The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Su Xingmian's fingertips curled slightly, and her needle pouch twitched gently.

The mechanical voice appeared so abruptly, it didn't sound like a human voice at all.

She immediately leaned out the window.

The ancient buildings with red walls and green tiles flashed by.

The streets were lined with a constant stream of bicycles, their bells ringing out in a cacophony.

What exactly is talking?

"Mianmian, what's wrong?"

Fang Lan looked at her in confusion, and Zhou Bingwen in the passenger seat also turned his head to look over.

"It's nothing, I just saw things."

Su Xingmian obediently shook her head, but her heart was in turmoil.

She realized that the voice came directly into her mind.

No one else could hear it.

She was a spirit, and I had heard about some of the magical abilities of monsters from the picture book stories my grandmother used to tell me.

Even the great heroes of the martial arts world, with their profound inner strength, can transmit their voices in secret.

Are there any other great monsters in this world besides her?

Or perhaps, there are great heroes in the human world?

Regardless of the type, anything that can remotely insert a sound into her head is no pushover.

Su Xingmian touched the needle pouch with her fingers.

Her sharpest weapon was never out of her sight.

The thorns in my heart have only just begun to subside.

But... what does it mean that the male protagonist Zhou Bingheng is childless?

Extinction of lineage? Meaning no offspring?

A plant that doesn't bear fruit and can't reproduce is very vulnerable in nature.

What do "passerby A" and "strategy guide" mean?

Passerby A pondered for a moment.

"Passerby" means someone standing on the side of the road.

As for A, her grandmother taught her that everything in the human world is divided into A, B, C, and D, and A is the best.

So, "Passerby A" was praising her as a top-quality plant from the roadside.

Yes, that's a valid compliment.

Does the strategy mean that someone is trying to steal the top-tier trump card she's eyeing?

A very faint dark green hue welled up in Su Xingmian's watery eyes.

Praising her is not an option; if anyone dares to steal her backer, she'll make them her fertilizer.

Before she could figure it out, the jeep had already arrived at its destination.

Su Xingmian concealed her thoughts and got out of the car with her mother-in-law and brother-in-law.

The Beijing Department Store is a four-story Soviet-style building with a huge red banner hanging at the entrance.

Upon entering, a smell mixed with cold cream and mothballs hit you.

Su Xingmian followed behind Fang Lan, her eyes darting around as fast as they could.

She lived with her grandmother in the countryside, and the largest shop she ever saw was the town's supply and marketing cooperative.

Behind the counter were just two wooden shelves, displaying only the same few items.

There were so many things here that she couldn't count them all at once.

She glanced at each counter without making a sound.

Silently note down the product name, price, and type of receipt.

And the transaction process between salespersons and customers.

Grain coupons were used to buy grain, cloth coupons to buy cloth, and industrial vouchers to buy large items.

Grandma once said that to live well in the human world, one must understand human rules better than humans do.

The survival rules of humans are essentially no different from those of plants competing for sunlight and water.

Whoever has more votes will live a more comfortable life.

She touched the savings book with five thousand yuan in her pocket, and her sense of security increased.

"Mianmian, come here."

Fang Lan was already standing in front of the clock counter.

The saleswoman behind the counter recognized Fang Lan and immediately put on a warm smile.

"Commander Fang, what brings you here today?"

"Prepare a dowry for my daughter-in-law."

Fang Lan pushed Su Xingmian forward, her tone full of smugness.

Two young women wearing polyester shirts glanced at Su Xingmian.

He was dressed in coarse country clothes, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

But when his eyes fell on Su Xingmian's face, he couldn't look away.

The salesperson's eyes widened in surprise.

"Commander Fang, is this your daughter-in-law? She's so beautiful, like she stepped out of a magazine!"

Fang Lan held her chin high.

"Of course."

"Bring out that new Shanghai brand all-steel waterproof watch that arrived this year; my daughter-in-law will definitely look good in it."

"Mom, this is too expensive..."

Su Xingmian then showed a hint of embarrassment.

"What's so expensive about it?"

"Your dad lost his Swiss-made one, but our domestically made one is just as good."

Fang Lan pulled out a stack of banknotes and receipts and slammed them on the counter.

The two girls next to them both gasped in shock.

