"Whatever you plan to do, of course it is to do something that interests men." Alan Wilson teased and was about to take action.
"I'm not coming, it's broad daylight." Pamela Mountbatten's cheeks turned red. This place was out of the way, but it turned out that she had gone so far last night. If she hadn't been drinking, she would never have agreed, and stretched out her hand.
He pinched Alan Wilson's waist, but felt his fingertips were empty, "Where is my ring?"
"What ring?" Alan Wilson asked knowingly with a confused look on his face.
"You gave it to me in New Delhi!" Pamela Mountbatten began to put on clothes and looked around anxiously. "It's all your fault. I said you can't do anything nonsense. The gift you gave me the first time is gone."
"It can still be lost, don't worry." Alan Wilson kept his attitude low and accompanied Pamela Mountbatten to look for it with a smile.
If he really wanted to find it, he would definitely find it. He masturbated Pamela Mountbatten while she was drunk. In view of this, of course, it was natural that he could not find her.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault." Pamela Mountbatten looked dissatisfied. Not to mention that her ring was expensive, its commemorative value alone was enough to make her extremely anxious.
"Don't worry, there is no one else, let's recall it carefully." Alan Wilson comforted softly, vowing to find the ring that is full of history and humanity and has important commemorative significance.
First of all, recall what the two of them did yesterday. In fact, it was nothing more than enjoying the moon and drinking in the yard. The next step was that there was no one around, so I couldn’t help but start from the yard. So the first scene was outside. Let’s recall what happened before and after drinking.
Just search somewhere.
"Is this thing useful?" Pamela Mountbatten asked with some uncertainty as she saw Alan Wilson taking out the mine detector.
"When I was in the United States, I saw some people on the beach with mine detectors looking for gold rings that fell while swimming. I saw them more than once. As long as they exist, they are of course useful." Ai
Len Wilson patted his chest confidently, "As long as it's still in Hoxon, it will be found."
Under the expectant gaze of Pamela Mountbatten, Alan Wilson found nothing for a whole day. This not only disappointed his fiancée, but also made him sweat from exhaustion.
"It looks like we need to use some tricks." Alan Wilson was furious. This treasure was harder to find than he thought. But he bought all the land nearby and dug three feet to find it. "We must garrison it."
Metal detector truck.”
"Well!" Pamela Mountbatten looked at her fiancé who was sweating and said angrily, "Borrow it from the nearby garrison."
"Is it so easy?" Alan Wilson looked at the famous second generation of the British Empire. I just said casually with my conscience.
Bring the metal detection vehicle over and turn on the detection device. The so-called precision instruments in the tube era are usually proportional to their volume. The Russians have a saying that when encountering an obstacle, the iron rod sweeps across it. The bigger the obstacle, the thicker the iron rod.
Big is beauty, more is better, caliber is justice, and turret is truth. The metal detector truck came over and walked around and found that it was more effective than the portable metal detector.
A circle surrounding this typical small farmhouse in the Victorian English countryside, with its cultivated groves, gardens, and original farmyard, points out the range of metal reactions.
As the birthplace of modern civilization in the UK, even the newest city, London, is full of old-fashioned atmosphere, not to mention the vast countryside. Under normal circumstances, many British villages have not changed in pattern for hundreds of years. There are also very few residents here.
Renovate the house.
Pamela Mountbatten thanked the nearby military base for her help and said goodbye to the soldiers who came here specially. Alan Wilson was already sweating profusely. When Pamela Mountbatten came back, she did not forget to complain, "Even the two of us yesterday
You are very strong, so you shouldn't have made the ring so deep."
"That's right, you don't have such strength. No..." Seeing the man turn back and glare at her, Pamela Mountbatten quickly changed her words, "My dear, I am not as strong as Mother Earth."
"That's about the same!" Alan Wilson continued to swing the shovel and repeated what he was doing to Mother Earth. The hole was dug deeper and deeper. Along with the dug out soil, a silver light hit, and Pamela Mountbatten hurriedly hid.
He opened it, but he immediately beamed with joy, thinking that he had found his gemstone ring, and ran towards the spot happily.
"What's wrong?" Alan Wilson lowered his head casually. He didn't actually see anything flying out of the excavated soil. However, after being reminded by his fiancée, he took two steps forward and looked at the silver coins in Pamela Mountbatten's hand.
The two people stared at the silver coins in their hands, which were obviously not modern craftsmanship. Alan Wilson looked at the shovel in his hands, and at the old silver coins in Pamela Mountbatten's palm, he said suspiciously, "You are of such a good background.
