Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Such a large batch of treasure could not have been transported out without a sound, so the treasure must still be in Anping Village.

The trenches he dug were incredibly useful!

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao glanced at him sideways, “Let’s first take a look in the secret tunnel.”

“Alright.” Yang Wang waved his hand, and Hu Tian immediately came forward and handed him the brick, “Grandpa Emperor, this blood-stained brick is evidence enough.”

Yang Wenxiao’s gaze lingered on the brick for a moment and then nodded, “Hmm, let’s look into the secret tunnel.”

With that, he stood up.

Seeing this, Yang Ye signaled, and immediately a guard came forward carrying a simple palanquin.

Going up the mountain was one thing, the former emperor could manage.

However, this secret tunnel stretched underground for more than ten miles — far too long, a palanquin was necessary.

And it wasn’t just the former emperor who was prepared a palanquin, the dean of the valley had one too.

Yang Wenxiao waved his hand, “First, let’s go in and take a look.”

Her suicide note mentioned the secret tunnel, but he had not yet gone in to see it.

Finally, having come all this way, he wanted to carefully examine this secret tunnel rumored to have been built with divine skill.

With Yang Wenxiao leading, the group ventured into the secret tunnel.

All the bricks were neatly arranged, extending as far as the eye could see.

Torches illuminated the tunnel as if it were daylight. Yang Wenxiao reached out and gently placed his hands on the side wall.

The bricks felt very smooth, and although they looked like clay bricks used by the poor to build houses, he well understood their toughness.

Impervious to sword or dagger.

It seemed that only gunpowder could destroy them.

Anything she touched turned exceptional, there were no mediocre items from her.

He couldn’t see through her, too many mysteries surrounded her like a mist, preserving her aura of mystery.

The miraculous bowl of rice.

The recipe for gunpowder.

How she managed to hide such a large batch of treasures from Fu Xuan’s sight.

How she built such a masterful secret tunnel.

Unsolved.

All of this remained unsolved.

She was like a being that didn’t belong to this world, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal realm.

A fairy’s techniques are naturally startling and inexplicable.

With a sigh, he slowly moved forward.

A quarter of an hour later, both he and the dean of the valley had mounted the palanquin.

Yang Wang followed by his side, carefully flattering him, “Grandpa Emperor, these bricks are so tough, why not dig them up and bring them back to the Capital City? If used on the city walls, they would be like impenetrable armor.”

Hearing this, Yang Wenxiao glanced at him and laughed, “What, do you think Capital City’s defenses are not strong enough?”

“In such matters, the stronger the better. Leaving these bricks in such a small mountain village seems to be a waste,” said Yang Wang.

Once the treasure matter was settled, this secret tunnel would definitely be sealed up.

Burying so many bricks underground was too wasteful.

“We’ll discuss this later.” Yang Wenxiao did not respond directly.

Overhearing this from behind, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help grinding her teeth.

This Yang Wang was too hateful; he never abandoned the idea of digging up her home.

Damn!

“Qiao Xiaomai, come here.” Just as she was cursing in her heart, Yang Wenxiao suddenly called out.

She was startled and quickly regained her composure, revealing a deceptive smile. She hurried over, “I’m here.”

“Qiao Xiaomai, this underground depot is right under your house, and the depot roof happened to have that brick, what do you think could be the most likely situation?” Yang Wenxiao asked.

“Um… To answer His Highness, when I first heard about this, my first thought was…” She paused.

“What was it?”

“I was reminded of the incident at Qingyi Manor… perhaps, Grandpa Tong’s mother is still alive?”