"Besides, the watch is to give you face."

"Once you arrive at the military family compound, everyone will know you're a member of the Zhou family, and you're not someone they can bully."

Fang Lan put the watch on for her and fastened the strap.

Then, he dragged Su Xingmian into a shopping spree.

"A Phoenix brand 28-inch motorcycle, give me one!"

"I'd like a Butterfly brand sewing machine!"

"Wrap up the Red Lantern brand radio!"

Three turns and a sound, all done.

In this era, these four items are standard components of a top-tier dowry.

Even if an ordinary family saves for several years, they may not be able to collect all of them.

Fang Lan remained unfazed, taking on all the business amidst the gasps and envious glances of passersby and customers.

Su Xingmian's mind raced.

The watch is 120.

The bicycle costs 150.

One hundred and seventy sewing machines.

Radio number seventy.

It adds up to five hundred and ten yuan.

In addition, there's that savings book with five thousand.

By the second day after she arrived at the Zhou family, her net worth had exceeded the total assets of everyone else in the village combined.

As expected of a top-notch backer, she decided to treat her mother-in-law even better from now on.

Fang Lan's clean and warm aura made her feel very comfortable, somewhat similar to that of her grandmother.

Zhou Bingwen, carrying large and small bags behind him, grinned as he watched.

His mother would nag him for ages even if she bought him a pair of canvas shoes.

He poured a good cup for his second sister-in-law, turning it three times and making a sound without even blinking.

This is truly treating her like a beloved daughter.

After purchasing the major items, Fang Lan pulled Su Xingmian straight to the fabric and wardrobe counter on the second floor.

This floor was noticeably bustling, with women holding cloth ration coupons crowding in front of the fabric counter.

Fang Lan bypassed the crowd gathered around the floral cotton fabric.

I walked straight to a small counter in the far corner.

There were several Dacron shirts hanging there.

This thing doesn't shrink or wrinkle, and it looks great when you wear it.

This is the most fashionable material these days.

Fang Lan whispered a few words to the sales clerk.

The other party carried out a large stack of fabrics and garments from the inner warehouse.

White, blue, light green...

Fang Lan held up each item to Su Xingmian's body.

This looks good, I'll take it. And another one, I'll take that too.

I compared six items in one go.

Su Xingmian sat quietly, accepting whatever was offered to her without being picky.

Fang Lan slowed down her movements.

My heart ached.

This child is so well-behaved.

They're so well-behaved it breaks your heart.

She was completely different from the girls she usually saw in the compound who were always fighting and bickering.

"Mianmian, do you have a favorite color? Pick one yourself, don't be shy."

Su Xingmian thought for a moment, then pointed to a piece of dark green fabric.

The color was very dark, making it stand out among a bunch of light-colored shirts.

Fang Lan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"This color is quite rare, but it really suits you."

"Okay, take it."

She ordered more than a dozen shirts and several bolts of fabric in one go, plus two thick cotton-padded coats, a pair of army green cotton-padded trousers, and two thick cotton quilts.

"It's freezing cold in the Northwest, so we need to make sure we have enough cotton clothes and blankets," Fang Lan muttered as she paid the bill.

Su Xingmian is a night-blooming cereus, resistant to scorching heat and drought, but most afraid of low temperatures and frost.

She nodded obediently.

Fang Lan then grabbed a few more kilograms of yarn and stuffed them into the bag.

"Take it with you. In the Northwest during winter, there's nothing else to do but sit on the kang (heated brick bed) and knit sweaters."

As she walked, she lowered her voice to share her experience.

"Those men are rough and clumsy, so you'll have to knit your sweaters thicker."

"That second kid is full of energy, he doesn't need to wear anything too thick. Use the saved receipts to buy yourself a fur vest."

High firepower.

Su Xingmian's ears twitched.

A natural heat source.

She is the most cold-sensitive of the "Queen of Flowers," with a perpetually low body temperature. In the countryside, she can only get through the winter by having her grandmother heat the kang (a traditional heated bed) for her.

Is there one that has its own heating system?

Her expectations for her second brother, whom she hadn't even met yet, had risen even higher.

Who would dare to compete with her? Dream on.

Zhou Bingheng was her tyrant.

As for that strange thing in her head, she'll catch it sooner or later.