the pile of iron lumps.

This is a grenade with a rotten and blackened wooden handle and a rusty iron shell on its head.

Instead of casually tossing it aside as before, he brought it in front of the camera and thoughtfully wiped off the dirt with his gloves, showing off the long-blurred inscription.

"Since everyone is so interested in what I dug up, I'll give you a little background information."

Li Mo'an spoke calmly, his voice deep and magnetic, exuding a convincing sense of professionalism.

"Family members, what we are seeing now is a German-made M24 wooden-handled grenade."

"Of course, this could also be the version that the University of Tokyo copied based on the blueprints back then, commonly known as the long-handled grenade."

As he spoke, he pointed to the rusted bullet, his tone extremely natural.

"The advantage of this design is that it utilizes the lever principle, allowing it to be thrown a long distance and is less likely to roll after landing, making it suitable for mountain warfare."

"The downsides are that this thing is too big and inconvenient to carry, and the fuse is prone to failure after getting damp."

He paused, then added, "Judging from the degree of corrosion, the fuse inside is probably broken, but the explosive charge inside the iron casing should still be intact. The power is average, but it should be enough to make a sound."

After saying that, he gently placed the grenade aside, as if he were handling a fragile piece of porcelain.

The live stream was quiet for a second.

Then, the comments section started scrolling wildly.

"???"

"Talking nonsense with a straight face? Isn't this just a rotten piece of wood?"

"What the hell?! M24! You must know military stuff, OP."

"Are you getting too into character? You even made up the model number? Did you just look it up on Baidu?"

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However, Li Mo'an's popular science work did not end there.

He bent down again and picked up an oval-shaped iron lump from the soil, its surface covered with grid-like grooves.

This thing looks more visually striking than the previous one.

Li Mo'an's eyes lit up slightly, as if a teacher had found a perfect teaching model in the teaching aids room.

"Oh, this is interesting."

He held the metal lump in front of the camera and deliberately spun it around to show the details. "This is the Mk II grenade from the United States, also known as the 'pineapple grenade'."

"Look at these grids. They're not for slip prevention or aesthetics; they're pre-fabricated fragmentation channels."

"Its characteristic is that it has a strong fragmentation effect, producing hundreds of shrapnel fragments after the explosion, with a kill radius of up to ten meters."

At this point, he calmly faced the camera, even glancing at Peng Peng who was diligently digging nearby, and gave a pointed instruction:

"If you see this kind of thing in the wild, remember to keep your distance. This thing has a bad temper, unlike the docile one with the wooden handle we just saw."

After saying that, he casually placed the grenade with a bad temper next to the docile wooden-handled grenade.

The two things collided and made a clanging sound.

Hearing the sound, Pengpeng, who was digging in the dirt, turned around and grinned foolishly, saying, "Brother Mo'an, your explanation is so convincing, it's like the truth. I'm almost convinced."

Li Mo'an glanced at him, speechless. Hadn't I always said it was true?

For the next half hour, Li Mo'an's live stream seemed to turn into a hardcore military science popularization program.

As his excavation work progressed, this seemingly ordinary village road turned out to be an endless museum of munitions.

Every time he unearthed a new one, he would pick it up and say a few words.

"This is the fuse head of an 82mm mortar shell. It looks small, but it contains a detonator and is quite sensitive."

"This big thing is the tail stabilizer of an aerial bomb. Judging from this cut, it must have broken off when it landed."

"Huh? There's another anti-personnel mine here. These are the most insidious kind; they're buried in the grass and you can't see them at all. Stepping on one will ruin your leg."

He spoke eloquently and in great detail, using technical jargon with ease, as if he were hosting a military science program rather than digging a hole in the ground.

He could rattle off a string of precise data, from whether the explosive was picric acid or TNT, to whether the fuse was triggered by pressure or pull, and even the failure rate of this type of bomb on the battlefield back then.

It felt as if he wasn't reciting lines, but rather that this knowledge was already etched into his mind, a part of his body's instincts.

Even when he dug out a slightly deformed shell, he commented with a regretful look: "What a pity, it's a dud. If the fuse hadn't broken back then, this area within a radius of fifty meters would have been leveled."

The tone was like someone picking out a watermelon at the market, regretting that it wasn't ripe enough.

Gradually, the atmosphere in the live stream changed.

The number of people who initially just watched for fun and spammed "hahaha" comments has decreased.

Instead, a discussion filled with surprise and uncertainty ensued.

Because they look so alike.

That's incredibly professional.

If this is a script, then the amount of dialogue is just too much! And many of the obscure knowledge points are simply beyond the capabilities of an average screenwriter.

For example, just now Li Mo'an pointed to a fragment of an inscription on a bomb, casually read out a string of Japanese serial numbers, and explained which year and batch it belonged to at the Osaka Arsenal.

Is this even possible to make up?

The viewers in the live stream were stunned.

At first, everyone just thought it was funny and sent comments like, "The streamer is too immersed in the role," "This script is well-written, the details are so accurate," and "I almost believed it."

But as Li Mo'an introduced more and more types of items, from hand grenades to landmines and then to all kinds of artillery shells, and his explanations became more and more professional, some viewers began to waver.

The tone of the comments gradually shifted from pure banter to a hint of skepticism, but then quickly returned to making memes:

"Wow, how does this streamer know so much?"

"Wait a minute, why do I feel like he's not acting..."

"Haha, if that's true, then we're in for a lot of fun. There must be over a hundred bombs dug up so far, all kinds, from the last era. That's enough to blow this village to smithereens."

"If they all explode into the sky, we can't have a feast anymore. After all, everyone's gone, so who's going to hold a feast for us?"