"We can start from the hospital and check the information on their database. If that's not enough, then we can go to our division soldiers directly and see what we can find out from them. In addition, let the cafeteria manufacture more incense, just like yesterday," said Xu Yao to Yan Jie.
"Got it, Brother Xu. Should we buy two more large intelligent chefs? Otherwise, the daily cycle of making incense will definitely affect our living soldiers' diet."
"The chefs have already been ordered via delivery. They should reach us soon."
Xu Yao had not only bought large-scale intelligent chefs, but he also bought a lot of pulp, cardboard, edible glue powder, various spices and so on. Anyway, he had bought a lot of things which Le Yao could send to the Underworld. Le Yao had said that people could be reborn after death. But at present, since these soldiers couldn't reincarnate, he should at least create a better 'living environment' for them. Xu Yao felt that it was a reasonable proposition, and naturally gave him his full support.
Le Yao had slept for less than six hours before he woke up instinctively again. He got up and felt a little bit bewildered. He went to wash his face, then sat down on the chair in the dining room, still in a daze.
For the past two days, he couldn't even care about cooking. Most of the time, Xu Yao's sub-ordinate had brought them food from the cafeteria. Suddenly, Xu Yao stuffed a bun into his mouth. Le Yao took a silent bite, still lost in a daze.
"After eating, just go back to sleep again. You haven't slept much in the past two days," said Xu Yao. "A little white rabbit doesn't need dark circles under his eyes."
"You are the rabbit!"
After a moment of thought, Le Yao added, "Ah! Husband, is there anyone in our division who can sketch architectural designs?"
"There are many who can, but it depends on what kind of design you want," replied Xu Yao.
"I want to design a prison. The type that prevents orcs from escaping," said Le Yao. "I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I remember that there is not much of this sort of thing in the template. Also, it would be good if the person could design it like a metal cage. There are metal cages available in the templates, but those are just superficial. These kind of things, if they were burned to the Underworld, will be just for show."
Le Yao remembered that in his last life, he had encountered two particularly funny examples of useless props sent to the Underworld:
One example was an old man, who had died in the late 1990s, and liked watching TV very much. His son was very filial. Knowing that his father had liked to watch TV throughout his lifetime, he found someone to burn a paper TV. The old man received the TV happily. It worked, and broadcasted the show 'Journey to the West', so he watched it with interest. Afterwards, maybe the old man wanted to watch something else, but he couldn't adjust the channels on the TV at all. No matter how many times he switched frequencies, the only show broadcasted on that TV was 'Journey to the West'. It turned out that the TV screen his son had looked for someone to make had the the pictorial of 'Journey to the West' painted on its screen, so the TV could only broadcast this show all day long.
Another example was that of an old lady who had been particularly wealthy during her lifetime. After her death, her grandson honored her with a bank card worth 100 billion yuan, saying that he wanted the elder to spend and enjoy as much as she liked in the Underworld. But, she had never been able to spend the money, because there was no ATM, or even a bank in Underworld.
The Underworld only recognized ingots and copper coins, i.e. a kind of yellow paper with holes in the middle. Each time someone burned copper coin shaped paper together with incense, the incense would act like the string through which the copper coins would pass. As for the paper money that was printed in an imitation of RMB, it was considered as waste paper in the Underworld.
Le Yao was very particular about what to burn and how to burn it. Although it seemed that the order of the Underworld had been disrupted for some reason, these basic rules had not changed.
"I, or Yan Jie, can do what you have said." Xu Yao said, "If not, just tell Leslie what you are thinking of, and he can help you sketch it. Leslie can put a virtual design in front of you, and you can change it at your will."
"That would be great. I also want to design a living area for the undead brothers similar to our current camp."
"Why not a print big house like you did before?" Xu Yao questioned Le Yao unexpectedly.
"No, they should have what everyone else has." Le Yao bit the bun again and said, "Compared with being special, I think equal treatment would be the greatest respect given to them."
At first, he had wanted to burn big houses, televisions, and entertainment facilities for the Flying Wolf's undead soldiers, so that they could live comfortably. But as he reflected on it further, he thought that it was inappropriate. For soldiers who have never forgotten to protect their land and comrades-in-arm even after their death, what they needed most might be justice and fairness.
Le Yao continued to eat his steamed bun. His entire concentration was focused on eating the bun, so he didn't notice Xu Yao's eyes darken and gradually melt into an emotion he didn't know.
My wife is always refreshing my understanding of him.
When he thought that Le Yao might be a loafer and a dandy, he would help him with family affairs in an orderly way and cook a table of good dishes for him; when he thought that he might just be a virtuous wife who lived a very serious life, he showed kindness and sentimentality that a man of his age would rarely have.
Of course, he could be childish sometimes. For example, right now, taking advantage of Xu Yao's mind 'wandering' off, Le Yao, who had finished his own bun, was secretly picking at the meat stuffing in his bun.
'Paht!' Xu Yao grabbed his little wife's white wrist and asked, "Why?"
"Ah, got found out," Le Yao grinned, "Today's stuffed bun is delicious."
"Just ask me directly. I can give it to you," Xu Yao tore his steamed bun in half and gave it to Le Yao.
