Return to the small mountain village in 1981

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Chapter 811 827: The jar is rotten. “Woof woof woof!” Wangcai barked at him a few times.
Zhou Huaian jumped up in fright, and heard the "buzzing" sound of little bees in his ears. Then he realized that the wild bees on the tree not far away began to get restless. He hurriedly opened the lid of the beehive and let the little bees go to find their king.

After Zhou Huaian opened the beehive, he mustered up the courage to go forward and pick up the earthenware jar. As soon as he exerted force, a piece of pottery fell off the big belly of the jar.

Then, a few golden cakes slid out from the broken gap.

"Oh my god!"

Zhou Huaian grabbed a handful. It felt heavy. He knew it was gold without even biting it. He was so excited that his hands holding the gold cake were shaking and he kept saying “Fuck! Fuck!”

I regretted again not bringing Yang Chunyan with me. What if I got too excited and fainted?
Wangcai looked at his master who was standing there stupidly in a bee hat and kept saying "wow", and barked at him a few times out of concern.

Zhou Huaian finally came to his senses and excitedly stroked the dog that was looking at him, "I'll give you a big bone when we get back."

Zhou Huaian, who had already seen two treasures, did not faint after all. He hurriedly kicked the gold cake that slipped out of the jar into his pocket and went to pick up the earthenware jar.

It took some effort to lift the jar out of the soil and put it in the backpack. Then I picked up the urea bag, opened the lid of the pottery jar, and saw the yellow color inside. With shaking hands, I poured everything inside into the urea bag.

A pile of golden, round, and different-sized golden cakes appeared before my eyes. The sunlight shone on them through the treetops, and dozens of golden cakes shone with dazzling golden light.

Although the treasures from last time were beautiful, they were not as visually impactful as this pile of golden cakes.

Zhou Huaian felt dizzy and held on to the backpack. He took a few deep breaths before calming down his excitement. He tied the urea bag and pressed it twice.

He turned towards the mountain, clasped his hands together and said softly, "Mountain God, thank you for letting the little bee guide me to find the treasure.

I will buy a big pig's head tomorrow and cook some delicious dishes for you. When I am not strict in the future, I promise to hire someone to repair the mountain temple for you."

After making a wish to the mountain god, Zhou Huaian felt his heartbeat slow down. Looking at the pile of earth in front of him, he picked up a shovel and shoveled the place where the jar was buried. He heaved a sigh of relief after making sure there was no treasure left.

"That's enough. It's better to have no more. It will save my heart from beating so fast!"

Zhou Huaian muttered to himself, turned his head and saw the exposed beehive, then he realized that there was still a nest of wild bees that had not been harvested. He hurriedly picked up the beehive, put on gloves and began to harvest the honey combs inside.

The bees in that nest were not very diligent. They only harvested two sheets of sealed honey from such a big hole. Thinking that one beehive could not accommodate two beehives, he repaired the beehive, packed up his belongings, and walked back with a heavy basket on his back.

He imagined Yang Chunyan's expression when she saw the golden cakes in the urea bag, and excitedly walked through the bamboo forest, crossed the ravine, and passed through the mixed woods to the bee-luring cave.