I used the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to fight the Japanese.

"Hahaha, awesome! That traitorous dog is so rich! So many silver dollars, so much legal tender! Even if you sold me, it wouldn't be enough!" Tiger in the village stared at the whole box of legal tender and the whole box of silver dollars, not wanting to take his eyes off them!

"How much money can you make? Who would want you? To poop?" Manxiang said with a laugh.

"Then you don't care! My buddy knows how to train dogs, do you?" Tiger said unwillingly.

"Raise dogs? Who would raise so many dogs?" Manxiang retorted without backing down.

"We raise dogs to fight the Japanese devils! Haven't you seen how powerful our hunting dogs are!"

"Fine! You win!"

"You all need to put all this money away. Our troops have many expenses!" Mancang instructed.

"Alright! Once the money goes into the vault, it's like it's gone into the belly of a mythical creature—it only goes in and never comes out!" Manxiang explained.

"Hahaha, you knew it! You're stingy!" Tiger said.

"Tell me, we have plenty to eat and drink, and the Japanese even provided us with weapons. What else do we need to spend money on?" Manxiang pondered.

"That's true..."

"Alright, help me move these two boxes to Grandpa Song's place. We don't know anything about these things, they might be treasures." Mancang stopped the two bickering and got them to work.

These are all treasures belonging to each household, and there might even be national treasures among them. However, in his previous life, he only learned about the characteristics of artifacts from various dynasties from books, and he didn't know which ones were more valuable.

Fortunately, we have Grandpa Long around; his eye for collecting jade chimes shouldn't be too bad.

"Hahaha, the commander is really generous! He brought back so many good things all at once. This old man is truly amazed!" When Grandpa Song saw the two large boxes of things, he was as happy as a child, touching this and looking at that, unable to put them down.

"Haha, old man, you're an expert in this area. Please pick out some valuable items and keep them safe. Once we drive the Japanese away, we'll open a museum to display these treasures so that future generations can study and learn from them!" Mancang explained his purpose.

"Oh! Young man, is that really what you're thinking? You don't plan to sell these for money? They're worth quite a few dollars!" the old man said.

"Haha, these are treasures that only show their value when they are kept in our own hands! It's easy to sell them, but difficult to get them back! Besides, they will eventually end up in the hands of those foreign devils after they are sold. We can't let those foreign devils take advantage of the good things left by our ancestors!"

"Haha, good! Good! Good! I admire your insight, young man! These things are not just gold and silver; they are testaments to the existence of our ancestors and the inheritance and promotion of culture! I will do my best to interpret the meaning of these things. If there is ever an opportunity to open a museum to display them in the future, I can rest in peace!"

As he spoke, the old man took out a pen and paper and began to number and authenticate the items one by one. Once he got into work, the old man became serious, while Professor Song, Zaohua, and Mancang were left with only odd jobs, busy carrying, labeling, and packing.

And you know what? There are actually a few nice items here, such as a Xuande incense burner made during the Kangxi period, a jade Guanyin statue from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, and a gold headdress from the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. The old man marked them all and told me to keep them safe.

What pleased Mancang the most was the dagger. Shaped like a willow leaf, it was jet black, with two characters near the hilt that Mancang couldn't understand. The old man said these two characters were in seal script and read "tiger claw," suggesting it was likely a weapon crafted by a master craftsman during the pre-Qin period! However, the old man's information was limited, and he didn't yet know who had made it.

However, the old man recognized that the dagger was likely made from a piece of meteorite iron! The blade was tough and sharp, capable of piercing through a truck door with a single blow!

Mancang unceremoniously strapped the thing to his calf. How could such a powerful weapon go to waste? Using it to kill Japanese devils would be the perfect way to put it to good use!

"Hey! When are you going to let me go home? It's been so long..." Zao Hua said resentfully as she watched him put away the dagger.

It's been quite some time since we came out of the Japanese camp, the girl has said so several times, but we've been busy fighting the Japanese for food and training, which has kept us from getting back to normal.

"Well... alright, I'll go back tomorrow. There's quite a lot of stock left in the village, and I'll also take the opportunity to go to the county to inquire about some things," Mancang said after thinking for a moment.

“Then you’ll come back with me!” Zao Hua said earnestly.

"Huh?...Meeting the parents already? Isn't that a bit too fast?..." This kid must have lost his mind and blurted out what was on his mind.

"Meet the parents?...Meet your big head!...I've been in the Japanese camp for so long, I have to explain to my parents! I'm asking you to explain to my parents for me, what do you mean by meeting the parents!" Zaohua said, blushing.

"...It still comes down to meeting the parents..." Mancang muttered softly.

"Pah! You filthy scoundrel!..."

The two were bickering again, making Professor Song's family laugh.

……

The next morning, Mancang set off again with several cartloads of goods. This time, Second Master and Chengzi did not come along, but Mancang and Zaohua were. They passed through the checkpoint smoothly and arrived directly at Zaohua's courtyard. As soon as they approached the courtyard, the little girl burst into tears and ran to the gate, knocking on the door she had been longing for day and night.

"Father, Mother! Your daughter is back!..." Zaohua murmured.

"They've arrived!" The old butler opened the door and looked around for a while before recognizing his young mistress!

"Young Miss!... It really is you!... You're back?!..." The old butler's voice trembled with uncontrollable excitement!

"Uncle Fu, it's me! I'm back!" Zaohua said, wiping away her tears.

"Master! Madam! Miss is back! Miss is back!" Uncle Fu shouted happily into the courtyard.

"Zaohua! Zaohua! My child! You're finally back!" The old lady ran over with faltering steps and hugged her beloved daughter tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Where have you been all these years? There's been no news of you, and I can't reach you by letter..." the old lady murmured, full of worry.

"It's good you're back! It's so good you're back!" Zhang Youcai was deeply moved as he looked at the mother and daughter, who were crying their eyes out. He had received news of his son a few days ago, and now his daughter was back too! The old man was overjoyed!

"Come inside! We have guests!" Zhang Youcai urged them as he saw them standing at the door with several large carts full of goods.

"Yes! Come inside! Children, come in, let's talk inside!" The old lady quickly greeted them as soon as she saw the caravan approaching.

"Master, Madam, we've bothered you again!" Manxiang stepped forward to greet them at the opportune moment.