Chapter Fifty-Four: Chaos

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  Not to mention Zhang Shu's eyes were wide with shock, he even met the chief of the Iwabe clan, who was also stuttering: "Is this the weapon you brought?"

  This is also the first time I've met with Yanbu's clan leader Wen Fei, who has come over in person this time. It can be seen that they attach great importance to this transaction.

  The head of the Yamabe clan held a sword, looking left and right with an eerie expression. It made Wen Fei feel somewhat puzzled, but to say that Wen Fei's intentions were not entirely bad this time. The quality of these treasured swords was quite good, all made from high-quality steel materials, either ancient-style cypress-patterned swords or Longquan swords, with elegant and beautiful shapes, full of antique charm.

  "What's wrong?" Wen Fei was somewhat perplexed.

  Zhang Shu Ye, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but smile secretly. Even Zhang San Weng, whom he had met on his last trip out to take care of some business, shook his head repeatedly when he saw him again.

  "This is something for women! What a waste of good steel." He shook his head in regret as he spoke to the chief of the Iwabe clan. His Chinese was much more fluent, although his accent was still quite strange.

  Looking at Wen Fei still with a puzzled expression, Zhang Shuye said kindly: "Such a precious sword is only suitable for scholars to hang on the wall as a decoration, it's absolutely impossible to use it in battle!"

  Originally, before the Han and Tang dynasties, swords were used as normal weapons. However, from the Sui and Tang dynasties onwards, the weaknesses of swords as battlefield weapons became increasingly apparent. They were not suitable for chopping and slashing, and gradually became decorative items. Even those Confucian scholars who had no strength to bind a chicken used them to adorn their doors, and they were never used on the battlefield.

  Won't it? Wen Fei was a bit stunned, in order to make this shot. He specially used the name of purchasing goods to buy good things that cost several hundred yuan, not those that can be fooled by tens of dollars. Not only is it very sharp, but also has beautiful patterns like pine needles, looking very beautiful.

  Such a big misunderstanding made Wen Fei's old face somewhat red. He immediately shouted: "Don't bother about it!"

  "We must, of course we must!" said Iwabe's clan leader gritting his teeth.

  Wen Fei looked somewhat puzzled: "Didn't you say this sword was used by women?"

  "This weapon may not be useful, but just because of this steel material they can't bear to not use it!" Zhang Shuye explained on behalf of the tribe's leader.

  Wen Fei shrugged his shoulders, as long as it can be sold, that's all. Wen Fei was not interested in anything else either.

  This time, Wen Fei didn't bring any cement. The several hundred swords had taken up most of the space. After sending away the tribal chief and Yan Bu, Zhang San Weng smiled: "Immortal Master, the medicinal herbs you wanted have been prepared."

  Wen Fei let out a sound and followed to take a look. Then he saw that Zhang San had indeed prepared several large boxes of medicinal materials, including the various medicinal materials mentioned last time, and even the hidden red flower.

  After Wen flew back, he not only looked up the price and origin of saffron but also broke out in a cold sweat. He had originally thought that saffron was something produced in Tibet, which is why it's called "Tibetan red flower". But it turned out that this stuff actually comes from Greece, Asia Minor, Persia and other places. Saffron was introduced to Tibet via India and then transmitted to inland China from Tibet. Therefore, people mistakenly believed that saffron transported from Tibet to inland areas was produced in Tibet, calling it "Tibetan red flower".

  Of course, in later generations of China, there must have been cultivation, but this kind of medicinal material originating from abroad is naturally much better. However, the price is not as expensive as imagined!

  There are also Rou Cong Rong, Chai Hu, and Beeswax. These things, if it were before Wen Fei, would naturally have to find a channel to sell them. But now that Huang Sheng has gone online, they can all be handed over to Huang Sheng for handling.

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  That guy may be tough, but the price is too high. Firstly, Wen Fei really has no other way to deal with these goods. Secondly, he also wants to let Huang Sheng fully recognize his utilitarian value... I believe that this will make Huang Sheng not stupidly do something foolish like killing the chicken to get the eggs. This way, Wen Fei will be safer! After all, Wen Fei's foundation is still in modern times.

  Everything was loaded onto the carts, and Wen Fei was about to leave. Suddenly, a commotion broke out among the pack animals. The pack animal gathering became increasingly chaotic, with more and more people from all directions gathering there. Moreover, they were all long-term residents, turning it into a bustling town scene. It would remain so until autumn, when the tribes would follow the water grass to migrate away from the pack animal gathering, leaving this place quiet once again.

  At this time, with many people around, it's not a good opportunity to start building the fort. It wasn't until after autumn, when these tribes had left one by one, that it was time to build the fort.

  It was Zhang Shu Ye, relying on the door to enter the official career, not waiting in the Eastern Capital Bianliang City that flower world, running to this bird's nest place, still holding a heart of building merit and establishing achievements. Where can you wait for such a long time, just discussing with Wen Fei how to build a fort. After sending Wen Fei out of the camp, he saw the mules and horses gathering together in chaos.

  The donkey-horse gathering place is now crowded with people and troubles. Those barbarians are mostly rough and illiterate, and there are many who often get into fights and cause trouble. The government of the Great Song has always been one that would rather have fewer things to deal with than more, so they never send anyone to maintain order. Therefore, fighting and brawling are common occurrences, quite normal.

  But this time it's different, the whole mule and horse gathering is in chaos with people running around like headless chickens. The panic is extreme, with someone even shouting: "The robbers are here to loot, the robbers are here to loot!"

  Zhang Shuye quickly distinguished the situation and saw that the disturbance came from the north. That direction seemed to be the direction leading to the Yellow River, while Zhangjiayuan was in the south, separated by several miles and a dozen campsites.

  "Could it be that the Shi Bi tribe has made a move?" Zhang Shu Ye was shocked. He saw that over a hundred of the Zhang family's guards had already picked up their weapons and set up simple abatis in front of the camp.

  Before they could even finish setting up, the sound of horseshoes came thundering over. Strange cries and shouts kept coming, and then many tall figures on horseback with disheveled hair appeared, killing anyone in their path. Truly, they didn't distinguish between friend or foe, killing anyone they saw.

  War horses rushed past, often bringing up a human head soaring into the sky, with blood flying everywhere. Poor Wen Fei, an otaku, had never seen such a scene before, and his face changed color involuntarily, thinking of activating the jade pendant to escape!

  But at this moment, a fast horse was seen galloping towards this side. The rider's horsemanship was excellent, and even in such a chaotic environment, he still rode the horse wildly, with almost no decrease in speed.

  "It's Wang Zhiming! He seems to be fleeing for his life!" Wen Fei hesitated, and upon seeing the horse rushing by with a fugitive, he indeed looked like Wang Zhiming. However, his current appearance was somewhat disheveled - his white robe, which had been spotless, now looked almost yellowish, and was stained with large patches of blood. His hair was also disheveled, no longer resembling the elegant and refined young master's demeanor.

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