Touching the cool, smooth surface of the Yincun wood, Ma Yu found Fang Zong particularly pleasing to the eye.
A magical artifact! This is a magical artifact!
As a human being who walks the path of the Yellow Springs Valley, Ma Yu knows just how rare magical artifacts are.
Hearing that Yin Cunmu could heal Hu De's injuries, the kid in front of him just gave it away?
So generous?!
Ma Yu asked, "This magical artifact is useless to you?"
Fang Zong spoke frankly: "It will be of great use."
"Then why did you give it to me?"
Fang Zong remained silent.
Leaving aside the Yin Cun Wood's ability to control ghosts, the seven clusters of cold iron ghost energy within it are already a great treasure.
He wasn't that generous, but...
Who are Ma Yu and Hu De?
They are martyrs!
This kind of honor is too far removed from people like Fang Zong, who are born in the 2010s, 2000s, 1990s, or even the 1980s and 1970s. But looking back on fifty years of history, Fang Zong would not be petty.
To give an example, the merit of any martyr represents the survival of more people in that era of raging war.
Fang Zong wasn't even sure if his great-grandfather or ancestor were among the people Ma Yu and Hu De had saved!
"Ahem, just take it if you want."
Fang Zong was too lazy to be sentimental.
Ma Yu nodded, "Okay, I'll take it for one day first, and I'll give you some benefits later."
"What are the benefits?"
"Let's eat first."
Saying that they were looking for a place to fill their stomachs, Ma Yu actually found a construction site first, chatted with the foreman for a few words, and then started moving bricks.
Fang Zong stared blankly as Ma Yu moved several hundred bricks, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
Ma Yu replied, "Our military spirit cannot be rich; we can only earn and spend money at a time. Otherwise, we will be corrupted by the money of the world, and the national destiny will not be able to help suppress our killing intent."
Fang Zong was completely stunned: "Isn't that even poorer than the Nine Heavens Rebirth Group?"
Ma Yu smiled sheepishly: "It's good enough that I'm alive."
Fang Zong was speechless. He took out his phone, glanced at the countless zeros in his account, and then looked at Ma Yu. Suddenly, he felt ashamed.
He was truly ashamed.
Both of them are people who have contributed to the country. How come there is such a big difference between him, who was born in a good era, and the martyr Ma Yu?
Without saying a word, he grabbed Ma Yu and left.
First, they bought clothes, and the two of them changed into designer outfits.
Fang Zong had a feeling that he wanted Ma Yu to experience a luxurious life, and that he would buy her whatever she liked without even asking the price.
Afterwards, carrying large and small bags, we went to the restaurant recommended by Ma Yu.
[A restaurant featuring traditional Chinese cuisine and whole grain dishes.]
Fang Zong stared at the restaurant's sign, his lips twitching.
"Just this?" He had originally planned to take Ma Yu to a five-star restaurant.
Ma Yu laughed and said, "It's really good. Four large vats of raw grain, Shanxi-style gluten and pork ribs, home-style daylily, steamed wild vegetables, farm-style pancakes, braised fish slices, two-way radish balls, and farm-style porridge. We couldn't eat so many good things before. I've been in Qinan City for six years, and I still haven't been able to eat them all."
He licked the saliva from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.
Fang Zong: "..."
Well, judging by how you look, carrying bricks all day and having to buy train tickets to travel around, you probably can't even afford to stay in a hotel.
It's perfectly normal to not have tried all the dishes at a restaurant in six years.
Fang Zong really wanted to call Bai Su and ask her to come and take a look...
What the hell does it mean to suffer?!
After entering the restaurant, Fang Zong ordered all the dishes Ma Yu had mentioned. Looking at the menu, he discovered that there were also some traditional famous dishes from the grasslands.
Order all of them without hesitation: Great Khan's Ox Head, Kublai Khan's Roasted Lamb Chops, Golden Roasted Lamb Back, Hand-Pulled Lamb, and Red Soup Lamb Spine!
Not enough to eat, huh? Today you can eat your fill!
Fang Zong hardened his heart, picked up a bite of food with his chopsticks, and froze as soon as it entered his mouth.
Surprisingly...it was delicious!
The food here is all whole grains, but the essence of the classic dishes remains unchanged.
Braised beef brisket with radish is highly nutritious, and the aroma is irresistible when the lid is lifted, with a clear and sweet broth.
The four main dishes made from salted mackerel, dried shrimp salad, wild vegetable tofu, shrimp paste, and cornbread are classics. The saltiness of the salted mackerel, the aroma of the dried shrimp, the freshness of the shrimp paste, and the deliciousness of the farm-made tofu are all contained in the cornbread, making it truly wonderful!
Fang Zong asked, "You can eat this during wartime?"
Ma Yu puffed out her cheeks and shook her head: "No way! You think you're a god just because you have a mouthful of cornmeal? Hmm, delicious. Go away, you can't eat that much. You haven't become a soldier's soul yet!"
Afraid of wasting food, Ma Yu used his arm to press Yin Cunmu down, forcibly pushing his old brother back down.
Hu De, drooling, exclaimed, "No way! I haven't seen food in decades, and it's still so delicious!"
I'll take a sniff, I'll just smell it...
Fang Zong finished eating as soon as he was full, while Ma Yu ate nine-tenths of the dishes on the table.
Before leaving, the restaurant owner personally came out and gave her a 20% discount, saying that Ma Yu had enjoyed the food so much that their revenue had increased by 20% compared to usual.
Fang Zong naturally refused and transferred one million to cover Ma Yu's meals for half a year.
The restaurant owner's eyes widened: "Too many! Too many!"
Fang Zong shook his head, indicating that 1 million was not much.
He gave the fishing boat captain more than that amount.
Restaurant owner: "At least a three-year lease!"
Fang Zong: "One year will be fine."
The restaurant owner firmly shook his head: "At least two years!"
Fang Zong shook his head: "Aren't you afraid of losing money?"
The restaurant owner glanced at the plates and bowls on the table, which had been licked clean and didn't need washing, then looked at Ma Yu's belly and tentatively asked, "Eighteen months?"
We've set it at eighteen months, and we're completely satisfied.
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