Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

"Uncle Wang, get up. That stuff can't be eaten. Take care of yourself."

Chu Chen shouted at the top of his lungs from outside Wang Defa's house.

Just as Wang Defa was about to mount his new bride, Chu Chen yelled at him.

He was so frightened that he immediately slumped down.

"That brat scared me half to death."

Wang Defa muttered curses as he pulled up his pants and headed for the door.

"Chu boy, what brings you to your Uncle Wang?" Although he cursed Chu Chen in his heart, he still spoke kindly.

In broad daylight, who the hell would do that for no reason? They were in the wrong first.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, your pants are on backwards." Chu Chen didn't answer, but stared at him with a smile.

Wang Defa blushed and said, "Well... I got up too early this morning and didn't notice."

"It's alright, it's alright. Uncle Wang, you should take good care of your health, after all, you're getting old."

As Chu Chen spoke, he handed him a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) with the label torn off.

Wang Defa's eyes immediately lit up.

"Chu boy, why are you being so polite? Oh, this wine bottle is made of glass."

"Shh, Uncle Wang, don't announce this loudly. There's not much of this. This is a special gift from me to show my respect to you."

Chu Chen said with a serious expression.

Wang Defa suddenly realized that he might have been a little too loud, and it would be troublesome if he attracted bad guys.

So he quickly and furtively looked around, then pulled Chu Chen into the house.

"Luckily, Chuwa reminded us that there are bandits in Qingniu Town. If they find out, it will be bad."

Chu Chen, who was about to speak, tensed up as soon as he heard the word "bandits".

In ancient times, life was not easy for ordinary people.

On the one hand, the government's high taxes were suffocating them, and on the other hand, various factions and forces were emerging one after another.

So he quickly asked Wang Defa, "Uncle Wang, are you saying that there are bandits in this small town of Qingniu?"

"I'm telling you, Chuwa, did those guys at the gambling den mess up your brain? The third leader of Qingniu Mountain brings people over every year to collect their share of the winnings. Don't you remember that?"

As Wang Defa spoke, he unconsciously touched Chu Chen's forehead.

Chu Chen then said awkwardly, "I guess so too. After being beaten up by them, I don't remember many things. Please don't take offense, Uncle Wang."

"What's the big deal? It just means you've had an epiphany and received divine guidance."

Wang Defa spoke nonchalantly, as everyone in Mashan Village believed that this young man was a disciple of a deity.

So many things are no longer surprising; as long as the money they receive each month is real, that's all that matters.

"Uncle Wang, may I ask what this 'collecting of gifts' means?"

Chu Chen asked again.

It turns out that there was a bandit organization called the Fierce Tiger Hall on Qingniu Mountain, the exact size of which is unknown.

However, every winter, they would send people to every village in Qingniu Town to collect contributions.

This so-called "share" is grain, ranging from one to two jin per person.

In the words of their Fierce Tiger Gang, the emperor is incompetent and tyrannical, and the Fierce Tiger Gang collects money from the people to maintain peace in the world.

To put it bluntly, it's just a criminal gang that exploits the people.

Qingniu Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The government has organized several campaigns to suppress it, but they have never even been able to get to Qingniu Mountain before being driven back.

So over time, coupled with the frequent natural disasters in recent years and the weakening of the government, the task of suppressing bandits was abandoned.

Wang Defa estimated that these bandits would arrive in about a month.

Every year, Wang Defa would collect the grain and then hand it over to the village entrance.

This also prevents bandits from entering the village and harming the villagers.

Mashan Village has only 200 people in total, so the annual grain yield is at most 400 jin, which is not much.

So all these years have passed peacefully.

Chu Chen didn't take the four hundred catties of grain seriously, thinking it was just a minor inconvenience. He assumed it was the kind of vicious criminal who would abduct women, kill, and commit arson at the slightest provocation.

So he said to Wang Defa, "That's a small problem. I'll cover the 400 jin of grain this year."

"I have come today to ask you about something else."

Hearing that Chu Chen was willing to lend him grain, Wang Defa was overjoyed. He had originally planned to borrow grain from Chu Chen's family because of the poor harvest this year.

I didn't expect it to be solved so easily.

"Then Uncle Wang, on behalf of the entire Mashan Village, thanks Chuwazi. This year's harvest was poor, and we were worried about not being able to raise enough money for the bandits' share for Gu Xiufang and the other households."

Chu Chen touched his nose and thought to himself, "Gu Xiufang's family is not poor. She's my woman now, how could she be poor?"

So he calmly replied, "Not at all, Uncle Wang. I grew up in Mashan Village. Now that I have the ability, it's only right that I do something for the village."

Wang Defa looked at Chu Chen with satisfaction: "Then tell me if there's anything else. As long as I, Wang Defa, can help, it's just a matter of saying the word."

“Uncle Wang, as the saying goes, if you want to get rich, build roads first. I think we should build a wide road from Mashan Village directly to the main road.”

"We'll expand the existing road, but I'll pay for the fields along the roadside. However, I'd like to trouble Uncle Wang with this work."

Good lad, so you want to build roads. Building roads and bridges are good deeds, and as for expanding the fields along the roadside, that's just a matter of a word from you.

So he quickly said, "This is a great thing. It's rare that you're so thoughtful. Don't worry, leave it to me. You don't need to buy the fields by the roadside. It's just a matter of how wide of a road Chuwazi wants to build."

How wide? At least wide enough for the BYD, Changan, Geely, BJ80, and other cars in my space to pass side by side.

That's right. If you want to transform Mashan Village, the first step is to build roads. Without roads, everything is inconvenient, so how can you get rich?

Moreover, Chu Chen had had enough of the bumpy ride on the mule cart. Although the motorcycle was comfortable, the cool wind blowing into his clothes was unpleasant, especially on rainy days.

In ancient times, roads could be built without land acquisition or demolition, which saved a lot of money.

"Uncle Wang, I think we should either not build it at all, or build a large one that can accommodate at least three carriages traveling side by side."

“Look, our workshop is about to ship out goods. With so many items, we can’t rely on those bumpy oxcarts for everything.”

Hearing Chu Chen's description, Wang Defa opened his mouth in surprise. Could this kid be planning to build an official road?

That's a huge undertaking, and the cost is enormous.

"But Chu boy, building such a large road will cost a lot, look at this..."

"It's alright, Uncle Wang, I'll cover all the expenses. You just need to organize people to help."

Upon hearing this, Wang Defa was completely relieved.

You contribute money, I contribute labor; we'll share the road we build. Anyone who disagrees is a fool.

Although about a hundred people went to the workshop, there are still about a hundred people in the village.

When the time comes, women and children will all be on the field, and we'll have to work our way through, even if it means gnawing our way through.

If all else fails, ask Chuwazi for some people; at worst, we won't earn that day's wages.

So he quickly nodded and agreed.