When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

The reckless goose ultimately couldn't escape its fate; a bodyguard expressionlessly grabbed it by the neck.

"Chen, is that yellow stone edible too?" Katyusha pointed to the piles of roasted nuts and seeds on the roadside.

The stall owner was stirring the food in a wok with a large iron spatula; the steaming heat and the aroma filled the air.

"Those are pine nuts." Chen Yang glanced at them. "You like them too?"

"It smells wonderful," Katyusha sniffed. "Like the smell of a forest."

"Boss, pine nuts, hazelnuts, and sunflower seeds, all of these need to be packed into sacks." Chen Yang took out his phone to scan the QR code.

The vendor almost dropped the shovel into the pot.

"Brother, you mean... a sack?" The stall owner thought he had misheard and pointed to a woven bag that was about half a person's height next to him.

"Yes, we need all the cooked ones, just load them into the truck." Chen Yang pointed to the burly man in black behind him.

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward, picked up the sack without saying a word, and left.

The team continued its advance.

Katyusha has now fully mastered the use of "Chen Yang".

If her gaze lingered on a particular stall for more than three seconds, Chen Yang would point to it, and then the bodyguards behind her would step forward and clear it away.

Cured pork, dried sausage, hazel mushrooms, wood ear fungus... the bodyguards carried more and more items, and some even carried a large iron pot from the countryside.

Upon reaching the fireworks and firecrackers area, the atmosphere changed abruptly.

Red paper was scattered all over the ground, and a faint smell of sulfur filled the air.

Katyusha stopped in front of a cluster of enormous "Gatling gun" fireworks, her azure eyes flashing with a terrifying light. She crouched down, stroking the thick paper tubes, her fingertips lightly gliding over the fuses, her expression as devout as if she were caressing an AK47.

"This is heavy weaponry." Katyusha looked up, her face serious. "It has a large caliber, so its rate of fire should be quite good."

"These are fireworks, not real ones," Chen Yang explained. "They just make a crackling sound."

"I don't believe it." Katyusha picked up a Gatling gun, skillfully slung it over her shoulder, and assumed an aiming posture. "This is clearly a single-soldier suppression weapon. Chen, we need to establish a defensive line."

Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Okay, set up a defense line. Boss, wrap up all of these Gatling guns, those big 'skyrocket' guns that look like missiles, and those trays of 'Earth Red' guns."

"Alright!" The boss beamed. "And this includes the biggest 'Thunder King,' it's incredibly powerful!"

"We need them all!" Katyusha waved her hand with overwhelming force. "The firepower must cover them!"

Several bodyguards carried fireworks out of an armory with an air of grandeur.

Passersby quickly made way, fearing that the group of men in black might suddenly start a fight in the market.

A short man in a worn-out down jacket crept up behind Chen Yang, holding a pair of long tweezers, about to reach into the bulging pocket.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over him.

The short man looked up and met a pair of eyes wearing sunglasses.

The bodyguard captain stood in front of him like an iron tower. Although he couldn't see the eyes behind the sunglasses, the chilling aura emanating from him made his knees go weak.

Several burly men nearby turned their heads to look at them.

The tweezers in the short man's hand clattered to the ground.

He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he bent down to pick up the tweezers, then grabbed an empty beverage bottle from the ground beside him and shouted, "Who littered! Don't they have any sense of public decency?!"

After saying that, he sprinted at top speed, threw the bottle into the trash can, and then disappeared into the crowd.

The bodyguard captain withdrew his gaze and continued to follow behind Chen Yang.

Passing by a stall selling New Year pictures, I saw two imposing generals printed on red paper, holding golden maces and steel whips, their eyes wide with anger.

"And who are these?" Katyusha pointed at Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong. "China's superheroes?"

"These are door gods." Chen Yang picked up a pair. "If you stick them on the door, bad guys won't dare to enter your home."

"Understood." Katyusha nodded. "The guardian deity of the East. Much better than those skin-tight-fitting freaks in the US. Buy!"

Chen Ma and the others returned after scanning the area.

She brought a lot of snacks, freshly fried cakes and sticky rice cakes, which she bought and stuffed into Katyusha's mouth.

"Try this, it's hot!"

Katyusha accepted everything offered, even fried cakes, showing no concern for her image as a goddess.

Walking to a corner, there were several roughly made wooden dolls on the ground.

Those were Mo Cheng nesting dolls, but their appearance in this rural market in Northeast China seemed somewhat out of place.

The paint was drawn crookedly, and the red cheeks looked like a monkey's bottom.

Katyusha stopped and squatted down to pick up a nesting doll.

She didn't speak, but gently stroked the rough wood grain with her fingers, a barely perceptible sadness flashing in her eyes.

"Missing home?" Chen Yang squatted down beside her.

"A little." Katyusha unscrewed the nesting doll, revealing an even smaller one inside. She unscrewed it again, and it was still small. "When I was little, I had a lot of these at home."

"Boss, I'll take this set." Chen Yang picked up the ugliest nesting doll and paid.

"These don't look good..." Katyusha frowned.

"Take this and play with it." Chen Yang stuffed the matryoshka doll into her pocket. "I'll have someone order a set for you from Mo City later."

Katyusha squeezed the hard piece of wood in her pocket, a smirk creeping onto her face. She then shoved Chen Yang hard on the shoulder: "You spendthrift!"

As noon approached, the aromas from the market grew stronger.

"I'm hungry." Katyusha rubbed her stomach.

"Come on, I'll take you to try some market delicacies."

Chen Yang didn't take everyone to the restaurants in town, but went straight to the food stalls next to the market.

The environment here is rudimentary, with a few folding tables, plastic stools, and the floor covered in oil stains and tissues.

The air was filled with the smells of cheap cigarettes, cooking fumes, and sweat, but the food bubbling in each large pot exuded a primal allure.

"Boss, there are fifteen of us!" Chen Yang shouted.

"Okay!"

Ten bodyguards in black pushed three tables together and sat down in unison, each with a mountain of rice and dishes piled up in front of them.

The scene was even more frightening than a gang negotiation. The diners at the next few tables didn't dare to breathe, quickly ate a couple of bites of food, paid their bills, and left.

Chen Yang and his family of five sat around a small table.

The table was laden with sauerkraut stew with vermicelli, braised pork slices, stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers, as well as a large bowl of steaming blood sausage.

Katyusha imitated Chen Yang, pouring the sauerkraut soup over the rice and using chopsticks to shovel it without using a spoon.

"This tastes great!" She was covered in sweat, and after taking off her floral-patterned jacket, she was only wearing her red thermal underwear, which made her look even more capable.

With a pained expression, Chen's mother placed a piece of meat on her plate: "Eat more, look how hungry this child is."

Katyusha swallowed it in one gulp and gave a thumbs up.

Everyone around was stunned.

Driving luxury cars and accompanied by bodyguards, yet squatting at roadside stalls eating with their mouths greasy, the world of the rich is truly incomprehensible to them.

The meal was devoured in a flash.

On the return trip, the trunks of the three Mercedes-Benzes were so full that the lids couldn't be closed, and even the bodyguards' laps were piled high with New Year's goods.

The goose was tied to the roof rack of the car, quacking loudly in the wind.

The convoy slowly drove out of the market and headed towards Kaoshantun.

Chen Yang sat in the passenger seat, looking at the mountain of supplies piled up in the rearview mirror, when a crisp notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host and his wife went on a shopping spree, perfectly experiencing Northeastern New Year customs. Katyusha's emotional value is off the charts.]

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