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

Seeing his wife's slightly bewildered yet adorable expression, Zhou Yanshen decided to stop teasing her and explained:

"Take your food coupons and money, let's go to the 61st Regiment first and see if they have the generator you mentioned. I've contacted my old comrades there. There happens to be a small official mobile market there, like a supply and marketing cooperative, we can go and see if there's anything we need."

Su Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly: "Wow! You're so amazing! You arranged all of this? You actually managed to take me to see the generator!" She didn't expect him to get it done so quickly.

Zhou Yanshen nodded slightly; he would naturally take his promise to heart.

While getting a generator directly would be difficult, taking her to see it in person and pulling some strings was something he could manage. He didn't see it as a big deal, but every time he saw his little wife's undisguised adoration, he couldn't help but feel a little...

Su Wanqing immediately sprang into action, taking her food coupons and money, carrying the large basket she had brought from Bincheng, and even stuffing a pack of cigarettes inside: "Take these cigarettes to your old comrade-in-arms to thank him for his help."

Seeing how thoughtful she was, Zhou Yanshen's heart melted even more. He felt that his wife was both smart and sensible.

Zhou Yanshen borrowed a 28-inch bicycle from the troupe and carefully tied a soft cushion to the back seat so that Su Wanqing could sit on it first: "Hold on tight, the ride will be a bit bumpy."

Without him saying anything, Su Wanqing automatically and consciously stretched out her hands and tightly wrapped them around his strong waist, pressing her cheek against his broad back, and her fingers could even vaguely feel the outline of his firm abdominal muscles under the fabric.

She was secretly delighted; she absolutely adored this man's incredibly fit, V-shaped waist!

Su Wanqing only cared about her own pleasure.

Unaware that his small action had caused Zhou Yanshen, who was pedaling in front of him, to stiffen and take a deep breath... a strange, uncontrollable restlessness welled up in his heart again.

He discovered that even the slightest bit of closeness from Comrade Su Wanqing could easily stir his heartstrings.

What's wrong with him?

Zhou Yanshen steadied himself and pedaled the bicycle steadily but not too slowly, making sure to avoid potholes.

The journey of over thirty kilometers took him until mid-morning when he arrived at the 61st Regiment. Zhou Yanshen easily found his old comrade-in-arms, a platoon leader surnamed Li.

"Old Li, thank you for your trouble. This is my wife, Comrade Su Wanqing." Zhou Yanshen introduced her briefly, handed her a cigarette, and then slipped her a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes.

After all, these days, not just anyone can see a generator.

"Oh, Yan Shen, you're too kind! Hello, sister-in-law!" Platoon Leader Li greeted them warmly, leading them towards the warehouse. "This is the diesel generator that the higher-ups borrowed for our regiment this year. It powers the threshing machine and all that stuff; it's very powerful!"

Zhou Yanshen considerately offered Old Li another cigarette. "Old Li, shall we go outside and chat? It's been years since we last met. Let my wife stay here and look around; she's curious about this."

"Alright! Let's go, let's go, let you intellectuals take your time to study it!" Platoon Leader Li understood, and with a smile, he put his arm around Zhou Yanshen's shoulder and went out.

As Su Wanqing watched the two figures leave, she felt like giving Zhou Yanshen a hundred thumbs up in her heart!

Zhou Yanshen! You understand me so well! You've given me just the right amount of personal space!

Once the warehouse door was closed and she was alone, Su Wanqing immediately stopped smiling and talking, took a step forward, and placed her hand on the heavy diesel generator.

A thought flashed through my mind!

The massive generator vanished in the blink of an eye.

[Golden Elixir! Tenfold Return!]

In an instant, ten identical old diesel generators appeared in the consciousness space! The next second, the original generator silently returned to its original location.

It's done! This rare item, which countless communes and production teams would fight tooth and nail to get even one of, she now has ten with ease!

Oh no, we have to return one. That makes nine in total!

Chen Weidong wants to use this to threaten her into giving up her house quota? Ha, dream on!

"However, these generators are still somewhat useful in the past few years. In another two years, with the reform and opening up, the country will develop rapidly and electricity will become widespread, so these generators should be sold as soon as possible to exchange for useful materials and help some people."

Su Wanqing suppressed her overwhelming joy and quickly scanned the warehouse to see if there were any other good items that could be returned tenfold. However, she was just as poor as the 65th Regiment and didn't have anything worth returning tenfold.

After doing all this, she clapped her hands, composed herself, and acted as if she had simply been curiously studying something, before walking out with light steps.

As she walked out of the warehouse, Su Wanqing nodded slightly in Zhou Yanshen's direction.

Zhou Yanshen received her signal and understood, so he said to his old comrade-in-arms, Platoon Leader Li, "Old Li, thank you for your trouble. We won't bother you any longer."

Platoon Leader Li laughed heartily: "Hey, what's the trouble! Has your wife figured it out? Come again next time you have time!"

After saying goodbye to Platoon Leader Li, Su Wanqing took Zhou Yanshen's hand and went to the post office of the 61st Regiment.

Zhou Yanshen knew she needed to send a telegram to contact suppliers, so to avoid suspicion, he stood not far from the post office and waited, calmly observing his surroundings.

"Sigh, once you tell one lie, you have to tell countless others to cover it up." Su Wanqing stayed inside for a while before leaving. She was betting that Zhou Yanshen was a gentleman and wouldn't come in to ask her what she had done.

Upon seeing Zhou Yanshen, she whispered, "Comrade Yanshen, I just asked... and it turns out they have this kind of generator around here! But they don't want money or tickets, only gold or silver. We can ask Secretary Li later to see if the regiment needs it."

Of course, she couldn't contribute for nothing. Instead, she acted as an intermediary, exchanging the gold and silver that the group could raise for generators. This would not only solve everyone's difficulties but also earn "nutrients" for her space upgrade.

A knowing glint flashed in Zhou Yanshen's eyes. "They will want it."

Diesel generators are extremely difficult to obtain and are in high demand.

Moreover, there's no clear price on the market. If measured in monetary terms, it would probably cost over a thousand yuan, and even then, there's no market for it. With this, not only is threshing during the autumn harvest much easier, but you can also use it for everyday electric flour milling, and even rent it out to other group farmers without losing money.

"Alright, now that we've finished the important business, let's go check out that little market." Su Wanqing was in a great mood and took Zhou Yanshen's arm.

The small market was separated by two covered trucks, with a few pieces of tarpaulin and some simple wooden planks used as counters.

The two of them squeezed into the bustling market. Just as she had expected, it was crowded, mostly with women, the elderly, and children who were out shopping while the men were at work.

Curious, she dragged Zhou Yanshen around to various stalls. This place was actually a mobile supply and marketing cooperative. She heard that there was a big market once a month where agricultural products could be exchanged. What could she bring out?