Chapter Eleven: Blocking the Car

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  Zhang Shuye said: "Immortal Master, this place is too far from Lanzhou City. The transportation of grain and grass is too inconvenient. Can the Immortal Master help us transport some grain and grass over?"

  Wen Fei Mo refused bluntly and said: "If we transport grain, then we can't transport cement. Both of these things take up space!"

  "Then let's transport some grain over," Zhang Shujie said, "To be honest, our main camp is almost out of food!"

  The original Song army was mostly infantry, but whether it was the nomadic tribes or the Western Xia people, they were all horseback riding nations. With many horses, they were naturally born cavalry. Families with horses had mobility. Sending out scouts to constantly raid the Song army's grain path made transporting grain extremely dangerous. Now the entire camp's grain and grass can only last for three more days.

  Zhang Shu Ye said, "Now that the war is fierce and dangerous, we only have a batch of goods prepared from the beginning. I'm afraid it's not enough to pay the bill. However, don't worry, Master Xian, my third uncle has already prepared the reward, as soon as the Tian Du Fort is built and the Western Xia people retreat, he will send the reward over!"

  Money or not, Wen Fei didn't really care about it at the moment. After all, time-space trading was originally a highly profitable business. The medicinal materials and animal hides that Zhang Shu Ye had prepared were all worth a lot of money. Wen Fei just felt that sending them grain was no big deal, but every time they did it, he felt like his little heart couldn't take the excitement!

  Back in modern times, the sky was already getting brighter. The entire abandoned factory was quiet, with nothing around. Wen Fei suddenly had an idea and thought to himself: I don't understand running a company, why not run a factory instead? It'll be more convenient for procurement in the future!

  As for what kind of factory to set up, Wen Fei hadn't thought it through yet. This factory was originally a state-owned wool textile mill located in the city, but a few years ago, the land was swapped out and the original site was sold to real estate developers who built housing estates on it. The factory then moved to the outskirts of town, where the site is quite large.

  But even after replacing the land and freeing up enough liquidity, it was unable to save this factory. The money was all embezzled by those heads of the factory, and the factory didn't last long before closing down again, going bankrupt.

  Wen Fei suddenly thought, actually he could do wool spinning. The sheep's wool piled up by the barbarian tribes was as much as a mountain, except for being woven into various blankets, it had no other use. They were all stacked there, slowly rotting away. If they brought them back, wouldn't that solve the problem of raw materials?

  It's okay, my own mother isn't just an accountant at a textile mill, right? I can go ask her. But this thought was immediately thrown to the back of his mind, after all, it's too much trouble. Wen Fei vaguely knew that wool spinning seemed to be divided into things like merino wool and cashmere. And who knows whether those sheep in the Northern Song Dynasty were mountain goats or merinos? In short, it's too much trouble!

  It's those barbarian tribes' blankets that can be brought back and sold as handicrafts. I don't know how the business is, mainly because the Northern Song Dynasty is too backward, so they only have some raw materials and agricultural products.

  Wen Fei returned to modern times, and once again lamented that his math skills were taught by a physical education teacher. The entire Song army camp had 10,000 civilians and 2,000 soldiers, totaling 12,000 people.

  At the rate of one kilogram per person per day, that's six tons of grain per day. This is indeed not a small amount. No wonder Zhang Shu and himself would blush when mentioning it.

  For Wen Fei, getting tens of tons of grain wasn't difficult. But all at once he had to spend hundreds of thousands, and a kilogram of grain cost several yuan? Damn it, after doing space-time trading for so long, this was the first time he spent such a huge amount. It really didn't conform to the principle of low investment and high returns!

  Wen Fei was so lost in thought that he forgot what he was doing. He kept driving the car towards the city center, until it was stopped by a traffic police officer, and only then did he come back to his senses.

  Not to mention the messy modifications of this car, just say that this truck rolled around on the battlefield of Northern Song Dynasty and came back, it was also dirty beyond recognition. The traffic police didn't notice him, who else would they notice?

  Wen Fei cursed in his heart and quickly picked up the phone to make a call. As soon as the call was answered, the traffic police officer knocked on the window impatiently and said, "Take out your driver's license for me to see!"

  Wen Fei had asked Zhang Yu to take care of his driver's license, but it hadn't been processed yet. Nowadays, the management of driver's licenses is much stricter, and one has to go through the formalities in person. Wen Fei couldn't produce it himself, but fortunately, he heard Huang Sheng's voice on the phone, which made him feel inexplicably delighted, and for the first time, he felt that Huang Sheng's voice was actually so warm!

  "Older brother, I'm carrying goods and was stopped by traffic police!" Wen Fei hastily covered the phone and said in a low voice.

  The traffic police officer got angry and said: "Hurry up, it's no use calling anyone. Take out your driver's license!"

  Huang Sheng on the phone clearly heard the traffic police's voice, and chuckled: "Take a look at this traffic police number plate, report it to me... delay him for a while..."

  Wen Fei took a glance and quickly reported the police officer's badge number. The traffic cop suddenly became furious: "Fine, you can't produce your driver's license? Get out of the car!"

  To be honest, those traffic police who work outside in the wind and rain every day have a heavy workload and are very hardworking. When people get tired, their temper gets bigger. It's naturally impossible to be as friendly and smiling as in the movies, with a smile on their face, doing "smile law enforcement". This tone is actually normal.

  Wen Fei originally didn't think he had any grudges with him, but the things in this car couldn't be exposed. Wen Fei suddenly turned red with rage and cursed: "You blind dog, you even dare to grab me? Believe it or not, your leader will call you right away!"

  The traffic police officer sneered at him, as if Wen Fei was driving a Hummer or something. This traffic police officer might have considered it, but Wen Fei was driving this broken-down car, so how could the police believe him? He shouted loudly at Wen Fei: "Get out of the car quickly!"

  Wen Fei Nai refused to get out of the car, and naturally, the traffic police wouldn't be foolish enough to use force. Otherwise, this incident would become his fault. He said, "You're not going anywhere today!" As he spoke, he began to take out his walkie-talkie and call for backup.

  Wen Fei cursed in his heart, secretly scolding Huang Sheng for being so unreliable at such an old age. The matter had dragged on for so long and still hadn't been resolved. It was a wonder he was still Secretary Chen's cousin! But what they didn't know was that Wen Fei's phone call with Huang Sheng only lasted two or three minutes!

  Soon, traffic police from nearby rushed over and surrounded Wen Fei. Some of the police even began to suspect that they should open the trunk to see what was inside.

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