The strategist once told her that this weapon originated from the ideas of the Gongshu family's mechanical arts. Since ancient times, the Mo family and the Gongshu family have been the strongest in mechanical arts. The Mo family focuses on defense, while the Gongshu family focuses on offense.

Although this weapon is useful, the strategist never told her that it was so expensive!

Moreover, when the strategist gave her this gift, he didn't tell her how valuable it was, and he didn't even ask her for a single penny.

"Come on, take it." Yin asked, puzzled, seeing her standing there blankly, neither moving nor taking it.

"Yeah, here you go, it's not for you." Shu couldn't argue with his brother, so he could only vent his anger on her.

"How much?" she asked, staring at the black belt, though she already had a rough idea of ​​the price just from hearing about a castle.

A castle, how long would it take her to earn back that amount of Sichuan peppercorns?

"No need, take it." Yin had initially thought this person was thinking about something profound, but upon hearing this, she was speechless and forced the things onto her.

However, Shu, who was standing to the side, spoke up: "The process of making this thing is very complicated. Let me tell you, it cost me a lot of money..."

"Alright, shut up." Yin slapped Shu on the back, then pulled him away, saying, "We're leaving now. Do as you please."

"Hey? Bro, she asked how much it cost herself!" Shu was being pulled back, but still couldn't give up and turned to look at her. "This thing is expensive, I'm telling you, it cost me..."

"Hurry up and leave." Yin frowned, glancing at Shu with obvious disdain. "Think about the Samadhi Fire that filled your talisman. If it weren't for her, where would you have found someone to fill your talisman?"

Upon hearing the word "talisman," Shu, though inwardly resentful, stopped shouting and muttered in a low voice, "How much is it worth for just a little fire? I made my own talisman, not the other way around."

Mu Qingyun watched their departing figures, then looked down at the weapon in her hand.

Alright, that's enough. Even if she sells seasonings 24 hours a day, she'll still build Yin another castle.

Wait a minute, don't military academies pay salaries every month?

Thinking of this, she quickly took out her phone, opened the search software, and searched for the basic salaries of various positions in the military academy.

Hey, what did she see?

A general's monthly salary is 50,000!

With twelve months in a year, at 50,000 yuan per month, that's 600,000 yuan a year. You can also freeload on food, drinks, and accommodation at the military academy.

As for castles, the average price ranges from several hundred to tens of millions. Let's take ten million as an average. She earns 600,000 a year in military academy salary alone. If she wants to buy a castle, she would have to work for 18 years.

She's not very old now, almost 20. If she works for 18 years, she'll only be 38. Considering the time she's spent climbing the ladder, and subtracting the estimated price she makes selling seasonings.

Okay, let's be on the safe side then.

"When I turn 40, I will definitely pay you back all the money." Gripping the weapon in her hand, she pulled the belt onto her body.

The hoodie I wore today, once it was down, made the belt completely invisible.

Perfect.

Mu Qingyun was very satisfied with this.

She patted her clothes, picked up a stool, and walked into the house.

Everything was perfectly arranged, and she could prepare to depart after a night's rest.

The night passed, she booked tickets on her phone, used her plant powers to nurture the land, and finally prepared some things to visit the old man's grave.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you when I have time. From now on, this place will be a peaceful haven where you can rest well and won't have to worry about anything anymore." She looked at the memorial tablet in front of her. To prevent the food from being wasted again, she made sure to use only fruit and even wove a small trinket out of straw.

After offering incense, she tidied herself up briefly and set off on her way back to the city.

Once inside the car, Mu Qingyun closed her eyes, found a comfortable position to lie down in the back seat, and watched the scenery rushing past the window. Her hand unconsciously reached for the weapon at her waist.

During this trip to the wilderness, she encountered many things she never dared to imagine before.

There were even vampires in this era, and she even briefly became a vampire, indirectly contributing to the unification of the Dracula clan.

Besides these, she had some more questions in her mind about the strategist.

Looking back now, the strategist's behavior was indeed a bit strange; she couldn't understand what he occasionally said.

Moreover, she possessed mechanical skills and formations, things that no one else would know about.

Her first weapon was a gift from her strategist, and her first military achievement was also a result of a strategy devised by her strategist in secret.

The strategist also frequently observed the celestial phenomena at night, as if he were watching something. When did he disappear?

She frowned and thought for a moment, then sighed and shook her head helplessly. She couldn't remember, but she did remember that the last time she saw the strategist, he asked her a question—

If you had the chance to live another life, would you want to live a different life?

She remembered asking at that time: What does "different life" mean?

The strategist smiled as he looked at the bright moonlight. "There is unwavering love, sincere and honest friends, and the life I want. I will no longer be toiled by war, no longer heartbroken by betrayal, and no longer lose the ability to love because of intrigue."

"Sister, can you help me twist this open?"

Mu Qingyun, who was immersed in her own world, suddenly came back to her senses and turned to look at the person who had pushed her. It was a little girl.

Without replying, she simply reached out and took the item, twisting it open for the person.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Just as I handed the things back, a woman suddenly ran up from behind and knocked the water out of my hand.

Mu Qingyun: ……

"What is this for my baby?" the woman yelled at her without asking any questions, holding the child in one arm and looking very nervous.

"Mom, this is the water you bought for me. I couldn't open it, so I asked my sister to open it for me." The little girl seemed startled by her mother's action and was a little at a loss, but she still explained softly to her.

Upon hearing the little girl's words, the woman paused for a moment, then belatedly realized that she was wrong.

She exclaimed "Oh!" as if suddenly realizing something, and then quickly apologized repeatedly, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too sensitive, I'm so sorry."

"It's nothing." Rubbing her reddened hand, Mu Qingyun turned her head away and ignored them.

It seems she wasn't destined to help others.

Seeing the cold look on her face, the woman lowered her head awkwardly, picked up her child, and walked away.

Mu Qingyun looked at the scenery outside. The car was going fast enough that they arrived at their destination in no time.

She followed the crowd out; the bustling city was a stark contrast to the desolate wilderness.

She found a crowded place, took out all the things she had prepared to sell and spread them on the ground.