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

The sun gradually withdrew its scorching rays, leaving only a purplish-red glow on the western mountaintops.

A mountain breeze swept away the daytime heat and brought a touch of coolness.

The main force of the Mushroom House also finished their day's corn-picking battle.

Teacher Huang walked at the front with her hands behind her back. Although she looked a little tired, she couldn't hide her joy at the harvest as she looked at the basket full of corn on her back.

Teacher He followed behind, comforting his younger sister who was so tired she couldn't straighten her back.

The group walked down the village road in a grand procession, and happened to pass by the dirt road under construction at the entrance of the village.

Before I even got close, I could see that figure in the distance, still tirelessly swinging a hoe in the setting sun.

Beside him, the mountain of reddish-brown scrap iron, bathed in the glow of the sunset, appeared exceptionally magnificent, even possessing a strange metallic beauty.

"Shout!"

Teacher Huang stopped and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "These two kids are really putting in a lot of effort."

He originally thought that if Li Mo'an were sent here, the kid would at most just dawdle and kill time.

Unexpectedly, he actually cleared a large section of the road, and the pile of rubble he dug out next to it was almost a small mountain.

"Moan! Pengpeng!"

Teacher He exclaimed, "How much did you two manage to get?"

Hearing the sound, Peng Peng, who was engrossed in his work, looked up.

"Teacher Huang! Teacher He!"

Peng Peng laughed and said, "We've dug up quite a lot! This stuff is so addictive, the more you dig, the more you get!"

His shout broke the somber atmosphere.

In contrast, Li Mo'an was much calmer.

He stopped what he was doing, straightened up, and calmly wiped his hands with the towel around his neck.

His breathing was steady; he didn't even gasp for air.

It was as if he had just been embroidering, not doing heavy physical labor.

Teacher Huang strolled over, her gaze first sweeping over Li Mo'an before settling on the pile of spoils.

"Wow, that's quite a lot."

With his hands behind his back, Teacher Huang walked around the pile of bombs like a leader inspecting a work site, asking, "This village used to be a scrap metal yard, right? How come there are so many of these things buried underground?"

He casually kicked a rusty shell casing at his feet, making a dull thud.

"The production team really put a lot of effort into making these props."

After a soft sigh, Teacher Huang's penchant for being a teacher suddenly kicked in.

He glanced at Li Mo'an.

Although the young man was efficient, his calm face always reminded him of the plate of braised pork intestines from yesterday that was still churning in his stomach.

It was a taste memory that was etched into my very being.

"Forget it, this kid's a bit unpredictable; it's best not to give him too much pointers."

The thought crossed Teacher Huang's mind, and she subconsciously looked away.

After all, just thinking about the texture of those individual grains still makes my throat itch.

So he turned his loving gaze to Pengpeng, who looked more honest and easier to teach.

"Peng Peng."

Teacher Huang pointed to the hole Peng Peng had just dug and said earnestly, "Your working posture is wrong. Just relying on brute force is foolish strength; you have to use skill. Although you're addicted to doing this, aren't you feeling a bit sore and aching now?"

"Huh? A clever trick?" Peng Peng nodded, but was still a little confused. He scratched his head.

"Look at the way you were doing just now, you bent over too low and the shovel was held too straight."

As Teacher Huang spoke, he gestured with his hands, "Digging soil is actually the same principle as cooking; it's all about timing and angle."

"There are many hard rocks underground. You can't force it."

He pointed to a raised, hard mound of earth at Pengpeng's feet, speaking with the air of someone who had been there before:

"You have to follow the texture of the soil to find the stress point. Like this piece of land, it looks flat, but there must be a big rock supporting it underneath."

"Stop stubbornly sticking to that spot, move two steps to the side."

Teacher Huang pointed to a softer-looking spot on the side of the hard mound of soil. "Stand here, use the lever principle, cut in from the side, then step on it and use your body weight to press down. Won't the soil turn over?"

........................................

Peng Peng was stunned.

Since it was Teacher Huang who said it, it must be correct.

After all, in the Mushroom House, Teacher Huang is known for being unreliable—or rather, for being very knowledgeable.

"Oh, okay, I'll give it a try."

Peng Peng picked up the shovel again and obediently walked to the location indicated by Teacher Huang.

The viewers in the live stream were all amused by what they saw.

"Teacher Huang is starting her mini-class again."

Pengpeng: Although I was a little confused, I was deeply moved.

"This is the legacy of the Mushroom House, where the older generation teaches the younger."

"But to be fair, Li Mo'an's side seems to be doing a more professional job of digging; you see, he doesn't say much at all."