"It's different," Le Yao said as he ate, "Do you know that yours is more delicious?"
"Is that so?" said Xu Yao, "Then I should try it too."
"Ah? You haven't eaten anything yet?"
Xu Yao kissed Le Yao's mouth and sucked it gently several times before he said with a smile, "It tastes good."
Le Yao touched his mouth: "…."
You! Old! Rogue!
Le Yao had recently realized that Xu Yao had become more and more proficient at teasing him. He kissed, pinched, and bit; saying and doing it all naturally. This cheeky person, slowly and just, had started to take more and more advantages with him.
It was just that unexpected advances made Le Yao a little angry.
And that very afternoon, something happened that made him even angrier.
Since the last time Le Yao had tried to wrangle some money from his father to pay back his overdue credit, he had called him once and was refused, so he never contacted the Le Family again. Later, Jiang Xinduo and Le Tianyu had called him via holographic call, which they did not call again after he rebuked them. Who would have thought that his father would contact him by his own initiative today?
Even though Le Feishan was his father, Le Yao had quite complicated feelings about him. Le Feishan hadn't really cared about this child at all. In the past, Le Yao had been scolded for many of the incidents the original host had caused, but in the end, Le Feishan had always helped resolve those issues. Whether he had borrowed money or had injured people, Le Feishan had always made the appropriate reparations for him. If not for these actions, Le Yao would not have contacted Le Feishan the previous time to ask for help. From this point of view, Le Feishan had not completely disregarded his eldest son.
But Le Feishan was nicer to Le Tianyu, which puzzled Le Yao a little. The original host was his biological son, right?
Le Yao believed that the original host had become more rebellious as he grew older, because he couldn't think of any other reason. Although Le Feishan had said that he liked Tianyu more because he didn't cause trouble and had more filial piety, Le Yao felt that it wasn't that simple.
"Is there anyone nearby?" asked Le Feishan.
"No, I'm by myself." Xu Yao had left for work. Le Yao had just finished drawing two Tianyan talismans and was going to have a rest, "What's the matter?"
"What happened to the matter you told me about last time? How did you end up solving it?" asked Le Feishan.
"What else could I do? Of course, I got Xu Yao to help me." Le Yao said, "If you won't help me, then nobody except for him can help me. Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
"You borrowed money from him?" Le Feishan frowned as he questioned, "How much did you borrow?"
"Three…" Le Yao wanted to say three million yuan, but he stopped abruptly and instead said, "Thirty million yuan."
"30 million?" Le Feishan ground his teeth together, and sounded really angry as he continued, "Last time, you had told me 2.3 million would do. Now you tell me that you borrowed 30 million?"
"You should know that the prices here are high. Do you know how much the freight itself costs when buying something from Planet Tarot? And what exactly do you want?"
"I'll give you the 30 million later and you will return the money to Xu Yao."
"Why?" Although Le Yao would have liked to say 'you're welcome to send it right away!', Le Feishan's abnormal behaviour made him curious.
"No big reason. You should just do as I tell you. I'm your father and I won't harm you, okay?" Le Feishan said with a troubled face, and further asked, "By the way, you are not pregnant, right?"
"No." There was no sign of him having an estrus period, even more with the intention of conceiving a child. Le Yao's suspicion of there being something wrong with Le Feishan increased.
"Be careful during this time. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up in two days. When Xu Yao asks you for the reason, just say that you want to go home."
"You want me to come back?" Le Yao was really surprised. Previously, Le Feishan couldn't wait to marry him off far away. What did he want now?
Le Feishan didn't explain any more, but left a message saying that the people he sent would arrive in a couple of days, and then cut off the communication.
At first, Le Yao doubted whether he was dreaming or not, but when he saw the message for the 30 million yuan transfer he had received in the communicator, he suddenly felt a little cautious.
What's this all about?!
It should be a happy thing to have more money, but Le Yao was not happy at all. He hesitated, and after pondering for a while, he decided to directly tell Xu Yao about this conversation when he returned from work. Maybe he knows something.
As for paying back the money I borrowed from Xu Yao, I won't pay it back! We're a married couple, why should I return his money?
Le Yao needed to figure out the actual matter first and then he would decide whether to return this money to Le Feishan or not.
It was a good thing that Le Yao had already drawn the Tianyan talismans in the morning. If he had left it for later, he would have been too distracted to draw them after his conversation with Le Feishan. Now, in the afternoon, he just needed to finish the design and then 3D print the prison for the orcs. If possible, he would burn it together with the incense offerings for the second group of undead soldiers, which would happen in the night.
Le Yao called out to Leslie and asked the A.I. to design a virtual prison model. He deliberated a little about using walls or railings, and finally decided to use railings. This was not because railings would give a more prison-like look, but because they needed less paper pulp when printing it. Xu Yao indeed had much money, but he should help him save some funds, at the very least.
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The author has something to say:
Le Yao: Husband, praise me! I saved you some money!
Xu Yao: Okay, thank you.
Le Yao: I did good, right? Come on and praise me!
Xu Yao: …
Le Yao: Ahh! I am letting you praise me! I didn't let you come here!
Xu Yao: Didn't you say that?
Le Yao: （╯‵□′）╯︵┴─┴