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Zhou Shixian walked around inside and outside the ancestral hall to make sure that his soldiers had eaten. Then he returned to the door of the ancestral hall to the backyard, squatted with Wei Donglai Ruichang and others, intending to walk with corn cakes and scrambled eggs.

He is not pretentious. This elite small army is his hard work and his team. He never ignores these details.

However, as soon as he picked up a corn cake and was about to share the joys and sorrows with everyone, he saw the palace maid Zhuzi holding a thick porcelain sea bowl, followed by Wang Chengen and walked over from the backyard.

Zhuzi lowered his head and handed the bowl to Zhou Shixian's hand, and said softly: "The princess said that she would not eat her portion, and give it to the prince-consort."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhou Shixian and left with Wang Chengen.

Zhou Shixian was moved and a little embarrassed. He turned his head and the military officers around him quickly retracted their eyes on the sea bowl and pretended not to see anything.

Zhou Shixian was both angry and funny. He opened the lid on the bowl and indeed contained half of the stewed chicken. He held the bowl in front of several subordinates in turn, but the guys avoided them as if they had made an appointment. Some stuffed the buns into their mouths and chewed them, while others stuffed the pickled vegetables into their mouths, making a giggle sound.

"tasty!"

"fragrant!"

"The pickled lumps are so exciting!"

Zhou Shixian ignored them anymore, slowly took back the bowl and placed it in front of him, tore it with his hands, and finished the little half of the chicken meticulously, and even drank the soup completely.

When the soldiers were eating, they all ate their meals. In a moment, even if the meal was finished, when the villagers took away the tableware, snoring began to sound in the ancestral hall.

Zhou Shixian took a piece of felt handed over by Gu Shiba, squeezed a place between Zhuang Yanchao and Wei Donglai, leaned against the corner of the wall, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in the snoring sounds that looked like frogs.

When he woke up, it was not yet time to set off, so he did not disturb others. He took advantage of this rare opportunity to summon the skill panel, close his eyes, and quietly recalled it...

Character name: [Zhou Shixian]

Current occupation: [Embroidered Uniform Guard]

Current title: [Son-in-law]

Current equipment: [Embroidered Spring Knife]

Current force: [Basic sword technique, LV5]

Vitality value: 60/100

Skill: [Gaze]

Skill: [Persuad]

Skill: [Meditation:LV1]

Skill: [Map:LV1]

Skill: [Medical Skills: LV1]

Among these skills, gaze and persuasion are all portable skills. They consume little vitality, but they cannot be upgraded. This is how it will be for the rest of their lives.

Meditation, maps and medical skills are advanced skills, and their vitality values ​​are expensive, but they can be upgraded. As for how much they can be upgraded, he is not sure. After all, reality and games are probably not the same.

I used meditation once, and it was when I was saving the princess in the palace of Kunning Palace.

I have used medical skills once, and it is time to give the queen artificial respiration.

The map has been used twice, when I left the city at Chaoyang Gate and when I decided to rest after crossing the Wuding River just now.

These three skills have not been upgraded, which means that the number of times they are used has not reached the limit, but he cannot practice at any time - in the current situation of crisis, he dare not consume his vitality value at will. If he really wants to use it, the vitality value is zero, then there will be big trouble.

It was like this and it was calculated repeatedly until the officer on duty blew a short whistle, and the soldiers who were still sleeping jumped up and began to prepare for the move.

Zhou Shixian escorted the emperor and empress into the cart, confirmed the number of people with the commanders of each team, and finally inspected the ancestral hall to ensure that nothing was missing. Then he walked to the gate of the ancestral hall and activated the [map] skill to investigate before rushing.

Unexpectedly, almost as the map panel was opened, two lines of words floated in front of me.

【Map:LV1】Elevated to 【Map:LV2】

【Small map activation】

Surprisingly, Zhou Shixian almost jumped up with joy.

First of all, he had figured it out that it would take three times to upgrade to level 2. Now he had a clear idea in his mind.

Then he opened the description box of the map skills in the panel and found that the distance displayed on the map had changed from ten miles to twenty miles.

But what made him happiest was the opening of the mini map.

Over the past few days, Zhou Shixian has almost forgotten that this game that followed him through time is a treasure hunt.

This is a bit interesting...

He clicked "Switch" on the map panel, and the panel instantly shrunk into an exquisite circular map in the upper right corner. On this interface that he was extremely familiar with, there was actually a small white dot that was flashing slightly.

He was stunned at first, then suddenly realized, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The convoy outside was ready to stop before he knew it, waiting for him to give a order to set off. Zhou Shixian made a short gesture, waved to Xinli, who was waiting to see him off, and called him over.

"Xin Lizheng, your ancestral hall is not too old, right?"

"Yes, I heard from my ancestors that it was built when Master Jiajing was born, and it has been hundreds of years."

Zhou Shixian walked six or seven steps left in the ancestral hall courtyard, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then took another step back.

"This time you have passed by your village, you have benefited a lot, and I have nothing to thank you," he stomped on the ground with his right foot twice, and smiled, "When you turn around, you call a few people, dig down from here, it's up to three feet. Whatever depends on your own luck."

After saying that, he walked out of the yard with his hand, turned over and left, and the entire convoy also started, heading towards the main road to the south, and after a moment, he disappeared.

Xinli was thinking, it turned out that such a large convoy would have to act according to the young man's expression. After a while, he was stunned. When he remembered the few words he had just left him, the meaning inside and outside was as if he was saying that there were treasures buried underground in the front yard of the ancestral hall.

He smiled bitterly, thinking that his ancestors had buried things, I don’t know, do you know? You gave money according to the price of grain, and it was already thankful that you didn’t expect to get another silver reward. Why do you have to make people happy with such a thing?

Of course, there are things like Feng Shui and Geography. A good man can search for treasures and believe that he also believes that he has to practice Taoism for decades, and he must not be so divined. He can stomp his feet on the ground and make people dig it out.

I planned to turn around and go home, but after walking two steps, hesitating again. I am not afraid of ten thousand in everything, but I am afraid of what to do...

What if there is one?

As soon as this thought came, I felt like a little mouse was scratching her. After hesitating for a while, I could not help but call a few young men to come over, prepare hoes and shovels, and come to the place where the young man stepped on his feet, and start digging.

As a result, before he could dig three feet, he heard a clang and the shovel touched something.

"There is something!" Several young people cheered and worked harder. Not long after, three small jars emerged from the ground.

Xinli was shaking his hands and carefully lifted off the sealing paper and wooden boards at the mouth of the jar. A jar of neatly arranged snowflakes appeared in front of him, and three jars were opened, all of them were like this.

His legs became weak and he sat on the ground, and his horror in his heart surpassed the surprise.

Is that young man a god or a ghost?
Chapter completed!