Ling Feng was startled and turned around to look at them: "What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing!" A young man quickly waved his hand.
"What do you mean nothing, I heard it all. You both want to take something from the ancient tomb and exchange it for money, isn't it for yourselves?" Ling Feng squatted down to ask.
"No..."
One of the young men shook his head: "I want to get some money to drill two deep water wells for the village..."
Ling Feng: "...."
He didn't expect the other party to say this, and after a moment's pause, he asked: "Unexpectedly, you're quite aware, aren't you? You're not doing it for yourself, but for the villagers?"
"This is our Lvliu Village's secretary, Zhang Jinshan, I am the village committee member, Jin Ming, we are really not doing it for ourselves!" another young man said.
"Is that how it is?"
Ling Feng found it even more interesting upon hearing this.
So he stepped forward and pulled the two up: "The ground is cold, don't lie there."
