Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

Of the forty or fifty boxes, half contained items that were suspected to be armor, and the other half contained military books.

And most of those books were heard by Mrs. Hu before, but it is said that they have been lost.

It's just that these boxes should have been in the cave for some years, I'm afraid they have been there for at least seven or eighty years. Those books have become very fragile, and if they are inappropriate, they will be easily damaged.

The villagers know that books are very precious things. On weekdays, a shoddy book costs several hundred yuan, and a slightly more refined one costs a tael of silver.

Not to mention those ancient books, I'm afraid I can't afford to sell them.

Mrs. Hu made a decisive decision: "I'm afraid this thing will be reported to the county magistrate."

The other clan masters didn't speak, and they were a little undecided for the first time.

Imperial power did not go to the countryside, and most of the time, officials would not take care of village affairs.

In the village, there are more gentry and wealthy households, and the village chief is managing these people.

They can manage both big and small matters, and some even say they are arrogant, and they can avoid the government's sentence of death.

Like those villagers who decide to dip in pig cages, the government will not care if they know it.

But these boxes, they find it difficult, let alone the armor, which looks tattered, which also eliminates the suspicion of rebellion.

What can the military book say?

The villagers have all seen that, as long as this kind of thing is not strict and spreads it out, their village will be finished.

It has only been 17 years since the end of the war. I heard that the remnants of the past have not been eliminated, but I can't get some stains in vain.

On the contrary, the old Ma clan looked at the old lady Wang, and turned her head to the old Wang's head: "Wangzi, tell me, what should I do with this matter?"

Old Wang was poking his head out, trying to see what was in those boxes, when he was suddenly called by the old horse clan, and the whole person shivered.

"Why did you ask me about this?" The first monk Lao Wang was puzzled. He never liked to participate in the affairs of the village, nor could he participate in it.

His brain was not suitable for planning.

"You ask him what he can ask?" Mrs. Wang replied, "If you want to ask me, just say it straight, why be sloppy, how can my old man stand up to your fright, and you are so frightened that you move home what?"

Old Wangtou: "..." Why is this so wrong?

The old Ma clan puffed up his face: "Who wants to ask you, what can a woman know?"

Mrs. Wang rolled her eyes: "I'm too rare to tell you!"

He turned sideways and looked at Old Wang's head: "Would you like to go? I'll go first if you don't go."

Seeing this situation, Village Chief Hu hurriedly stopped him: "Aiya, Aunt Wang, the old Ma Clan has such a temper, so you can take care of it. In the end, today's matter is still the cave that your family Ayu found. You should ask what your family means."

Although the things were in their village, in fact, if Ayu didn't tell them, they would let the flying helpers hired by their family smuggle the things to Lao Wang's house, and they didn't know.

After all, those people seem to be strong in martial arts. If they want to transport things away without knowing it, maybe they can really succeed.

But people don't do that.

"What's there to think about? This thing is not something that our village can keep. The old man is right, hand it over to the county magistrate, and everything will be fine." After saying that, Mrs. Wang clapped the dust that did not exist on her hands, "At home There is still something else to do, just stay for a while, you can do it by yourself."