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

She quickly scanned the space, then quietly began placing supplies:

Three hundred thousand tons of polished rice and three hundred thousand tons of premium snowflake flour were put in.

Two hundred thousand tons of each type of cooked food were released.

Although the main structure of the storage base has been completed, it has only been built for a few days and has limited capacity. She has already filled all the nearby spaces that can be crammed in, and even the abandoned stockpile behind the warehouse is piled with grain.

Fortunately, it was the early hours of the morning, the night was dark and windy, and there wasn't a soul in sight. Only then could she quietly arrange everything.

It's important to understand that even if this million-plus tons of grain were stacked up to the ceiling, it would still take up an area the size of a football field.

After finishing, Su Wanqing took a deep breath, smiled slightly, and pushed open the heavy door completely.

Countless beams of flashlight beams shone in unison, and then—a chorus of gasps filled the air!

Wherever the beam of light reached, neatly stacked bags of grain stretched from the ground to the ceiling, so densely packed that not even a crack could fit through.

Looking around, the main warehouse was as wide and tall as the grain was piled up, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was neat and tidy, completely full, leaving no room to even step.

The marshal lay on the stretcher, propping himself up on one side, staring in shock at the scene before him. His lips trembled several times, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Gao Zhiyuan rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, too shocked to even know what he was saying. He muttered unconsciously:

"Good heavens, is all this really food? This...this is way too much! I've lived most of my life and I've never seen so much food piled up like this before!"

Someone next to him slapped him on the back and laughed, scolding him:

"Old Gao, are you fucking delirious with joy and talking nonsense? What is this if not grain? Who would neatly stack sand in a warehouse and treat it like a treasure?"

"But, but when I was on guard duty today, I stood watch for most of the night, several kilometers away, and I didn't even see a single tire track! Forget about a transport convoy, not even a bird flew by. I even said that if I saw one, I would clear the way for them and remove all the obstacles around them—"

The marshal slapped him on the back of the head.

"You blockhead! They must have used some advanced transport plane to land here secretly—"

If they can provide top-notch aircraft and supercomputers, how could they not have better equipment?

If even we could easily detect it, how could they have gotten supplies right under the Americans' noses? Otherwise, how could so much food just appear out of thin air? Do you think it's some kind of windfall?

Gao Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly after being slapped: "You're right, you're right. I was too naive. Even the Americans got robbed, how could we possibly have noticed?" The more he spoke, the more reasonable he felt, and everyone nodded vigorously. If they really hadn't discovered it, how could they have produced so many things?

Su Wanqing stood silently to the side, her lips twitching slightly—well, she didn't need to bother making up any reasons; these people had already figured it out for themselves.

The marshal was so excited that he straightened up, supporting himself on the stretcher's armrests.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and go in to take inventory, see what kind of grain we have! It's so dark we can't even tell what kind it is!"

Gao Zhiyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, which he was sweating with excitement.

"Luckily, I listened to Lao Zhao and prepared all the loading and unloading personnel and transfer vehicles in advance. Comrade Su Wanqing is truly trustworthy; she's a woman of her word! I just don't know... whether there's any cooked food?"

Dozens of staff members immediately rushed in, flashlights in hand, and began to nervously count the grains. Several people hurriedly carried out bags of different types of grains and stacked them under the lights at the warehouse entrance.

"Report! We can't tell what it is just by looking at the packaging; we need to open it up and take a look."

"Let's open it then! But this packaging looks really fancy, even more presentable than what our foreign trade bureau exports."

A person next to him touched the off-white woven bag with a subtle pattern and said, "You're right, why does this packaging look so high-end? I've never seen this kind of packaging in China."

Someone carefully opened one of the packaging bags, and as soon as the bag was opened, the snow-white and crystal-clear polished rice inside gushed out.

Everyone gasped in shock.

The marshal straightened up, supported by the stretcher, and people gathered around him. Some tremblingly picked up a handful of rice.

"My goodness, this is premium rice! It's rice that's several grades better than the best grain reserves in our national treasury! I've never seen rice this white and uniform in my life. I was thinking that I would be content with just having some coarse grains to fill my stomach, but this kind of premium rice is just too precious!"

"This endless expanse of rice must contain countless tons of rice!"

"Report! They even have this kind of packaging!"

Everyone's breathing quickened as they watched eagerly as another bag was carefully opened.

A handful of snow-white, delicate flour was held up to the light. It was as fine as powder and as white as snow. A gentle breath caused a cloud of white mist to rise up.

"This...this is actually snowflake powder! Top-grade refined snowflake powder! And it's in such high-end packaging—this would be the most expensive kind of product not only in China, but also in the international market!"

The old grain bureau official next to him was so excited his voice cracked as he counted on his fingers.

"This grade of flour costs at least three or four cents a pound on the market, and a ton would be worth over a thousand dollars. This warehouse full of it, piled up to the ceiling, must be worth a fortune—no, it's not just about the money anymore. You can't buy this quality of grain for any amount of money!"

Seeing the warehouse piled high with polished rice and snowflake flour, everyone was so excited that their faces turned red, and some even took off their glasses to wipe away tears.

Gao Zhiyuan muttered to himself, "There's hope! The disaster area is saved!"

The way everyone looked at Su Wanqing was completely different now—shock, excitement, gratitude, and even a kind of awe-inspiring worship.

The marshal and several senior staff officers beside him simultaneously had the same thought: Could it be that Su Wanqing's friend had looted some state's grain reserve warehouse in the United States? Perhaps she even took down their stronghold?

"Okay, okay!"

The marshal was so excited that he almost jumped off the stretcher again, which startled the military doctor next to him, who quickly held him down.

Looking at the mountain of grain before him, the gloom and despair that had been weighing on his heart for the past few days vanished in an instant. "Su girl, you are truly our lucky star! You have saved more than two million lives! With this refined rice and flour, plus the various reserves that were allocated before—it's enough, absolutely enough!"

Su Wanqing smiled slightly, "This is nothing."

I wonder if their jaws will drop in shock when they see the even more amazing pork floss rice balls and golden tuna.