Claire received over a dozen boxes of supplies, but these things were only a drop in the bucket for nearly a hundred soldiers. People divided up the goods and carried them on their shoulders, while many more left empty-handed.

  But even so, it's still a lot more than the usual supplies they receive, and every soldier has a smile on their face because these things can improve their lives.

  Mu Yang took a look at the supplies, which included tea leaves, cigarettes, coffee, rum, butter, raw beef, seasonings, and clothes and shoes for 28 laborers. The items were miscellaneous, but they were all necessities for soldiers' daily life.

  But Muyang felt that these things were still too few.

  "Clare, have the soldiers wait at the entrance of the village, I'll go take a look and see if we can get some more stuff, cigarettes and coffee are not enough, we can't let these kids fight on an empty stomach."

  It's not exactly starving, but eating poorly is certain.

  "Commander Lian, is there any other way to get the goods?" Claire asked with a new understanding of Mu Yang's methods and full of expectation.

  "Of course, it's just that I don't know what you young men need?" Murong said affirmatively.

  "If there were some cigarettes, sugar and fruit, wine, it would be perfect. But those little guys are all big eaters, no matter how much you bring, it's not enough for them to eat." Claire said.

  "Rest assured, Claire. I still have a way to fill the bellies of these young men."

  Muyang let Claire lead the young men away first and wandered around the village alone.

  This small French village had a part occupied by the British army, but more were left vacant. The original residents had already escaped to Paris, leaving many empty houses behind. Mu Yang found an empty house far from the team department and walked in.

  A thought, Mu Yang returned to his modern home.

  He sat on the sofa and thought for a moment, feeling that preparing supplies in modern times was actually quite troublesome. The most important thing was that he had to do everything himself, and if someone saw him and asked about it, Mu Yang would have trouble explaining.

  Mu Yang directly crossed over into the War of Resistance Against Japan time and space, returning to his estate in Malm?, Sweden.

  He opened the study and walked out, passing by the bedroom, he secretly opened the door and took a peek inside, finding Xia Kejun still in the same state as when she left, peacefully sleeping on the bed.

  Muyang didn't disturb her and went downstairs directly, finding his butler Anderson.

  "There is a list of items here, with quantities marked. You go and purchase according to what's written on it, and have the seller pack and box them up. Oh, and one more thing - none of the items can have any brand logos on them." Mu Yang handed over the list to Anderson and instructed him.

  "Alright, sir, I'll go make arrangements." Anderson got into the car with the driver and drove away.

  The maid brought up breakfast, a cup of milk, a cheese sandwich, several slices of sausage and a boiled egg, a simple breakfast.

  After having breakfast, Muyang came to the lawn in the yard for a walk. The maid knew Muyang's habit and had already prepared clear tea on the tea table in the yard early.

  Reclining on a chaise longue, savoring fragrant tea, taking out a book to read, and enjoying this rare tranquility and serenity.

  Muyang was so absorbed in his reading that he didn't notice Xia Kejun's voice beside him, "Brother Muyang, why are you up so early?"

  "Have you had breakfast?" Muyang stretched out his hand, took hold of Xiaokejun's wrist, and pulled her down to sit beside him.

  "I've already eaten, I'm a bit sleepy." Xia Kejun leaned gently against Mu Yang's side.

  "By the way, how's your Swedish coming along?" Murong asked.

  "It's been more than two months, and I've only learned over 300 words and a few dozen sentences, but I still keep forgetting them. Brother Mo, I'm so stupid." Xia Kejun said with some frustration.

  "Don't rush, take your time to learn, after all, we have plenty of time. I'm also self-studying, and my progress isn't much better than yours. You're already doing very well." Murong Yang encouraged.

  Fortunately, English is Sweden's second language, and Mu Yang uses English to communicate here without any problems. However, it's still better to learn Swedish, after all, this will be his base and where he lives in the future. If he doesn't speak the language, it would be inconvenient at times. Not every Swede speaks English, after all.

  "I think it won't be long before Wu Ma and her family come over, then you'll have someone to talk to," said Mu Yang.

  "Yes, we lived together for a year before, and after separating, I really miss them." Xia Kejun said.

  Actually, Xia Kejun misses Xiao Ying more. Xia Kejun and Xiao Ying are about the same age. After Muyang left for a year, it was usually Xiao Ying who accompanied him to chat and talk. The relationship between Xiao Ying and Xia Kejun is somewhat like that of a personal maid and her mistress in ancient times, but also somewhat like friends.

  Xia Kejun can speak a little English, but it's also limited to simple communication. He usually communicates with the housekeeper Anderson, and both parties are very hardworking in order to understand each other's meaning. It's really pitiful for Anderson. Therefore, apart from communicating with Mu Yang, Xia Kejun can only read books by himself. Mu Yang is actually hoping that the Zhang family will arrive soon, he's afraid that Xia Kejun will be suffocated to death. You know, when there's no one around who can communicate with you, people can get very lonely.

  "They had sent a telegram before boarding, hadn't they? I estimate it will take another half month for them to arrive. At that time, I'll have Anderson go to the port to pick them up," said Mu Yang.

  Drinking tea and chatting, the two would read a book together, then discuss the plot and characters, very quiet and warm, without any hint of vulgarity, Muyang enjoyed this feeling.

  Anderson is back, and there's a cargo truck behind him, looks like he really bought a lot.

  Anderson got off the car and walked to Muyang and Xiaokejun with a calm pace, slightly bowing his head and said: "Sir, according to your shopping list, everything has been purchased. And they have all been packed into wooden boxes, none of the goods have packaging labels."

  "Doing well, Anderson." Murong smiled and said.

  "It's my duty to serve you." Anderson said politely. As a butler trained by the Butler School, he was indeed an elite butler, with etiquette and speech that exuded a sense of propriety, unhurried and gentle as a spring breeze.

  Everything was moved into newly repaired cellars built along the edge of the courtyard. This is now designated by Mu Yang as a logistics transshipment storage depot.

  The new cellar space is very large, and Mu Yang moved the original wine racks from the old cellar here as well. He plans to fill this place up with wine when he has the leisure time and energy, making it a new wine cellar. As for red wine, Mu Yang still likes it very much.

  Now, Muyang has come up with a new idea.

  He had originally planned to buy good wine from after 1945, but now that he is in France, the country that produces the best red wines, and it's 1918, he can find even better vintages himself.

  Mo Yang had Anderson buy a bit too much, so he only stored half of the supplies in his space. These things would be enough for the young men to use for half a month, and he also knew that too much is as bad as too little. If a large amount of unexplained supplies appeared, it might arouse suspicion from others. So Mo Yang only brought half with him; after all, leaving them here wouldn't spoil.