Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Seeing Wang Defa nod in agreement and actively go to each house.

Chu Chen returned to the villa with peace of mind.

Inside the villa, Li Qinglian, Xiao Fang, and Luo Yi were all at home, each busy with their own tasks.

Some are cooking, some are doing laundry.

Everyone found every part of the villa novel and fascinating.

Especially the faucet that dispenses water with a simple twist, since Xiaofang is a bit smaller.

I don't know how many times I've washed things.

Li Qinglian, meanwhile, was leisurely making clothes under the bright LED light.

With the solar panels covering the entire roof, it can be said that Chu Chen's family has completely bid farewell to the dim oil lamps.

Some of the young wives and old ladies in the village would often visit Chu Chen's house, whether they had something to do or not.

Come over and chat with Liu Damei or something.

The entire village of Mashang was secretly gossiping that this Chu boy was not a disciple of a deity at all, but a reincarnation of a deity.

They came to save this impoverished Mashan Village; otherwise, how could they have come up with so many strange things?

But no one mentions these things. As long as there is such a person in Mashan Village, it is a blessing for Mashan Village.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the workshop had been operating for a month, and it was time to deliver the goods and pay wages.

In the last warehouse of the workshop, sacks of refined salt were piled up.

For the past month, everyone in Mashan Village has known that the workshop makes refined salt, but under the tutelage of Chu Dazhuang and the hunter Feng Er.

Everyone tacitly agreed and didn't mention it, only knowing that today was the day to receive their paychecks.

Chu Chen also realized that, as long as his loyalty was not an issue, the seemingly strong Uncle Feng was fully capable of being the head of the entire workshop.

I plan to observe them for a few more months, so that my second uncle and the others won't be so tired.

Even more anxious than the workers were Zhou Shicai and Zhou Heng.

They waited in Qingyun City for almost a whole month, just waiting for Chu Chen's first batch of goods.

So, early in the morning, they arrived at the entrance of Mashan Village with a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages and a hundred or so people, both openly and secretly.

"Brother Chu, it's been so long! I've missed you terribly!" Zhou Shicai said warmly as he walked towards Chu Chen.

Zhou Heng also greeted Chu Chen excitedly.

Why can't Zhou Shicai get rid of calling me "brother"?

So he immediately led Roy to greet them.

"Greetings, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou. The goods are ready, please proceed."

Under Chu Chen's warm welcome, Zhou Heng and Zhou Shicai, accompanied by a strong and muscular man in armor, headed towards the warehouse.

As they walked, he introduced the goods to Chu Chen, saying, "This is Fang Shuzhen, the son of the Grand General of the Capital, a military officer. Because the goods are of great importance, we specially invited him to escort them."

"Fang Shuzhen greets Young Master Chu." After the introduction, Fang Shuzhen immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Greetings, Commandant Fang," Chu Chen returned the greeting.

In fact, Chu Chen didn't know anything about the official positions in the Great Xia Dynasty.

But seeing how respectful the city lord was to Zhou Heng and the other man, this guy must be pretty powerful to be able to stay by their side.

Seeing that Chu Chen showed no fear or apprehension upon seeing him, Fang Shuzhen couldn't help but think more highly of him.

You must know that I am a soldier who has been on the battlefield and fought against foreign tribes.

The murderous aura emanating from him would instill a sense of involuntary fear in ordinary people.

Fang Shuzhen wanted Chu Chen to know his thoughts: "You think I've never killed anyone? Someone like you would basically be taken down with a single bullet."

Zhou Heng couldn't wait to step into the warehouse and untie a sack.

Looking at the snow-white refined salt inside, he disregarded his status, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fang Shuzhen, who was standing nearby, quickly stopped him: "Young Master, you mustn't..."

Zhou Shicai smiled and waved to stop Fang Shuzhen, who was about to step forward. He also dipped his finger in the mixture and put it in his mouth.

Chu Chen, watching from the side, couldn't help but twitch: "Young Master Zhou, don't you find this too sweet? I stuffed a handful of this stuff into Uncle Feng's dog, and it's still scared of it now."

Only then did Zhou Heng realize his rudeness: "Brother Chu, you flatter me. I'm just happy, very happy."

Being happy to spend money suggests that even wealthy people aren't necessarily smart.

"Since there are no problems, let's weigh it and load it onto the truck."

Chu Chen said with a smile.

Zhou Shicai immediately sealed the bag. From beginning to end, only Zhou Shicai and his two companions had seen this refined salt.

It seems the secrecy was handled quite well.

The workshop's daily output was between 300 and 400 jin, and after a full month of operation, the output was around 10,000 jin.

After weighing the goods, Fang Shuzhen gathered a group of people and began carrying the goods onto the carriage.

Zhou Shicai, Chu Chen, and Luo Yi walked to the side.

"Brother Chu, here is 10,010 catties. As we agreed before, it is 50 wen per liang, so one catty is 16 liang, which is 800 wen. Your 10,010 catties is worth a total of 8,080 liang of silver. Here are the silver notes, please count them."

Holy crap, eight thousand taels a month? That's too easy money.

Chu Chen happily accepted the money, while Zhou Shicai stared in disbelief. "Damn it, he didn't even round down the eighty taels! What a swindler!"

Looks like I'll have to have a good lunch.

Chu Chen: What a joke! This is all money I earned through hard work. One thing at a time. I can be generous with food and drinks, but I can't be careless when it comes to business.

After the transaction was completed, Chu Chen instructed Chu Dazhuang behind him: "Second Uncle, call everyone. We'll stop work at noon today for a team building activity."

"Nephew, may I ask what the meaning of this team building activity is?"

Chu Dazhuang asked with a puzzled look. Not only him, but Zhou Shicai and the others also looked at Chu Chen.

"Well, this team building activity is just to show everyone how hard you've worked this past month. We'll cook a nice meal, with plenty of meat and drinks, so everyone can relax."

Chu Chen explained, then called Hu Zi over: "Go to Secretary Luo Yi and get the money. Buy all the meat from Qingniu Town, and some wine too."

Tiger grinned and called over three or five young men. Amid cheers from the crowd, they drove the mule cart toward the town.

Chu Chen then led Zhou Shicai and the other two towards the villa.

"Brother Chu is not only like a god descended to earth, but he is also very generous to the workers below. I admire him."

Zhou Heng looked at Chu Chen and said.

"Not at all, Brother Zhou. If you want a horse to run, but don't feed it grass, that's not something a human would do."

You can't expect a horse to run without feeding it.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heng felt as if he had heard a profound saying, and pondered it carefully, realizing that it contained great wisdom.

He couldn't help but think of the soldiers of his Great Xia Dynasty, who risked their lives for the safety of the Great Xia Dynasty, yet received pitifully little pay.

Some soldiers returned from the battlefield wounded, unable to afford to get married or support their families.

How can this not be disheartening?

For a moment, he felt powerless; those powerful and influential families had gone too far.

Like termites, they control the wealth of the Great Xia Dynasty. To change this, the refined salt is the first step.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel that there must be something else about Chu Chen that I could learn from.

Otherwise, find an excuse to stay by his side...