Chapter Fifty-Three Crisis

  Seeking support...

  The leader who had a few dealings with the Japanese, shouted: "That Shibei who fought us last time is jealous of our tribe's gold sand and wants to come and rob us. We must kill them all, but they seem to have defected to the Tanguts, we're afraid of losing out!"

  Zhang Shuye was taken aback: "Shi Bo's troops have defected to Western Xia? Is this news true or false?"

  He was a recording secretary in Lanzhou, a civil servant under the state and county. Although his official position is not high, his power is extremely heavy. In a small border prefecture like Lanzhou, there is only one sixth-rank administrator who knows about the affairs of Lanzhou Prefecture. The other lower-ranking civil servants are scarce and pitiful.

  Even Zhang Shu Ye, an eighth-grade civil servant, is already a figure with head and face here. Moreover, he also has a family background, almost grasping the military power of Lanzhou, of course, Lanzhou actually doesn't have many soldiers.

  "Of course it's true!" Zhang Shuye also didn't wear official uniform, and he couldn't be recognized by the people of Yamabe either. He said indifferently: "The Shibei Department has always colluded with the Tangut people. Last time we fought them, they couldn't win, so they fled to the other side of the river!"

  The other side of the river was Zhuluo and Nanjun Temple of Western Xia, which suddenly became important to Zhang Shuye. Shibei Department and Heyan Department were generally tribal areas on the border between the two countries. It can't be said that they are subjects of either country, but rather which side has more power and which side has benefits, so they will rely on that side. This is a very normal thing!

  "It's possible that Shi Bu and the Western Xia people will collude to come to Ma Ji Zhai to loot, you shaman should also be careful. Don't let them rob you too, they are very cruel. They don't even pay for things when buying, and they still kill people!" He said to the leader of the rock department.

  Wen Fei asked: "Isn't the Yellow River frozen now? How did they get over?"

  Zhang Shu Ye's face didn't look too good, and he said, "Although the river hasn't frozen over, it's still possible to cross on a small scale."

  Wen Fei thought for a moment, it seemed that there were no bridges on the Yellow River, and those Western Xia people wouldn't swim over, would they?

  "They have a boat!" And Iwabe's chief said: "You can row over."

  "Hundou is a simple sheepskin raft, also made of cowhide." Zhang Shuye explained: "After the cattle and sheep are slaughtered, remove the head, scoop out the bones and meat. Then soak the outer skin in water for three or four days, until it starts to smell, then dry it in the sun for a day, wash off the hair, fill with salt, oil, and water, and dry it in the scorching sun for four or five days, until the skin turns reddish-brown. When using it, blow air into it through the mouth or use a tool to inflate it, then tie up the inflation hole, and it can float on the water surface, serving as a boat."

  Simple inflatable boats all came out, unexpectedly these Western Xia people were so fierce. Relying on such a simple thing, they swam across the hundreds of meters wide Yellow River. That's probably why only small troops could cross the river to harass.

  "Wizard, why don't you come with us and Ganryu? We have hundreds of warriors who can protect you. Our wizard in Ganryu is not as powerful as you..."

  He talked for a long time, and Wen Fei finally understood that this guy actually wanted to recruit him, wanted him to go to their tribe as a shaman. Damn it, this broken tribe has nothing but gold sand and cattle and sheep, every one of them reeks of goat smell, I'd rather die than go there.

  "Next time, next time, I'll definitely get you the knives and guns you want!" Wen Fei chuckled to himself, thinking: These things are hard to come by if you say they're hard to come by, but easy to come by if you say they're easy to come by. But for me to go get a large batch of knives and guns myself...

  As soon as Wen Fei agreed, Yamabe's leader was overjoyed and said, "I brought gold sand..."

  Wen Fei interrupted him and asked: "Does your tribe have red flowers?"

  "There isn't." The rhododendron was quite famous now, and the people of Iwakura naturally knew about it: "The Tibetans have some; we can trade with them..." Who said barbarians were stupid? Wen Fei had only mentioned it once, but he already knew that Wen Fei was interested in the rhododendron.

  Wen Fei hummed in response, but then heard Zhang Shuye laugh and say: "We've actually collected some of this medicinal herb. If the immortal master wants it, we can just consider it as payment for that... cement!"

  Wen Fei didn't hesitate, and agreed immediately. Zhang Shuye was overjoyed, as he had been unsure how to deal with Wen Fei all along. Wen Fei's temper was strange, and he refused the copper coins of the Song Dynasty, only wanting gold. The Zhang family was wealthy, but even they couldn't produce a large amount of gold in Lanzhou.

  Wen Fei seemed to be interested in nothing but gold, but now he's suddenly taken a liking to red flowers. Zhang Shu Ye became excited and said that for both parties to interact, they need to take turns making moves, otherwise the relationship won't last long. If only one party has needs, then the relationship can't be sustained for long. As an outstanding young man from a large family, Zhang Shu Ye naturally understood these social niceties very well.

  Left a truck of cement to Zhang Shu Ye, and brought back 40-50 kilograms of gold to the modern era. Wen Fei didn't say another word, directly called Huang Sheng, and asked him to come pick up the goods.

  On the phone, Huang Sheng laughed very happily: "Alright, little brother, you're really something. You've managed to get so much gold again. I won't say anything else, big brother will take care of you!"

  "Today, Wen Fei suddenly became affectionate and called me brother. He didn't have this kind of attitude last time. So I said: 'You can send someone to pick up the goods, just transfer the money to my bank card.'"

  Huang Sheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, you handle things efficiently. I'm also a straightforward person. How about this? You just put your name on the company's payroll, and when the time comes, all these payments will be accounted for. What do you think?"

  Wen Fei's heart skipped a beat, this money going in and out of the account has a saying that is better. Otherwise, being noticed by others is not good. Although this money is not too much, it should not attract attention.

  "Then thank you, Brother Huang!" Wen Fei said instead.

  "Haha, what's there to thank for? We're all brothers from the same family!" Huang Sheng laughed loudly.

  Huang Sheng's business was extremely large, not only occupying several small gold mines in the local area. He also opened a real estate company, and Wen Fei transformed into the business manager of that Yonghe Real Estate Company, with an annual salary of one million... taking a step into the golden collar class...

  Once the money is abundant, it's not a big deal anymore. Even those with careers consider making money as a benchmark for their career. With several million in his account, Wen Fei has become numb to money. To him, this is a huge sum that he can't spend in his lifetime.

  Zhang Shuye was not very concerned about the military equipment sold by Wen Fei to the He and Yan tribes. In his opinion, the Song Dynasty's good armor and sharp weapons were not a big deal even if they were sold to small tribes like He and Yan. Anyway, Wen Fei wouldn't be able to bring too many weapons. He didn't expect that Wen Fei would drive directly to the martial arts equipment factory, pull out a whole truckload, with several hundred precious swords.

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