Imagination

The helicopter whizzed through the sky.

Below it was Little White's running figure.

Everyone saw Little White running into the distance with a clear target.

After a while, they gradually approached their target.

Everyone looked into the distance from the helicopter and was slightly stunned.

They saw through the window.

A village appeared in front of them.

Meanwhile…

In the village.

In a farming house.

A few burly men were sitting around the table, staring at the few cultural relics in front of them.

They were still covered in mud and looked very old.

They were all counting the money in their hands, looking very excited.

"Hehe, this money is too easy to earn. If I sell these things, I won't have to worry about food and drink for the next few years!"

"That's right. This is much more money than when we farmed or went to construction sites in the past!"