Two hours later, when Qi Yun was already exhausted, he finally felt a strange sensation through the folding shovel in his hand.
His heart leaped with joy, and his movements became even more cautious.
Slowly digging away the surrounding soil, the outline of a clay pot gradually appeared before his eyes.
Qi Yun suppressed the excitement in his heart and gently excavated the clay pot from the earth.
The surface of the pot was covered in dirt, obscuring its original appearance. Eager to confirm the silver notes inside, he couldn't be bothered to clean off the hardened soil on the pot.
With a soft "snap," the lid was opened, revealing a neat stack of silver notes lying inside.
Qi Yun reached into the pot cautiously, removed the silver notes, checked them over to ensure they were undamaged, and then packed them into a pre-prepared sealed bag.
Then he turned his attention to the clay pot, wondering silently if this could also be an antique.
Might as well take it all together!
