Falcao took a glance and saw the miners working scatteredly twenty meters away, and gritted his teeth in his heart: "You guys lift me up, and I'll get one and study it!"

The basket is hung high on the top of the iron frame on both sides of the mine, about three to four meters above the ground. It is impossible to get it by just relying on one's own jumping.

After the cooperation, the trembling assistant's calf was a little shaky, firstly because he finally did not attract the attention of the miners not far away, and secondly...it's time for Falcao to lose weight!!

Falcao fell to the ground, holding the 'trophy' in his hand, and hurriedly hid among the assistants. He was surrounded and was in the blind spot of the miners' sight.

With a wave of his hand, Falcao cleared away the white fog that blocked his sight. He discovered that this 'basket' was rough in workmanship and had pitted tentacles. It seemed more appropriate to describe it as an earthen pot.

Falcao guessed right. These 'baskets' were indeed earthen pots made by the residents of Huaxia Town using local techniques. They were not exquisite in any way, as long as they did not leak.

"water?"

Falcao looked in from the mouth of the earthen jar, and saw a little ripple and a loud splash. The earthen jar was actually filled with... liquid?!

Before Falcao had time to be surprised, the water in the earthen jar suddenly started churning, and several tiny black shadows stirred. Falcao was so shocked that his hands shook, and the earthen jar fell to the ground with a bang.

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

"Falcao, are your hands greased? You can't even hold a basket!"

"Idiot, are you too old to be weak?"

The assistants were startled, and their hearts almost burst out of their throats. They were afraid that the movement would attract the miners and the terrifying guards. They immediately forgot about the identity of Falcao's leader and started cursing incessantly.

Fortunately, whether it was because of the size of the mine or because the miners there were too focused on their work, the crisp sound of the jar falling did not attract anyone.

After waiting for a long time, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Falcao and his group finally calmed down and had time to look at the earthen jars on the ground.

The earthen jar was strong, with only one crack. The water inside slowly flowed out from the gap and moistened the ground.

Falcao was brave, dipped some water stains, put it in front of his nose and smelled: "It seems to be water..."

Really water?

The assistants were dumbfounded: What are you doing hanging a basket of water above your head? And why is there white mist all the time? You know, even a pot of boiling water has already become cold after such a long time!

Falcao glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the dark shadow flashing again in the earthen jar. His heart skipped a beat. He thought for a while, his curiosity overcame his fear. He gritted his teeth and reached into the earthen jar with one hand.

What on earth is the black shadow?

Falcao became furious and had to find out the true identity of the 'culprit' who made him accidentally drop the jar!

Without hesitation, Falcao took out the 'culprit' and put it under the light. Everyone was dumbfounded: What, this, this, this... this is a fish, right?

Golden fish scales, red fish tail, a small fish about three inches long, with its mouth wide open, breathing mischievously and hard, seemingly saying: Old man, you broke my home, didn't you? Hurry up and do it

When I put it back into the water, I almost suffocated!

Falcao murmured blankly: "It's a fish, it's a fish! What's going on?"

The assistants regained their composure and boldly went to dig out the jar again. After a while, they actually took out four more identical golden fish!

A group of foreigners who claimed to be scientists were like little kids playing with urine and mud, squatting around the broken earthen jars, staring at the small fish with their big eyes, and they all stood there in a daze.

Are these Orientals talking too much? Put small fishes in jars and hang them above your head. What’s the point?

And there’s not just one hanging there, one every ten meters since entering the mine, so there are at least hundreds of them, right?

It's unscientific to keep white mist coming out after installing fish... Could it be Eastern witchcraft?

Until the poor warm fish died one after another in the hands of Falcao and others, these foreigners were still unable to recover.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally called out and broke the silence: "Ah, it’s a bit cold! The temperature has dropped!"

Yes, everyone woke up, and they, who were wearing thin clothes, were shocked to find that this area had become cold! The temperature dropped by at least ten degrees from more than 20 degrees just now!!

The temperature dropped sharply, and the huge temperature difference caused Falcao and others to sneeze. They threw away the body of the warm fish and ran to the side.
Chapter completed!