, do you know this type of coin?"
"It seems to be a silver coin from the Roman Empire!" Pamela Mountbatten said uncertainly, then immediately covered her mouth and looked at her man with bright eyes.
Alan Wilson leaned back involuntarily. Maybe it was an illusion, but his instinct just now was like being stared at by a giant dragon. He stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat, turned to look at the hole he dug, and was talking to Pamé.
When Ramon Barton looked at each other, their eyes spoke for themselves.
Witnessed by the eternal sun, two sneaky men and women, but with eyes brighter than the sun, worked tirelessly to transform the earth. As a man, Alan Wilson certainly could not let his fiancée do such physical work. Pamela
Ramon Barton stood aside, watching as the hole was dug deeper and deeper, reaching the level of his fiancé's waist. Silver coins, gold coins, spoons, and jewelry were thrown out.
"Bring the car over!" Alan Wilson stood in the half-deep pit and said in a guilty tone.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh, okay!" Pamela Mountbatten stumbled forward, her body as light as if she had been severely ravaged by Alan Wilson. After a while, she turned the car
Move over.
The two threw gold and silver jewelry and coins into the car, as well as some unearthed statues. "There was also a gold nugget that couldn't be knocked. It was very heavy and I couldn't move it."
"Bury it again, let's think of a solution first." Pamela Mountbatten grabbed the man's somewhat red hand and said softly.
Now the two of them looked like male and female thieves. They had never thought about handing over this treasure to the British Empire. When they entered the house, the somewhat tired Alan Wilson took off his clothes and lay directly on it, but
Frowning, he turned over, reached behind and grabbed Pamela Mountbatten's ring, sighing, "So it's here?"
"The owner of this treasure must have a distinguished background." She took the ring and put it on her hand again. Pamela Mountbatten also reached out and touched her face. It was very hot.
"It's probably equivalent to the background of your family at that time." Alan Wilson launched a fierce attack on the water in the cup. His body was already covered with sweat, and waves of soreness hit him. "Pamela, come here. You say
What to do with this treasure?”
"I don't know!" Pamela Mountbatten snuggled into the man's arms. The skin she touched was sticky. She could feel the man's fatigue. He must be exhausted. "He must be exhausted. He is sweating so much.
"
"Don't feel tired when digging!" Alan Wilson's voice was a little rough, and he nibbled at the woman's lips, and then stopped talking to himself, "It's better to take a rest first, even if it's Charles who plows the land.
The horse needs to rest too."
In the end, the two decided to stop digging temporarily, take away the unearthed treasures, and return to London to prepare before returning.
Alan Wilson was already paralyzed from exhaustion. Of course, Pamela Mountbatten took over the driving job. Looking at the man who was still able to shout a sledgehammer while rocking in the back seat, Pamela Mountbatten tried to reduce the bumps as much as possible, her face
It's quite complicated.
I remembered what the Hindu master said to me in that Indian temple. The Indian master said that the two of them would be very happy together, and they could even get a fortune from heaven together, but this man was very popular with women.
Different women will appear to test the relationship between the two.
"Hey!" Pamela Mountbatten sighed secretly, thinking, was she right after all? It would be great if it didn't work.
She had no doubt at all, everything was obvious now, and it was clear that the master's prediction had come true.
Of course Alan Wilson knew nothing about women's psychological activities, and it was not fake that he was so exhausted that he didn't wake up until London, and happened to have fallen asleep.
"We should find a place to have it authenticated. What if it's fake?" Alan Wilson returned to London full of energy. The iron box used in India has served its purpose again.
"When I have the chance, I'll go find someone to appraise it. I need to ask my mother about this. I remember that the curator of the Museum of London is my mother's friend." Pamela Mountbatten walked out of the bathroom, "Put the water in, go in and take a dip.
, you are exhausted."
"I don't object to taking a bath, but it would be better if we could take a bath together." Alan Wilson grabbed his fiancée's hand and entered the bathroom together.
After a day's rest, the two of them returned to Hoxon with better preparations. This kind of thing still cannot be done by others. That may save some energy, but it will lose reliability.
A job like this is just like Whitehall's work rules, especially reliability...
After a day of digging, a total of 14,000 silver coins, 565 gold coins, 24 copper coins, some handicrafts, jewelry and gold nuggets were unearthed. Regardless of historical value, the last piece cannot be moved without human effort.
The gold nugget has the greatest value.
But things from the Roman Empire era cannot be ignored without considering their historical value. They successfully used the rope buckle to pull out the gold nugget. The two were relieved and looked at each other with joy in their eyes.