By then, it had gotten even darker.

Only the fill light from the camera not far away cast a dim beam of light, illuminating this small construction site.

It was very quiet all around, with only the occasional croaking of frogs.

Li Mo'an stood to the side, holding a landmine he had just dug up, brushing off the mud with a brush, preparing to review the relevant knowledge points with the audience later.

I didn't notice what was happening to Pengpeng either.

Li Mo'an thought calmly as he continued to swipe through the landmines in his hand.

On the other side, Peng Peng had already taken the spot designated by Teacher Huang.

It was a seemingly ordinary patch of mud, right next to that large mound of earth.

"Yes, just stand there."

Teacher Huang nodded in satisfaction, "Stand firmly on your feet, keep your back straight, and focus your energy in your lower abdomen..."

Peng Peng took a deep breath and felt full of energy.

He raised his right foot, ready to put all his weight on the shovel as Teacher Huang had taught him, and make a beautiful turning motion.

however.

Just as his right foot landed and firmly touched the ground...

They hadn't even had a chance to stick the shovels into the ground yet.

"Click".

A very faint sound, yet unusually clear in the quiet evening, came from beneath Pengpeng's feet.

The sound was crisp.

It didn't sound like ordinary stones breaking, nor did it sound like a dead branch being snapped underfoot.

The sound was mechanical, the sound of a metal reed spring snapping open after being squeezed.

It's like the sound of a switch being turned on for some kind of precision instrument.

The sound wasn't loud; in fact, it might have been easily overlooked if the scene hadn't been so quiet.

Peng Peng was stunned for a moment.

He remained in that position with his right foot on the ground and his left foot slightly raised, a bewildered expression on his face.

"What's that noise?"

Pengpeng muttered unconsciously, looking down at his feet, "Did I step on some kind of mechanism? Or did I break someone's roof tile?"

Teacher Huang, who was standing nearby, also heard it, but he didn't take it seriously. He even chuckled and teased, "See? I told you there was something down there. It was probably a brittle rock that you cracked by stepping on it. That shows you used your strength."

In the live stream chat, the comments were still full of laughter and jokes.

"Peng Peng's kicking power is impressive, has he trained in the Mighty Leg Technique?"

"This sound is quite relaxing."

"Did I step on a treasure chest? Hahahaha."

however.

The moment that "click" sound rang out.

Li Mo'an, who was calmly swiping landmines with his head down, froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

His eyes, which had been calm as still water, suddenly contracted at that moment.

That is the body's instinctive stress response when faced with a specific, extremely familiar signal.

That was the sound of the anti-lock fuse releasing the safety.

Or perhaps... the sound of pressure triggering the fuse and igniting the firing pin.

Regardless of the type, hearing such a sound on this street full of good stuff is definitely not a good omen.

Although he lacked awareness of danger and thought it was no big deal, that didn't mean he didn't understand what the voice meant.

This means that some physical rules are about to change.

Just as Pengpeng looked puzzled and was about to lift his foot to see what he had stepped on,

"Don't move!"

Li Mo'an suddenly raised his head and stared at Peng Peng's right foot.

Although his expression remained calm, showing no sign of panic.

But the volume of the voice was a full eight octaves higher than usual, conveying an irresistible sense of authority and urgency.

"Don't lift your foot!"

He called out again.

This shout stunned everyone present.

Pengpeng, who was about to lift his foot, was so frightened by the sudden reprimand that he trembled all over and froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place.

He remained in that somewhat comical pose, not daring to move, staring blankly at Li Mo'an.

"Mo...Mo An-ge?"

Pengpeng's voice was trembling, "Wh...what's wrong? Don't scare me."

Teacher Huang, who was standing next to her, was also startled, and the teacup in her hand wobbled.

Looking at Li Mo'an's tense expression, he felt a little uneasy.

This kid usually seems quite composed, how come he suddenly seems like a completely different person?

"Mo'an, what's wrong?" Teacher Huang asked, frowning. "It's just stepping on a stone, why such a big reaction?"

Li Mo'an ignored Teacher Huang.

He walked quickly to Peng Peng's side, stopped two meters away from him, and then slowly squatted down.

His gaze was level with Pengpeng's foot, his eyes fixed on the foot wearing a sneaker, as if trying to see through the sole to the structure of the ground.

The camera in the live stream faithfully recorded this scene.

The barrage of comments, which had been flooding the screen with jokes and memes, suddenly went silent for a moment.

For some reason, all the viewers watching the live stream were on the edge of their seats, even though they were separated by a screen.

An inexplicable tension spread, making people feel like they were about to suffocate.