Ao Muyang went to the old man's shoddy pottery jar and looked at it. He wanted to find some pickles. There were fat lard and pork belly in the refrigerator, and served with green onions and dried peppers to stir-fry a pickle.

The old jar has a large opening, and there is a large gray stone in the center. The fisherman's pickle jar will put stones on the fisherman's pickle jar. One is to squeeze out the water from the pickle vegetables such as radish, and the other is to prevent the pickle from floating and floating on the water surface, otherwise it will easily deteriorate.

But this stone is not omnipotent. This large jar has been made in the pickle jar for decades. It has not been brushed in it for a long time, and it smells like it when it pops up.

Ao Muyang was used to this smell, and this was the case with the pickle jar.

He wanted to find a pimple head, so he asked while studying it: "Grandpa Bing, when did the pimple head come in? Is there any old material?"

Like green radish, the pimples have a spicy flavor. If the marination time is short, the taste cannot be removed, and it will affect the taste when stir-fry.

The old man said, "If you flip down, you can find an old lump that has been around for more than ten years, haha."

Ao Muyang didn't need such a treasure. He picked up the stone and reached down to touch it. The pickling age could be judged by the softness and hardness of the lump head.

He reached out and stirred it in the jar for a few times, and the stronger smell of pickles spread, so he had to hold his breath and touch it.

During this process, he always felt something was wrong and something seemed to be wrong, but when he looked at the pickle jar, he found something wrong.

Depressed, he had to frown and continue to touch it, and then took it out after touching a suitable pimple with soft and hard lump.

When he found the pickles, he was about to put the stone on it. Just as he picked up the stone, he knew something was wrong: the stone was too light!

He kept rummaging to find the lump head with his hands, and then took out the stone with his left hand and held it in his hand. So when he looked into the pickle jar just now, he didn't find anything wrong. It turned out that what was wrong was the stone in his hand.

This stone was a bit too light, as big as a cantaloupe, but it was easily picked up by him. Ao Muyang felt that under normal circumstances, the stone must be twice the weight in his hand.

He was having nothing to do at this time, so he simply studied the stone and asked, "Grandpa Bing, where did this stone come from?"

Ao Zhibing was still smoking happily with his cigarette pipe in his mouth. After hearing his words, the old man stood up and squinted his eyes for a while, and then said uncertainly: "It seems that it was given by Aman? I forgot, it has been twenty years. It seems that once Aman caught some stones from the sea, and I happened to find someone who pressed the pickles, so I asked for a piece from him."

The Aman he mentioned was Ao Zhiman. Because both of them lived alone early, they had a good relationship. He and Ao Muyang were few people in the village who could enter Ao Zhiman's house at any time.

Hearing Ao Zhibing's answer, Ao Muyang suddenly had a bold guess. He said, "Grandpa Bing, this stone is very light. Don't you think it's wrong?"

Ao Zhibing said: "Is it light? I didn't feel it, I can suppress the pickles anyway."

Ao Muyang thought to himself that was not the case. The proportion of this stone was larger than water after all, and it was impossible for it to be unable to suppress the pickles and float on the water together.

He took out the stone and rinsed it with sea water. The stone had been soaked in the pickle jar for too long, and the odor on it could not be washed away, and it had been pickled into the taste.

After washing for a while, Ao Muyang still smelled it, so he stopped doing useless work. He waved to the Black Dragon and said, "Give me your knife to use it."

The black dragon pulled out a saber from the back, and the hands were heavy. There were serrated teeth on the back of the knife, which was very thick.

Ao Muyang held the stone with one hand and sawed it up. He didn't think much about it. He simply felt that the stone was too light and wanted to see if it was a honeycomb stone inside.

Honeycomb stone is also called water ring stone. This kind of stone has many holes on it. Put it on the beach and let the sea water slap it, making rhythmic sounds. When Ao Muyang was a child, he often looked for such stones with his friends to compare sounds.

The stone is not strong, after all, it has been pickled in salt water for many years and looks a little crispy.

After the dagger was sawed up, there was only a crackling sound, and stone chips flew away. It began to separate like a thousand-layer cake, falling down a layer of stone shells.

This made Ao Muyang wonder, was it something wrapped in the stone? It wasn't it a dinosaur egg or something inside, right?

He became interested and knocked and sawed, and then as the stone shells and debris fell off, a little orange and yellow appeared.

Ao Zhibing stayed by the side and watched. At this time, he was shocked. He quickly took off the pipe rod in his mouth and said, "Ah, is there gold inside?"

Ao Muyang shook his head and said, "Impossible, gold is heavier than a stone. This stone is too lighter. What is inside? Let's take a look."

He shaved the stone wrapped outside with the tip of a knife, and gradually revealed the true face of the thing inside: an orange-yellow opaque mineral, Ao Muyang is familiar with it. This is beeswax, which is the sea amber in the population of the fishing village!

There is sea amber in Hongyang Bay. Ao Zhiman started salvaging this thing since he was young. Thinking of this stone that Ao Zhibing wanted from Ao Zhiman, it was definitely sea amber.

No wonder this stone is so light, and the specific gravity of beeswax is not half that of the stone. It only sinks a little bit, and high-quality beeswax can even float in the sea water!

Ao Muyang estimated that this piece of beeswax should have been wrapped in sand and gravel after sank into the ground for millions of years. Due to pressure and temperature, these sand and gravel merged and condensed together and became a whole piece of stone.

This is different from jadeite. The stone skin wrapped in beeswax is not strong and can be uncovered layer by layer with tools, unlike jadeite and stone that are almost integrated.

As the beeswax was exposed more and more, Ao Zhibing also recognized it. He shouted in surprise: "Oh, this is a piece of beeswax."

When Zhong Cang and his wife heard the news, they heard that the beeswax was dug out of the stone pressing the pickles. The two of them were amazed: "It's so interesting. Uncle Bing, you have always pressed the pickles with a baby. No wonder I said that the pickles you pickles are delicious."

"This is such a treasure. I have seen beeswax in the mall. It's quite expensive. How much does it cost to be such a large dollar? It's not worth hundreds of thousands or millions?"

Ao Muyang washed it with water and said to the old man with a smile: "Grandpa Bing, you have won the prize now. If you sell this stone, you can become a rich man."

Ao Zhibing shook his head and said, "Hey, what does this have to do with me? This is Aman's. It turns out that Aman gave me a piece of beeswax at that time. Then, let's take it to him when you go back."

Zhong Cang asked in surprise: "Uncle Bing, you, are you going to give this beeswax to others?"

The old man smiled and said, "Who is the one who gave me? They didn't care about it anymore. Now that we know the truth, we must send it back to others. Boss, you send it back to Aman. Aman has been looking for this thing for many years, and I guess he will be happy for a while!"
Chapter completed!