Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

Yeah! What year is this?

When the wind changes direction, the tree falls and the monkeys scatter!

No matter how tough Luo Zhenxuan is, can he guarantee that he will remain as stable as Mount Tai ten years from now?

If things really go wrong, Liu Dong probably won't be the first one dragged down with him!

"Hiss..." He gasped. "Got it!"

"Uncle Yang," he straightened his back, "I've been thinking, this money is just taking up space here. Why not take out 50,000 and donate it directly to the Veterans Affairs Office—no separation, no designated recipients, just distribute it all to the families of martyrs! Let them have a better life, and that's how I repay those who took bullets for us!"

What do you think?

Yang Hongbing jumped up from his chair, his eyes instantly turning red.

The words "martyr" and "family member of a martyr" were like a needle, piercing the softest part of his heart.

The number of soldiers he led who fell on the battlefield is countless.

Over the years, all he sees when he closes his eyes at night are those young faces...

"Little Liu! You're a good lad!!" His voice trembled slightly. "You've really got it! I'm impressed!"

"Go! Get my Jeep! Let's go now!"

boom--

The jeep braked suddenly and stopped in front of the veterans' affairs office.

Liu Dong jumped out of the car and bumped into Director Jiang.

He was in his fifties, with a round face and a plump body, wearing a faded blue cotton jacket.

She couldn't remember all the names of the families of martyrs, but Liu Dong? She recognized him at a glance—

So handsome! Unbelievably handsome, impossible to forget!

"Oh, Xiao Liu? Haven't seen you in half a year! You should have collected your subsidy by now, right?" She laughed as she stood up. "Quick, hand me that brown folder over there, let's calculate how much we owe you!"

Liu Dong laughed: "Aunt Jiang, we really didn't come here to collect money today."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you doing here? To introduce someone to someone?"

"No need!" he laughed憨厚ly. "We got married last year!"

"Oh, congratulations!" Director Jiang slapped his thigh. "So, what brings you here today?"

"Auntie, I'd like to donate some money."

"Donate to the Veterans Affairs Office."

Director Jiang stiffened, paused for three seconds, and then suddenly burst into laughter:

"Silly child, you mean well, but we really don't need anything! The government has special funds allocated for this, and the preferential policies for the families of martyrs are written down one by one!"

She assumed the young man had just received his salary and was acting impulsively, wanting to do a good deed: "How long have you been working? How much do you earn a month? Be frugal and take good care of yourself; that's the greatest way you can repay us!"

She waved and gestured, "Quick, get me the folder, let's settle your bill first!"

Liu Dong didn't move; he remained standing in the same spot, smiling broadly.

"Aunt Jiang, how many families of martyrs are under the care of our veterans' affairs office?"

"Including you, there are 764 households; excluding you, there are 763 households."

He nodded.

Even a small county town has more than 700 households... What about the whole country?

"Auntie," he took out his pen and neatly wrote a number on the paper, "the factory recently had me handle foreign trade, and I earned some foreign exchange. The higher-ups rewarded me with a batch of foreign exchange certificates. I figured there wasn't much use for them, so I thought—I'd give them all to the families of martyrs, to help with their daily necessities!" "Look—this 45,780 yuan, divided among the 763 families of martyrs, is exactly 60 yuan per family!"

"I will donate the remaining four thousand two hundred and twenty foreign exchange certificates to my colleagues at the Veterans Affairs Office!"

"Foreign exchange certificates, real gold and silver!"

"Aunt Jiang, these are the foreign exchange earnings certificates that were just approved by the higher authorities... Please take a look!"

Director Jiang was stunned on the spot, and his hand trembled so much that the teacup almost slipped out of his hand.

Foreign exchange earnings?!

Fifty thousand foreign exchange certificates?!

What earth-shattering thing did this young man do?!

Even more outrageous is that he didn't keep a single penny; he donated it all?!

"Hiss... hiss..." After taking a few deep breaths, her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. "Liu Dong! What a fine lad! Just like your father, tough as nails and warm-hearted, a true pillar of our Dragon Kingdom!"

"Alright! Then I won't stand on ceremony—on behalf of all 763 families of martyrs in the district, I sincerely thank you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up straight and bowed deeply to Liu Dong.

As soon as Liu Dong stepped out of the preferential treatment office, his shoulders relaxed, as if a burden had been lifted.

A sense of relief washed over me, and I suddenly felt a deep sense of peace: it's truly fulfilling to be able to do something for this era.

There is truly a group of heartwarming people here.

"Ding-dong—"

A crisp system voice rang out: "Congratulations, host, on completing the donation! This donation amounts to 50000 RMB in foreign exchange certificates, expanding the 'Magical Wine Cellar' space by 5000 square meters!"

"Expansion successful, now compatible with host's consciousness access!"

hum-

With a thought, Liu Dong's consciousness instantly sank into the wine cellar.

They really expanded!

The place used to be a dark cave: 100 meters long, 100 meters wide, and about 30 meters high, with stone walls on all four sides, and it was completely empty.

Now? The cave remains unchanged, but a door has appeared on the side.

He reached out and pushed him away—

Outside the door, the view suddenly opened up!

A small valley unfolds quietly: covering an area of ​​5,000 square meters, with mountains and streams, patches of green grass, lush trees, and a clear blue sky overhead, with the sunlight shining down gently.

He took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the scent of grass, moisture, and earth, so refreshing that it made you want to roll around in it.

This isn't just expanding a warehouse; it's practically creating a living, breathing miniature world!

"System, every time I donate, will one more small valley like this be added?"

"Ding-dong!"

The system answered decisively: "Reporting to the host, no. Each donation will 'grow' new territory into the existing world—a larger landscape, waiting for you to cultivate it yourself."

Liu Dong nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

That's pretty cool.

With a thought, he immediately rose into the air and hovered above the valley.

Keep reading—

Beneath my feet lies a neat 5,000-square-meter green valley, surrounded by mountains; further out, the mountains gradually disappear, shrouded in a layer of gray-white mist, stretching as far as the eye can see and impossible to pass through.

He's the one who calls the shots here.

Where should we move the tree? Okay.

Change the course of the stream? Whatever you want.

Want to bring in things from the real world? Sure.

Want to take the rabbits and pine cones back to the office? No problem.

Even birdsong could be heard.

interesting.

He smiled, and with a quick thought, he returned.

With my feet firmly on the ground, I sat in my office chair and casually picked up an old book to flip through.

As soon as the lunch break bell rang, everyone carried their enamel lunchboxes and headed out.

"Oh my—Director Liu is here?"

Congratulations! You've been promoted!

"Director Liu, you'll have to look out for us from now on!"

"We're neighbors in the buildings next door and next to each other, so we should visit each other often!"

"Is the Foreign Exchange Earnings Office still hiring? My cousin can type!"

As soon as I entered the cafeteria, a group of familiar faces surrounded me, chatting and laughing.

The title "Director" may sound ordinary, but in the steel rolling mill, it's a title that carries real weight.

Although it's just the most basic director position—equivalent to the canteen director, publicity department director, and workshop director—it carries a different weight.

Yi Zhonghai? A veteran worker, a wage earner, who worked his way up from level one to level eight, climbing the ranks based on seniority and skill.