Chapter 929: The Porcelain Jar in the Doghouse

Seeing the strange behavior of these two old dogs, Wang An, who had been in a fit of rage, instantly forgot all about being angry.

Subconsciously, Wang An narrowed his eyes and frowned.

Because it was obvious that the reason these two old dogs were acting this way was that there was absolutely something wrong inside their respective doghouses—and something seriously wrong at that.

Thus, once Wang An realized there was an issue with the doghouses, he walked over in great curiosity.

To be honest, at this moment, Wang An really couldn't imagine what could possibly be wrong with a doghouse.

The key was that the doghouses for these four dogs were built very simply.

The sides and back were walls made of rammed earth, about one meter high, and the front of the doghouse was completely open.

The roof consisted of a few tree trunks as thick as wrists, topped with a tattered straw mat full of holes.

A doghouse like this neither blocked the wind nor shielded from the rain; one could say that a dog lying inside was exactly the same as lying outside.

To put it bluntly, it was a case of "two pots of soup, but they both taste the same!"

The depth of the doghouse was only about one meter, so one could see everything inside with a single glance from the outside.

After staring at the doghouse for a long while, Wang An still couldn't figure out what could be hidden in there.

Although Wang An thought about the money that a whole group of "hat brothers" had failed to find, this doghouse—which was as primitive as could be—really didn't look like a place where money could be hidden.

Filled with doubt, Wang An began to dig at the spot where the dogs had been barking.

What if he dug up something good?

Mainly, Wang An felt that these two old dogs wouldn't be barking without a reason.

Although these two old dogs were just ordinary guard dogs, precisely because they were old—meaning they had lived long enough—their intelligence would have certainly grown along with their age.

As the saying goes, "Old men are cunning, old horses are slippery, and old rabbits are hard for eagles to catch." Although this phrase only mentions humans, horses, and rabbits and what happens after they live for a long time...

In reality, all animals are like this.

Whether human or animal, the longer one lives, the more experiences one gathers, and in terms of intelligence, one becomes smarter.

The phrase "old and cunning" was enough to prove this point.

That was why these two old dogs had been so proactive in letting themselves be subdued by Wang An.

Because they knew very well that the only way to get food now was to follow Wang An. While they didn't know if they would be full, they certainly wouldn't starve to death.

Furthermore, Wang An had previously thrown them two steamed buns; in their eyes, following Wang An in the future would, at the very least, not be worse than their previous life.

One must never think that animals lack their own thoughts and reasoning; they simply cannot speak human language. They are very clear about who is good to them and who is not.

Most importantly, the vast majority of animals know how to be grateful.

The inside of the doghouse was relatively clean; aside from fallen dog hair, there were only rotting dead leaves and dry straw.

The reason the leaves and straw were rotting was that the roof leaked. Whenever it rained, water would pool inside the doghouse, and once leaves and straw get wet, rotting is inevitable.

It had to be said that these four dogs had some damn terrible luck following Wei Cheng.

Not having enough to eat was one thing, but they also had to frequently endure being drenched by rain. Who the hell could they even complain to?

Soon, Wang An scooped out a large pile of these semi-rotted leaves and straw, and as expected, a pit appeared in the doghouse.

Actually, the layer of leaves and straw in the doghouse was quite thick, appearing almost endless, the more he dug, the more there seemed to be.

Of course, the reason it felt like there was more and more was simply that once the leaves became fluffy, they looked more voluminous.

However, just as Wang An had cleared out all the leaves and straw from the pit and his hand had reached the soil layer, he still hadn't dug up anything.

Wang An couldn't help but feel puzzled. Could it be that there was nothing in this doghouse?

Or had these two old dogs become senile because of their age?

Just as Wang An's mind was wandering and his hand continued to dig soil unconsciously, his fingertips suddenly touched a smooth, hard object.

Wang An's heart leaped and his eyes lit up; he continued digging with his bare hands.

After a few more strokes, a white porcelain jar lid emerged.

A moment later, a porcelain jar slightly larger than a basketball was forcibly hauled out of the ground by Wang An.

Holding the heavy porcelain jar in both hands, Wang An felt that there must be something good inside.

Brushing away the dirt, Wang An discovered that the lid of the porcelain jar was sealed with wax.

Indeed, with the jar sealed in wax, no water could get in and no moisture could seep through.

The person who buried this porcelain jar was actually quite talented.

Picking up a small wooden stick, Wang An scraped away the wax.

Upon opening the lid, Wang An's eyes instantly narrowed, because to his surprise, there was plastic sheeting inside the jar—something not very common at the time.

Wang An remembered that starting around '82 or '83, plastic sheeting gradually began to become popular locally. Currently, although the supply and marketing cooperatives occasionally sold plastic sheeting, it was basically in a state of being available one moment and gone the next.

As for plastic woven bags, also known as snakeskin bags, their popularization came even later, likely after '83.

Wang An didn't remember the exact timing clearly; regardless, it was around those two years.

Mainly, these things entered thousands of households imperceptibly; by the time you realized it, they were already visible all over the streets.

Pulling out the plastic sheeting, Wang An finally saw what was inside.

Seeing the items wrapped in the plastic, Wang An finally confirmed that these two old dogs were repaying him for the kindness of taking them in.

Of course, it was also possible that they wanted him to treat them better in the future and were using this method to curry favor in advance.

Inside were nothing but "Big Unity" bills—all of them in stacks.

Counting roughly, there were about 25 stacks, which meant 25,000 yuan.

It had to be said that this old brat Wei Cheng was damn rich, and also damn "dog-like," actually hiding money in such a dilapidated doghouse.

A whole bunch of hat brothers had searched for over an hour and yet didn't think to look in this broken doghouse. What a joke.

However, Wang An felt that given Wei Cheng's thievish and squirrel-like nature, he absolutely wouldn't have only these 25,000 yuan, nor would he have hidden the money in only one porcelain jar.

*** Thank you "Big Account Empire Emperor" for the reward, thank you, thank you! Wishing Big Brother wealth every day, and daily happiness and joy.

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