Chapter 191: Following the logic that nemeses and poor daoists never die, a young lady loves wealth—zero‑yuan shopping is excellent

「Diamond? 」

Shen Man's brain froze for a few seconds, then she reacted, this is a raw diamond!

Goodness, she had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, actually she didn't recognize it!

「Meow. 」

Yes, master, this is diamond, there are still many more underground, but they're all embedded in rock, hard to dig, so I dug a few of good quality, low impurity, and stored them in my space.

Tangyuan's treasure-hunting senses the spiritual energy contained in treasures; other nice-looking stones more or less retain some spiritual energy.

This diamond doesn't have that, but it remembers the ancestor liked it, so I dug a few more, thinking the master would probably like it too.

「Good good good, Tangyuan you shouldn't be called Tangyuan, you should be called Yuanbao, you're great! 」

Shen Man laughed hahaha, if not for fearing that her main body outside would space out for a long time and let the man notice something, she would have wanted to keep staying in the space catching up with Tangyuan.

「Meow meow meow. 」

Master, I like the name Tangyuan, I don't want to change it to Yuanbao.

「Got it, I won't say more, I need to go out, you protect your paws, don't overwork yourself. 」

After briefly saying goodbye to Tangyuan, Shen Man's consciousness returned to her body, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

She hasn't studied gemstones much, doesn't really know the trade, but she knows about diamonds.

Diamonds of several dozen carats have been hyped to sky-high prices; the few diamonds Tangyuan hoarded for her each weigh at least one catty, i. e., at least 500 grams!

We've gotten rich, it turns out Tangyuan is a money‑beckoning cat.

Saying she goes out hunting to support her and her child, that's really true!

But excitement aside, reason returned.

At most she would collect a few or a few dozen.

The rest should still be handed over to the state father; that's more appropriate.

Diamond, it's not just a diamond, not that simple as ornament.

It also has huge industrial uses, playing a huge role in cutting tools, abrasives, heat‑dissipation materials, window materials, semiconductor materials, military industry and space technology, etc.

A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it by proper means.

In this era, the state father is still struggling forward; even if she is greedy for wealth, she cannot swallow all resources at this time.

As Tangyuan's abilities recover and grow stronger, perhaps she could cross the ocean to go abroad for zero‑yuan shopping; who knows?

Following the logic of "nemeses don't die, poor daoists don't die," a young lady loves wealth, zero‑yuan shopping is excellent.

The sea breeze blew gently, the salty air mixed with a bit of moisture.

Section Commander Duan unconsciously rubbed his old cold leg; strange, his old cold leg hasn't acted up lately.

Previously, on the eve of a storm, his old cold leg would torment him so he couldn't sleep.

Jiang Ye twisted open the kettle, poured himself a cup of water, to moisten his throat.

His gaze unconsciously fell on the wife facing the sea; he wondered what she was thinking, her shoulders shrugging, not crying but laughing.

What is she laughing at?

Did she think of something funny?

Why doesn't she share it with him?

Hmm? Surely it's because he hasn't done enough.

Shen Man didn't realize that her dazed look, completely immersed in the joy of getting rich overnight, would make the man misunderstand.

In the signalman's view, it was the old leader gazing at the Jiang regiment, showing a kind smile.

The Jiang regiment gazed at Comrade Shen, showing a happy smile.

Comrade Shen gazed at the sea, showing a silly smile.

And he, uh, gazed at his feet, showing a bitter smile.

As a bachelor, thinking of the letter his parents sent from home telling him to take time during National Day to go home for a blind date, he reckoned he couldn't stay single anymore; he should listen to his parents and go home to look around.

If it works out, he'll hurry up and marry, saving himself from always watching others flaunt their love.

「Wuuu—」

The passenger ship brushed past a supply vessel, the red flag painted with the five‑star group fluttering in the wind— that was the most beautiful sight on the sea surface.

Shen Man rubbed her belly, inexplicably feeling at ease.

Over here, Lao Mo sent the brothers back to the bridal room, then helped the siblings move their things into the courtyard, saying, "Siblings, I'm leaving first; Old Zhou is now in your hands."

「Hmm, okay, Elder Brother Mo. 」

Ji Xianxian nodded politely, watched the person ride away on a tricycle, then the smile on her face faded.

She could feel that her husband's good brother did not take a liking to her.

Anyway, as long as they get along on the surface, that's fine.

After closing the gate, she turned around, looked at the low‑rise houses, and let out a long breath.

At least, she has strived for herself; this is what she can currently leverage—her beauty, her youth, her tightly held happiness, right?

The luggage on the ground, as part of the dowry, she glanced over and saw in the basket neatly stacked egg cakes, plus two packets of brown sugar and two jars of honey; the corners of her mouth twitched into a wry smile.

She never expected that the person she owed would actually send her a heavy gift.

And the connections she painstakingly cultivated, her good reputation, ended up giving her little help.

Slowly moving things back to the room, resigned to fate?

No, she does not think this is her fate of aging and dying in a blink!

She believes man can conquer heaven; while getting by in the present, she will prepare for a better future life!

「Wife? 」

In the bedroom, a gruff male voice sounded; Ji Xianxian knew what that meant for what she would have to give next.

After taking a deep breath, he twisted open the half bottle of liquor left in the basket, took two sips, to bolster his courage......

Half an hour later, Lao Mo rode his bike back to the restaurant, parked the tricycle at the entrance, didn't rush in, took out a cigarette from his pocket, struck a match, lit it.

"Hah."

One puff after another, the old smoker finally grasped this taste.

What's the good of taking a wife? You drain your life savings, and you still might not be of one mind.

He's better off as a lone bachelor—take on two young disciples, and in his old age let them support him.

Of course, the premise is that the disciples are filial; if they encounter an unfilial one, it's all wasted.

"Master Mo, you're back; my brother and I have cleaned the restaurant. Please come in and inspect—if there's anything we did poorly, point it out anytime and we'll fix it."

Dahai wore an apron, he looked quite disheveled, but his eyes were bright and sparkling.

He saw Master Mo sitting on the tricycle smoking, looking suave and domineering, his eyes full of admiration.

Lao Mo nodded, took a puff of smoke, exhaled clouds and mist, and instructed:

"Hmm, there should be leftover dishes and rice in the back kitchen; you and your brother go eat quickly."

Only when you're full can you grow tall and strong; from now on follow me, work hard, there will never be a lack of food for you brothers.

"Eh, yes, we'll listen to Master Mo."

Dahai nodded heavily, taking Master Mo's words as an ironclad rule.

Although Master Mo had been away for an hour, the restaurant only had the two brothers; even if they were starving, they wouldn't sneak a bite.

Only if Master Mo approves will they touch the leftovers; that's the rule.

"Go on."

Lao Mo nodded, waved his hand, a smile on his face.

Dahai is a bit sharper, Xiao Hai a bit more timid.

The two brothers are still young; there's plenty of time to educate them.