Unless there are special instructions, the gardeners and servants in the mansion would not touch it on weekdays.

This greatly avoids the risk of the "treasure" being discovered.

"It must be here." Fu Yutang said with certainty.

Although the two of them had been digging for more than half an hour and had dug up almost the entire clump of bamboo, they still hadn't found the whereabouts of the treasure, but Fu Yutang firmly believed that his judgment was correct.

Wang Dagui heard this, lifted his sleeves and wiped the sweat off his forehead, his honest face full of trust, and echoed: "I believe you. If I were to hide, this would be my first choice."

After saying that, he changed direction and continued digging with his butt sticking up.

Fu Yutang didn't say much. He picked up the small hoe and dug deep into the ground with all his strength.

As Fu Yutang was digging, he felt as if the small hoe in his hand had hit something hard and shook slightly.

Her heart skipped a beat and she eased off the force, moving the hoe more diligently. After a while, she saw a palm-sized wooden box lying quietly in the pit.

Fu Yutang threw away the hoe, took out the wooden box with great joy, and whispered, "Dagui, I think I found it!"

"Ah, what?"

When Wang Dagui heard this, he immediately came over.

When he saw the small box in Fu Yutang's hand, his eyes lit up and he blurted out what was in his mind, "Oh my! It really is in the bamboo bush! I thought you made a mistake."

Fu Yutang squatted on the ground, holding the box in his hands. After hearing his words, he squinted his eyes and said sarcastically, "So you just said you believed me, but you were just lying to me."

Wang Dagui chuckled, not feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment at being exposed by Fu Yutang, and said flatteringly, "Every word I said was from the heart. I was just too shocked and said something out of turn."

Fu Yutang snorted and reluctantly accepted his explanation.

He lowered his head, brushed off the dirt on the wooden box, rubbed his hands on his clothes, and was about to open the wooden box when he heard Fu Ping'an's unbelievable voice coming from the gate of the yard -

"Why are you, you, you, going to the bathroom in the yard?"

There are two of them side by side!

No wonder he seemed to smell a faint odor when he was sleeping in the guest house next door just now. It turned out that it was the work of this unfilial son!

Looking at the two people squatting under the bamboo bushes, Fu Pingan covered his nose in disgust and walked up to them and lectured them, "Are you venting your dissatisfaction with your father? Isn't there a toilet in the mansion? Why do you do such a disgraceful thing?"

Fu Yutang stuffed the wooden box into his sleeve without leaving any trace, stood up, and said expressionlessly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Dagui and I saw that this clump of bamboo blocked the light in the study, so we planned to move it away. What's the matter with going to the toilet or not?"

"Yes, Marquis Annan." Wang Dagui stood up and waved the small hoe in his hand, saying, "My Lord and I are doing serious business."

When Marquis Annan looked carefully, he noticed that there was a deep pit dug in the ground around the bamboo grove. He immediately realized that he had misunderstood Fu Yutang.

Well, it’s not his fault though.

Anyone who walked in and saw these two people squatting on the ground with their sleeves rolled up, their clothes lifted up, talking and laughing, would think that they were going to the toilet.

After all, anyone who has read the books of sages attaches the most importance to etiquette, and has always been particular about standing and sitting properly. Who would squat on the ground like gangsters, beggars and other people at the bottom of society?

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