Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chu Chen looked up and saw a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, sitting in the seat of honor.

She was looking at him sternly.

"This young man is Chu Chen, a countryman, and has no official rank."

Chu Chen answered honestly.

"Hey, I have a short temper. Since you have no official rank and yet dare not kneel, give me twenty lashes first."

"Wait, sir, we can't just start a fight over a disagreement."

Chu Chen quickly said, "In this era where the legal system is not perfect, sometimes, even if you beat someone, it's pointless."

"Hey kid, who's the adult here, you or me? I'll give you a chance, you don't happen to have some kind of background, do you?"

The city lord also became interested. Having served as an official for many years, he knew that the truly powerful were either fools or people with powerful backgrounds.

"Of course you're an adult. Zhou Shicai, Zhou Heng, and I are good friends. Does that count as having connections?"

"Who are you talking about?"

“Zhou Shicai and Zhou Heng,” Chu Chen said again.

"Oh dear, brother, it's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple. We're family members, yet we don't recognize each other. Come, come, let's talk in the back room."

Holy crap, their attitude changed way too fast.

"May I ask your name, young man, Chu Chen? Are you from some rural paradise?"

In the back hall, the city lord gestured for Chu Chen to sit down, and looked at Chu Chen with a smile as he asked.

Does this city lord have amnesia? Didn't I just tell you my name?

"Um, Lord City, I still prefer your arrogant and unruly demeanor from earlier. Why don't you revert to your previous state?"

Unruly and arrogant, does he even have a few heads of his own?

Although the person in front of me doesn't look like royalty, who can guarantee there won't be any unforeseen circumstances?

Who are those two gentlemen? One is an imperial uncle, and the other is a prince.

"Young Master Chu, may I ask what brings you to Qingyun City this time?"

The city lord still asked tentatively.

"I just wanted to hang out with Zhou Shicai, but I didn't expect to be dragged here by your men before I even entered the city."

After Chu Chen finished speaking, he also pondered the identities of Zhou Shicai and Zhou Heng. Logically speaking, one was a city lord.

Even if they are extremely wealthy, they wouldn't change their attitude towards me completely.

Could they be high-ranking officials?

Then we should have a proper discussion about our cooperation.

"So you were looking for the two of you. What a coincidence, they're having tea at their residence right now. Why don't I take you there, brother?"

This city lord is too enthusiastic; he's suddenly become like an older brother.

After getting to know him better, he'll have to marry his daughter to him.

Chu Chen respectfully replied, "Then please lead the way, City Lord. But my things..."

"Oh, I forgot about this place."

After saying that, he shouted outside, "Little Liu, bring in my brother's things."

My brother, even the little guy outside is scared to death.

In a short time, he went from being a prisoner to a younger brother.

You caught them yourselves, do you think you'll get away with this?

So he quickly led his men, carrying the motorcycle, towards the back hall.

This scene stunned Chu Chen once again.

He quickly said, "Don't bring this iron horse in, just take it to the outside entrance. I just need the bag."

Xiao Liu quickly ran over: "Yes, young master, I was very rude just now, please forgive me."

Chu Chen smiled and said, "It's nothing, Sixth Brother, you've worked hard."

What he said, "Sixth Brother, then I'm on brotherly terms with the city lord too. Happiness came too suddenly!"

Xiao Liuzi walked back with a beaming smile and bowing obsequiously.

Chu Chen then picked up the bag and followed the city lord inside.

At this moment, Zhou Shicai and Zhou Heng were discussing how to use the refined salt in Chu Chen's hands to bring down those powerful families.

As they were talking, they saw Lan Tianlei, the city lord of Qingyun City, walking towards them with a familiar figure.

Just as Lan Tianlei was about to step forward to greet him, Zhou Shicai came out enthusiastically.

"Brother Chu, what brings you here today? Please come in."

After saying that, he didn't forget to wink at Lan Tianlei.

Lan Tianlei instantly understood his meaning, escorted Chu Chen to the door, and then left.

Chu Chen looked at the humble city lord in front of Zhou Shicai with a puzzled expression.

Some guesses immediately arose.

From what I understand, the emperors of the Great Xia Dynasty were surnamed Zhou, such as Zhou Shicai and Zhou Heng. Could it be...?

It seems these important figures all prefer to hide their identities.

So Chu Chen pretended not to understand, but to be honest, he wasn't really willing to deal with the imperial court.

So he stepped forward warmly and said, "Mr. Zhou, it's a long story, perhaps it's fate."

"Brother Zhou, how have you been?" He turned and bowed to Zhou Heng again.

Zhou Heng returned the greeting and gestured for Chu Chen to sit down.

Chu Chen tossed the bag onto the coffee table.

He got straight to the point: "I spent half a month at home getting what you wanted done."

After saying that, Zhou Heng pounced on the bag, opened it, and took a look.

A look of delight appeared on his face.

"May I ask, Brother Chu, is this the amount for the next half month?" Zhou Heng asked nervously.

"Well, this is enough for one incense stick. Is Brother Zhou satisfied?"

"Ah, it's only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Brother Chu, please don't joke around."

Zhou Heng's face showed disbelief. One stick of incense, and this must weigh at least ten pounds.

Then, one day, one year, the wish of every citizen of my Great Xia Dynasty to be able to eat refined salt will be just around the corner.

He then asked, "Brother Chu, what are the costs of these?"

The cost is 100 taels of stone from the mountains. 100 workers would each earn 30 coins a day, which is 3 taels a day.

A single day's salt production should yield at least 400 jin (200 catties).

You should know that this thing is sold by weight.

So he replied, "In terms of cost, it is definitely cheaper than those on the market. I just don't know how Brother Zhou would like to price it."

Refined salt on the market costs as much as 500 coins per ounce, but I should be able to buy 30 coins myself without any problem.

"Brother Chu, to be honest, you should be able to see that we are not just ordinary merchants. You produce this salt, and we will buy it. Rest assured, our aim is to benefit the people. How much silver do you think we can offer?"

"Of course, we will absolutely not let you lose money."

Chu Chen pretended to ponder for a long time before finally speaking slowly.

“The market price for refined salt is five hundred coins per ounce. Since you two have such a concern for the world, it's not unreasonable for me to charge fifty coins, is it?”

Chu Chen tentatively asked.

Unexpectedly, the two immediately showed expressions of joy, as if afraid that Chu Chen would change his mind.

"Oh, Brother Chu, you are truly an immortal descended to earth to save the people of my Great Xia! It's settled then, fifty coins per tael."

Zhou Heng couldn't wait to step forward and grab Chu Chen's shoulder.

Holy crap, they quoted too low. It's only fifty coins; he can still make a fortune every day.

What a joke! Zhou Shicai has tried for years, but he still hasn't been able to bring down the price of this thing.

This time, let's see how those powerful families survive.

They knew perfectly well that the cost of one ounce of salt for those aristocratic families was about one hundred coins.

I'll make sure you all pay dearly.