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

Su Xingmian squatted on the ground, examining a thick, hardened piece of dried kelp in her hand.

"Brother, the Northwest is severely lacking in iodine."

She looked up and spoke to Zhou Bingheng, who was tidying up his net bag.

"Chen Tiezhu and the others' lips would crack and bleed every winter. If we could get this kelp over there, even if we only made one pot of kelp and bone soup every two weeks, it would be enough to cure all the ailments in the whole group."

Zhou Bingheng stopped what he was doing, raised an eyebrow, and spoke slowly.

"Mianmian, are you planning to pay out of your own pocket to improve the food for our Independent Regiment? My monthly allowance of 144 yuan might not be enough for you, a rich man, to squander on the island."

Su Xingmian rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm not that stupid."

She moved closer, casually patted the sack full of dried fish, and her eyes lit up.

"I'm being serious. The wild onions and spinach from our Northwest are indeed good, but these things are so tender that they would rot into mush in less than three days during large-scale long-distance transportation."

"When my grandma lived in Pingxi Village, her favorite food was a kind of dried vegetable called 'gongcai'. It was made by cutting lettuce into thin strips, air-drying and sun-drying it thoroughly. It was crunchy and crisp, and as long as it didn't get damp, it wouldn't spoil for a year."

Su Xingmian became more and more excited as she talked, and she even squeezed the seaweed in her hand until it left marks.

"I explored the soil on the eastern foothills of the Helan Mountains last time; there are vast stretches of sandy land there that are perfect for growing lettuce! And didn't we just strike a spring?"

"If we collectively grow lettuce at our base and dry it into dried 'gongcai' (a type of dried vegetable), could we bring over the surplus 'gongcai' from Northwest China and exchange it for surplus dried seafood from the islands?"

Zhou Bingheng lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his wife's beautiful and charming face.

"That's a great idea."

He praised her, then slowly poured cold water on her enthusiasm.

"But now the state implements a system of unified purchase and distribution. Large-scale resale of goods between private individuals is not allowed."

"No matter how good your intentions are, if you cross this red line, it's speculation and profiteering."

"It'll cost you your head."

"what?"

The glint in Su Xingmian's eyes, which had been scheming to accumulate a great deal of merit, instantly dimmed.

She was, after all, a flower fairy who knew nothing of human affairs; how could she understand these intricate and fatal policy pitfalls?

His shoulders slumped, his fingers loosened their grip on the seaweed, and he looked completely listless.

What a waste of your time.

Seeing her dejected appearance, Zhou Bingheng finally couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

He reached out and pulled the person a little closer.

He gently stroked the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb.

"but."

Su Xingmian's ears perked up, and she immediately looked up.

"Private resale is not allowed."

Zhou Bingheng's lips curled slightly, and that sly composure of an old fox returned.

"But if it's about the internal allocation and exchange of supplies between different garrisons to improve the food for border guards, then that's a reasonable political achievement."

Su-Speculator-Xingmian's mind went blank for a moment, and everything suddenly became clear.

When done privately, it's called speculation and profiteering.

If you put up a sign for military logistics and stamp it with the official seal, you call it "working for the soldiers' well-being" and "carrying out construction across regions."

"Brother, you're so smart!"

Su Xingmian threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and rubbing her chin against his firm chest.

That's why she's so determined to keep this as a long-term meal ticket.

This man always manages to transform all her wildest imaginations into a sunlit avenue in the most orthodox and hardcore way.

"Does this plan have a chance of succeeding?"

She tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling with stars.

Zhou Bingheng held her firmly in his arms and patted her back reassuringly.

"able."

He only said one word.

If the report is well-written, the matter can not only be accomplished, but accomplished exceptionally well.

……

Late at night.

Su Xingmian sat cross-legged on the hard bed, her hands supporting her chin, watching Zhou Bingheng write something at the table.

The pen scratched as it wrote the title: "Proposal on Establishing a Mechanism for the Inter-regional Exchange and Allocation of Agricultural and Sideline Products among Garrison Troops."

The way he holds the pen is so beautiful, and his handwriting is beautiful too.

With her buttons undone, she revealed the smooth lines of her neck, exuding focus and restraint.

I want to take a bite...

She shook her head, thinking to herself with a smug satisfaction.

If this report is approved, all 300 acres of land in Helan Mountain can be planted with lettuce, in exchange for tons of seafood...

How much merit would that require?

The eighth layer of petals—it's definitely secure now!

Su Xingmian was overjoyed. She leaned back, wanting to roll into the quilt and secretly enjoy the happiness.

But as soon as her back touched the pillow, she heard an unusual noise from 500 meters away.

What was the big brother doing sneaking out of the hospital at night?

At almost the same time, Zhou Bingheng, who was sitting at his desk, also stopped writing.

The two people, separated by half a room, met each other's gazes in mid-air.

The fact that the old fox could hear the slightest sounds from 500 miles away truly surprised Su Xingmian.

Zhou Bingheng didn't offer any explanation for the time being, and casually put the pen cap back on.

"Curious? Want to go take a look?"

Su Xingmian's eyes lit up.

"think."

Su Xingmian lifted the blanket, and Zhou Bingheng brought her shoes to put on.

"Follow behind me and don't make a sound."