"You seem to have lost weight." Xiao Yu was perceptive. He reached out and touched Zhou Yan's face, then hugged his neck. "Brother, I am willing. This is also my country."
"I know..." But I can't bear to do it.
"Every Chinese person feels a lot of resentment when reading our history. It's good like this now. Moreover, I have a feeling that we may leave soon." Therefore, as a Chinese, I don't feel wronged for being able to do something in the past.
"soon?"
"I don't know how fast. I just feel a sense of urgency." He seemed to have a sudden insight into something, but he couldn't express it. He wanted to comprehend it more carefully, but something always blocked his way.
"..." Zhou Yan was silent. He had originally wanted to research all the machines in the space one by one. It seemed that he could only hand them over to his grandfather in secret.
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"Brother, where are you? What should we do with the rice cooker factory?" Xiao Yu suddenly thought.
"It's not like they won't work without me. I've already taken care of everything I needed to do before I came back." Zhou Yan said, adding, "Because of you, I got more than three months of vacation. Next, I can stay with you for three months and still get paid."
"Wow! There's such a good thing?" This is actually quite good. In his original world, Mr. Zhou was just like a machine every day. Coming here to overcome the tribulation, it might as well be a chance to rest up.
"Yes. By the way, the higher-ups have already dispatched the troops to various provinces and cities, as you requested. The distribution of food to the provinces and cities can only take place under the watchful eyes of the troops. To prevent the problems you mentioned of 'repaying kindness with resentment,' they've issued a work-for-relief program. Currently, various provinces and cities are rapidly planning, and some have already begun work. The benefit of this work is that areas previously facing food shortages will now have food. I've taken a look at this."
"Great!" Xiao Yu felt a surge of joy in his heart. "Brother, if that's the case, then let's go collect incense!"
"good."
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A spontaneous journey began on the third day after Xiao Yu woke up. The two of them, like before, each carried two children on their backs. Every time they arrived at a place, after collecting incense, they would leave something behind.
Because of this, those who were originally worried about their disappearance were relieved.
Mr. Zhou and Yingzi and others in the courtyard would occasionally receive mushrooms, pickles, dried meat, dried fruits, etc. from them by mail. Once, when Mr. Zhou was on official business in a certain city, he met a family of six.
This meeting made many fellow business people extremely envious.
Because Xiao Yu and Zhou Yan not only prepared fresh handmade instant noodles, handmade beef jerky, pork pudding, small fish strips, dried fruits, etc. for the old man, but also prepared a solid drink for him that was like malted milk, which only required one spoonful to make a cup. It was said to be extracted from fruit.
Oh, and there are also various fruit wines.
Fortunately, the two children were very caring towards the old man, and everyone who was over 45 years old with Mr. Zhou received gifts, and quite a few of them.
Forty-year-old leaders: ╭(╯^╰)╮Humph, we are young, we don’t deserve it!
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On the day of the Ghost Festival, the country was gloomy from the morning onwards, and around noon, a sudden and violent downpour descended. The Supernatural Power Bureau deployed emergency defenses and conducted inquiries everywhere, but to no avail.
It wasn't until five in the afternoon that the storm, which had been accompanied by lightning and thunder in some places, suddenly subsided. By eight or nine in the evening, the weather had turned into beautiful weather with a bright moon and sparse stars.
Xiao Yu lay exhausted in Zhou Yan's arms. On this trip, he had almost used up all the incense he had collected in the past two months.
Even so, the results are not so ideal.
It seems that due to some reasons, the incense consumption this time was too great, but the effect was less than one-third of the previous one.
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The image of hell with thousands of starving people was like a picture engraved in his mind, and could not be erased.
Xiao Yu had thought countless times about asking the refugees to leave their children behind so he could bring them back to earth and raise them. Unfortunately, they were separated by time and space, and the most he could do was send them some meager food rations.
"I saw it." After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yan's voice came from above his head. Xiao Yu also felt that the other party seemed to want to rub him into his body.
"What?"
"Luo Ziwei."
"How is that possible!" How could Luo Ziwei go to the world of incense?
"It must have been a projection of time and space. I was fighting bandits at the time. And she was in a translucent state, suspended in mid-air, sucking away all the starving ghosts who died in the famine."
"...Can you tell her level of cultivation?"
"Higher than Dragon Patrol Sea."
Xiao Yu: Long Xunhai was at the seventh level of Qi Refining in the South China Sea before, and Luo Ziwei's aura was higher than the other's when they were in Guangdong Province.
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After the Zhongyuan Festival, everything was ‘calm’. However, on the next ‘trip’, Zhou Yan chose to stay not in cities and towns, but in the wild mountains and wilderness.
The only advantage of these places is that they are full of spiritual energy.
That's right! Although the two of them had the blessing of incense and absorbed a lot of spiritual energy every time, for some reason, their cultivation level had increased very slowly since they reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.
Zhou Yan guessed that it was because the marrow cleansing and tendon strengthening were not thorough, so he dragged Xiao Yu to run ten kilometers every day.
Xiao Yu: ┭┮﹏┭┮Why should I, a lazy otaku, suffer like this?
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Three months passed quickly. After the two of them had managed to raise their cultivation to 60% of Qi Refining through various methods, their efforts to absorb spiritual energy were like falling into the ocean. Zhou Yan hadn't forgotten to invent while "traveling," and the week-long vacation he'd forced upon him was drawing to a close.
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