Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Master Liang came over excitedly, looking at all the food and examining each item one by one:

"Oh my, this is wild yam! Great, this is good, it can be used as a staple food. But marmot meat is also good, I'll make braised marmot for lunch, and with these mushrooms, that'll be nutritious enough."

He looked at the ingredients with delight.

This morning I was worried that the little bit of food left over for lunch wouldn't be enough, but in such a short time now there's so much left.

It seems that Comrade Su Wanqing is indeed quite capable; no wonder even the Marshal and Deputy Commander Zhao speak highly of her.

Su Wanqing then smiled and went over to Deputy Commander Zhao, saying, "Commander, Little Arendt wants to distribute some supplies to the miners and recruit them directly. I thought, since these things are free anyway, we can always get more if we run out, so I agreed. Let's make sure they're well-fed, so they can dig more and get out faster."

Deputy Commander Zhao nodded: "Your idea is very good, let's do it your way. These miners over there haven't eaten for two days, and although they have water to drink, they really don't have much strength to dig. Master Liang, could you please add some more food for lunch?"

Chef Liang felt bad seeing so much food being wasted, but he knew the quantity was indeed enough.

So little Arend shouted on the other side, and Deputy Commander Zhao said, "It's a bit early to talk about this now. Let's talk about it when we have dinner later. That will be more effective."

Little Arendt: "Even better?" Although he didn't quite understand why it would be better, he was someone who was willing to listen to others' opinions, so he immediately agreed.

This thing is not only meaty, but also very fat. They even keep the blood after killing it. Master Liang said that it's perfect for making spicy blood cubes for lunch.

Su Wanqing then glanced at the situation on Mushroom's side.

Although Old Zhou had already checked them once, it was more convenient for her to use radar to scan, and it was free. It could scan in a second and there were indeed no poisonous ones, which put their minds at ease as they began to handle the mushrooms.

Life is not something to joke about, and I wouldn't feel comfortable entrusting it to anyone else.

Su Wanqing started cooking with great enthusiasm.

Because there were plenty of ingredients, but not enough to go around on separate plates, Chef Liang simply made a big pot of stew.

This time, however, it was braised mushroom soup, along with roasted marmot meat to remove any gamey smell. Fortunately, Chef Liang brought plenty of seasonings: star anise, cinnamon, Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, soy sauce, and cooking wine—all the essentials were there. He also added wild yam and Jerusalem artichokes to the soup, resulting in a thick, glossy red broth with an irresistible aroma.

He also roasted those mushrooms that resembled button mushrooms directly over the fire. The mushroom caps quickly filled with delicious broth, exuding a rich aroma. After sprinkling with salt, the taste was so delicious that you could almost swallow your tongue.

The aroma quickly spread.

On the other side, Victor waved his hand, instructing his men to handle mushrooms like the Chinese did. However, he didn't see how the other side handled them. They simply picked out the strange mushrooms. He immediately sorted out the colorful ones, leaving only the similar-looking mushrooms from the Chinese side.

After picking all the mushrooms, Victor sneered. They had mushrooms to eat too! There was a fire in the camp, so they simply followed the others and roasted mushrooms, along with the cicada nymphs they had caught the night before. As for the other miners, some were lucky enough to find cicada nymphs, while others came back empty-handed, only able to drink some hot water and watch enviously as the Chinese side worked enthusiastically.

As for the mushrooms? They were all monopolized by Victor's people.

They gathered a large amount of food, roasted it, and began to eat. Meanwhile, the miners opposite could only watch longingly, their stomachs rumbling with hunger. Victor was someone high above them, and there was no way he would share any food with them.

Victor distributed the mushrooms to his men, and ate the remaining cicada nymphs himself first.

"Oh no! Oh no! Mr. Petersburg ate roasted mushrooms and suddenly he's in critical condition!"

"He's foaming at the mouth!"

"Oh no, Ham's been poisoned too!"

No one expected that they had picked poisonous mushrooms, roasted them, and then ate them, immediately becoming poisoned.

Suddenly, chaos erupted over there. More than a dozen people lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing. Victor, who had just finished eating cicada nymphs, froze, his hand still gripping the mushroom he was about to eat.

He immediately ran over to little Arend and asked, "Why are we getting poisoned while everyone else is picking mushrooms?" He looked at the Chinese people, who were eating with their mouths full of oil, and seemed perfectly fine!

Little Arendt said gleefully, "I already told you, we have Chinese doctors here who know about poisonous mushrooms and edible mushrooms. You don't know them, so of course you'll get poisoned if you pick poisonous mushrooms."

"Damn it! Damn it all!" Victor gritted his teeth in anger. But these dozen or so poisoned men were all his trusted subordinates; he couldn't ignore them. He gritted his teeth, "Little Arendt, I'll have to trouble the Chinese doctor you brought to treat them..."

Arend laughed gleefully: "So what price are you willing to pay? You should know I hired them at a high price."

Victor gritted his teeth: "I'm willing to pay all the medical expenses, no, ten times the price!"

Little Arend clicked his tongue twice: "Only ten times? Those poisoned seem to be your trusted men, right? Only worth ten times?"

"hundred times!"

Arend thought for a moment: "Alright, we'll have to go by the price of a high-end private doctor. I'll ask around, but I can't guarantee anything."

Victor gritted his teeth and nodded.

Little Arendt then asked, "They've got mushroom poisoning over there and are willing to pay a hundred times the price for treatment... This is a great opportunity to squeeze some money out of them!"

Deputy Commander Zhao coughed and said, "Medicine knows no borders. Those poor wounded should be treated. Just do as Mr. Arendt said."

However, within the entire medical system, only Dr. Zhou and Su Wanqing are truly skilled in this; everyone else belongs to other departments. Currently, Dr. Zhou, who follows the traditional Chinese medicine approach, is a generalist and may not even require laboratory tests.

Old Zhou truly lived up to his reputation as one of China's top traditional Chinese medicine practitioners; he performed bloodletting and acupuncture in one smooth motion. Meanwhile, Su Wanqing seemed to have an advantage, simply inserting a needle into her spiritual spring and the job was done.

Soon, the condition of the dozen or so poisoned people improved significantly.

Victor on the other side also breathed a sigh of relief. If all these people had died, he would have had no guarantee of safety.

So it turns out that what little Arend said about not eating mushrooms indiscriminately was true... Damn it, how come Chinese people only know which ones are edible and which ones are not?

But since we've saved someone, we have to talk about money.

Victor gritted his teeth and said, "Little Arend, thank you. Give me the bill, I'll pay it when I get out of here."

Little Arendt looked at Su Wanqing and Old Zhou: "It's based on a hundredfold increase. How much do you think it will cost? Ask boldly, ask without hesitation!"

After thinking for a moment, Old Zhou, considering only a few needles and some medicine, gave a very bold figure: