Are there people in the world who view money as dirt?

Xiao Feng believed there were, but regardless of whether one loves wealth or not, money has always been a necessity throughout the ages.

Because it can bring a higher quality of life and exchange for most things people desire.

Based on this fact, in the eyes of those present, rather than saying they saw gold and silver treasures, it would be more accurate to say they saw the things that can be exchanged for such treasures.

Sun Zhong stood in a daze for a long time, obviously shocked by the scene before him.

However, when his gaze moved to the wall beside him, he immediately drew a sharp breath, stumbled back several steps, and nearly collapsed to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Sun Shijie hurriedly supported him, reflexively grabbing his wrist, but Sun Zhong shook him off.

"That... that... that..." Sun Zhong pointed at the wall in front of him, gasping for breath like he was having an asthma attack.

Sun Shijie followed the direction of his finger, his body immediately stiffening, and then he abruptly fell to the ground.

"Thud!"

The sound of the fall drew the attention of those around.

Zhao Guo'an went forward to help Sun Shijie, while Xiao Feng pointed his flashlight towards the wall and frowned.

On the wall, there were countless grooves, densely packed, looking like a bombarded area hit by artillery fire, totaling not less than hundreds.

And in each groove, something was placed, either a black box or jars.

"Could these be the urns of the ancestors of the Sun Family?"

This idea flashed through Xiao Feng's mind, but was quickly dismissed because such a guess was clearly illogical.

Firstly, cremation started recently; in feudal society, it was customary for bodies to be buried.

Secondly, the shapes of those boxes were all different—long, short, square, flat, and even polygonal—and the designs were not uniform.

The jars were the same, with various colors, patterns, and sizes.

"It seems like there are labels on those boxes and jars, right?" The little girl uncertainly said.

Xiao Feng nodded, he also noticed this, and intended to walk over to see what was written on the labels.

If they were names, it could be confirmed that they were urns. If not names, they should indicate what was inside.

He had only walked a couple of steps when the little girl stopped him, saying, "How about I call in those two expendables? What if something dangerous happens while walking over?"

"No need, it's safe in here." Xiao Feng, a bit amused, declined the little girl's proposal.

Walking closer, Xiao Feng casually glanced at a long, narrow box in front of him; the label on it had a line of neatly written text: 500-year-old ginseng, acquired around Chuanshan, sealed in the seventh year of the Republic of China.

Upon reading this, Zhao Guo'an exclaimed in surprise, "500-year-old ginseng!"

Ignoring Zhao Guo'an's interruption, Xiao Feng moved to another box, continuing to read: "700-year-old reishi, sealed in the 30th year of Guangxu."

"700-year-old reishi!" Zhao Guo'an widened his eyes, hurriedly ran up, continuously examining the labels on the boxes, while his worldview kept getting refreshed.

Eventually, Zhao Guo'an became somewhat numb, completely dismissing the phrases "300 years, 500 years".

Bah!

Only three to five hundred years, nothing to be surprised about; if you want to see, look at the ones over a thousand years.

The little girl walked over, curiously asking, "Brother Xiao Feng, those labeled 300 years are actually over 400 years old now, right?"

"According to the years in existence, yes, that's how it is." Xiao Feng explained, "But in terms of medicinal potency, it doesn't increase with preservation time; it's fortunate if it hasn't deteriorated."

"Take the simplest example, if we plant a ginseng now, dig it up in ten years and preserve it well, when someone acquires it after a thousand years, can you say it's a thousand-year-old ginseng?"

The little girl suddenly understood, "Oh, I get it; the years written on this actually refer to how long they've grown, right?"

"That's right!" With that answer, Xiao Feng moved towards another part of the wall.

Still comprised of grooves, containing boxes, but based on the labels, they were books on medicine or pharmaceutical tools instead of herbs.

Xiao Feng was not particularly interested in these, so he didn't stop to look further, turning to Sun Shijie and asking, "You seemed to know those were herbs inside?"

Sun Shijie nodded slowly, "I saw such boxes at home when I was a child, but I never expected there were so many; these are truly priceless treasures in the truest sense!"

Xiao Feng agreed with this sentiment; gold and silver may have a price, but life-saving rare medicines are something money can't necessarily buy.

"Your task is done, now should we address our matter?" Xiao Feng shifted the conversation.

"You're referring to the poison I administered to you?" Sun Shijie shook his head, smiling, "Actually, the poison has long been resolved."

Xiao Feng frowned slightly, unsure whether the other was trying to probe, but still followed along, asking, "Aren't you afraid I might become greedy seeing such wealth, and claim all these treasures for myself?"

"You aren't that kind of person; if there really is something you particularly like, taking a couple of items is fine, but too much would be unacceptable since these were left by ancestors," Sun Shijie said.

Xiao Feng felt a bit embarrassed; he was thinking of sneaking a few items earlier, but it turned awkward as the offer was openly given.

Nevertheless, since the conversation reached this point, Xiao Feng decided not to be too reserved and walked over to the pile of gold and silver jeweled hill to meticulously select.

Planning to pick a few good items to give to Du Qingyue as a gift when he returns, while also bolstering his own assets.

However, the abundance of good items made it challenging to choose.

Many valuable items in the market looked as common as cabbage here, even without proper packaging, appearing quite cheap.

Of course, while jewels and ornaments were hard to choose, gold ingots were an easy pick without much hesitation.

Xiao Feng directly grabbed several, stuffed them into his pockets; hard currency is always welcome undoubtedly.

Just at that moment, Zhao Guo'an suddenly shouted with joy, "Old Xiao, come here quickly, hurry!"

"Why shout like that?" Immersed in the gold and silver treasure world, Xiao Feng remarked with displeasure, "You aren't stung by a scorpion again, are you?"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Guo'an grumbled, "Look at what I found."

Following Zhao Guo'an's pointing direction, Xiao Feng saw a small jar at the top with a label, but this time the text on the label was in red.

Squinting to look closely, Xiao Feng finally made out the text.

It read: Eternal Darkness Flower, fortuitously acquired in the nineteenth year of Jiaqing, note: must not be exposed to light or water.

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