Let's start with the fact that the house was inherited from my grandmother and my wife and I decided to redo everything. Considering that we are keen on searching, the first thought was to dig in the garden. It is small, but it is located near the river. Since the house is almost in the city center, there was no doubt that there would be finds. We first went there with Golden Mask 4 after we prepared the garden for planting. I was digging, and my wife, with her words, “squealed.” We dug up a bunch of garbage, since the garden was completely littered, we had to dig up everything that stuck the most, more precisely, mugs, pots, tires, spoons, forks and all sorts of scraps. After three hours of digging, the first tips came. I remember a penny from the 20s that burned into a penny and a nickel from the 50s, and I forgot what else was there. As a result, towards evening, having cleared the garden of wire and lids, coins from the Soviet era began to appear again. In the morning I went to work, and my other half seemed to feel that there was something else there. She called me and joyfully said into the phone: “I’m digging royal coins in our garden!” I praised her with a smile and said that we’ll see at home. When I arrived, they were indeed coins from the Tsarist era, but they were killed. One of them really interested me. It was 20 kopecks. They were green, I thought they were SRSR. After I washed it with water, the eagle began to appear. Without thinking twice, I threw it into hydrogen peroxide. A couple of days later I took it out and as it turned out, the silver had oxidized so much that it seemed like a cocoon. Having pressed hard on the coin, it began to collapse. The silver looked like an egg shell, it’s a shame I didn’t take a photo. This is an interesting fact. The story doesn't end there. After a month or two, we cleaned the house and took out all the old things. My attention was drawn to a chest with grandmother’s rags. After watching a video on YouTube about how coins and jewelry were hidden in such chests, I broke it, it’s a pity, of course, but it was rotten and full of holes. Alas, the miracle did not happen. There were no finds other than wormwood and a pair of socks. Afterwards we went home. In the morning I went to work again, and my wife went on to clean up. After a while, the phone rang. I pick up the phone, my wife says: “I found a pawn in the chest.” At first I didn’t believe it, I thought he was joking, but how seriously he spoke. I didn’t believe it until I saw the photo.
It turned out that when she was taking the remains of the chest out of the house, she got to the bottom, and there was this little stash.
Always check the bottom, as practice has shown. Here's a little story, let's let the wives use the devices. Good finds everyone.
Sent by Dimon