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Faced with a room full of things, the Chang family was momentarily at a loss. The old man, Chang Xingbang, was the first to recover and directed everyone to start tidying up. Everyone then seemed to snap out of their daze and began carrying these "mysterious gifts" out.

The first thing that catches the eye is the several large bags of exquisite clothes piled on top. Tang Yue didn't take out anything too flashy; a family like Chang Yin's couldn't afford to dress too conspicuously.

They were all ordinary-colored and styled clothes, but upon closer inspection, the fabric was surprisingly good, and the workmanship was extremely meticulous. There were also wool sweaters, wool pants, scarves, hats, socks, and even several bags of yarn.

There were also many fabrics of various colors. Several pairs of leather shoes, the leather soft and delicate, clearly not ordinary without even wearing them. Below were several exquisite boxes; Aunt Chang opened one at random, and the beautiful jewelry inside was simply breathtaking. This was incredibly extravagant! She had no idea what the value of just this one piece of jewelry was.

Beneath the jewelry box were stacks of food in cloth bags. These included various pastries and candies sourced from Japanese supermarkets, colorful, diverse in shape, and exuding an enticing sweet aroma. Of course, they weren't wrapped in Japanese paper; Tang Yue had already disposed of these in her spatial storage beforehand.

There are also teas with an antique appearance. With a gentle sniff, you can smell the delicate aroma of tea. It is said that these teas are highly regarded treasures in Japan.

Below are baskets of wild mushrooms, including porcini and morels, each one plump and fleshy, perfect for soups; there is also honey from the Qinling Mountains. Since there was nothing else to put it in, Tang Yue placed it directly into a small jar with a diameter of about 50 centimeters, and the honey from the honeycomb was slowly flowing into the jar.

Scrolling down further, you'll find all sorts of everyday items. Japanese electrical appliances are small and exquisite, including multifunctional portable radios that allow you to listen to broadcasts anytime, anywhere and stay informed about current events; and well-made flashlights that are bright and durable, a rare find in this era of relative scarcity.

Schisandra berries and chestnuts were packed in burlap sacks. This was likely because they figured they wouldn't need that many schisandra berries, so there was only one sack, but four sacks full of chestnuts.

Next to it were five sacks of rice and three sacks of flour. The flour was so fine that Feng Guiping and Aunt Chang had never seen anything like it before.

There were also several bags containing other grains and various beans. These things were too heavy, so Chang's father, Chang's second uncle, and Chang Yin moved them out bit by bit. In the end, everyone was dumbfounded.

Pheasants, rabbits, wild goats, and roe deer were piled up in a corner, only slightly shorter than the burlap sacks.

Aside from wiping their sweat and working, the Chang family members didn't know what to say, or what they could say. Aunt Chang had only one thought in her mind: We're rich! We couldn't use all this stuff even if we married ten wives!

The old leader had gone from being shocked at the beginning to being numb. He kept thinking about what to do with all these things. He wondered if he would be sent down to live in a cowshed if he kept them all at home.

When Chang Yin returned, the group had not yet finished moving things. Because of the short time, they had only moved these things out of Chang Yin's room. At this time, the corridor on the second floor was full of things.

Chang Yin felt a chill run down his spine at the sight. He coughed lightly, breaking the silence in the house.

When everyone saw him return, they opened their mouths as if to say something, but didn't know where to begin. Only Chang Yin came over and bumped Chang Yin's shoulder, saying, "Brother, you're amazing."

Tang Yue didn't care about the Chang family's reaction. She felt that the battalion commander had helped her a lot, and now that she had the opportunity to visit his family, she naturally wanted to treat them well. Besides, none of the items exceeded the allowed standards; it was just that there were too many of them displayed together.

But none of those things were plundered from the Chinese people; she brought them back from Japan herself. And there are things from the Qinling Mountains that no one can enter. No one can say anything about them, right?

These days, even high-ranking officials can't be extravagant; they can't just have meat on their tables whenever they want. They also have to carefully budget their food intake. Thinking about it this way, Tang Yue even felt they hadn't been given enough.

Lying on the bed in the guesthouse, Tang Yue suddenly thought of many people. The one she worried about most was Mr. Qi. She hadn't seen him for a while and wondered how his health was.

With that thought, she couldn't stay still. The battalion commander said they would stay in Kyoto for two days. Tang Yue wondered if it would be okay for her to secretly go and see Mr. Qi now.

She was ready to leave immediately, but where was Mr. Qi? She'd never been there before. Left with no other option, Tang Yue could only use her external consciousness to search for him within Kyoto.

He searched area by area, and finally found Mr. Qi in an office. Tang Yue frowned; Mr. Qi looked even thinner than the last time she saw him.

Moreover, he would occasionally press his lower abdomen, as if it hurt.

Ignoring the heavily guarded soldiers outside, Tang Yue stealthily entered the office building and went straight to Mr. Qi's office. The door was closed, but Tang Yue could hear the rustling sound of Mr. Qi writing and his heavy breathing as he endured the pain through the door.

Tang Yue flicked her finger, and a wisp of spiritual energy shot through the crack in the door into Mr. Qi's forehead. Mr. Qi immediately fainted and slumped onto the table.

Tang Yue pushed open the door and used her spiritual power to lift Mr. Qi onto the small bed in the lounge. Her small hand touched Mr. Qi's wrist, and a wisp of spiritual power began to circulate within his body.

She had wanted to do this when she last met Mr. Qi, but he hadn't given her the chance. But seeing him in so much pain this time, she couldn't bear it.

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