Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty: Picking up a princess as my wife

The two waited at the inn for half an hour before there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Fang Zhen, this is Xiao Long. Brother Dao's side is all ready. We can set off now."

The two then got back into the Lynx and drove southwest along the rugged mountain road. The road was winding and twisting, and it was fortunate that it was an off-road vehicle; otherwise, a regular sedan would have had no chance of getting in.

After a journey of more than ten minutes, the SUV entered a large estate where countless workers were at work. It was banana harvest season, and bunches of still-green bananas were being loaded onto large trucks by the workers.

Xiao Long led the two into a spacious thatched hut, where a voluptuous young woman, probably around forty years old, sat.

Xiao Long said respectfully, "Brother Dao, they have arrived."

The woman smiled and said, "Isn't it delightful to have friends coming from afar? Welcome, friends from the land of Confucius and Mencius."

Fang Zhen stared at the woman in front of him with some doubt and asked, "You, you're Brother Dao?"

"Hehehe... Who told you Brother Dao is a man?"

Seeing Fang Zhen still looking bewildered, Li Zhen said, "Brother Dao, this is our first time here cooperating with you. Please forgive my friend for not knowing this."

Brother Dao gestured for Xiao Long to pour water for the two of them, and explained with a smile, "It's alright, this is also to conceal my identity, otherwise I would have gone in countless times already."

"By the way, we also have a friend from your Shandong province with us. He ordered a lot of bananas and fruit from me. I wonder if you two would mind if we all had dinner together?"

Li Zhen: "It's fine as long as we're all friends."

Before long, Xiaolong brought in another person, and both sides froze on the spot when they met.

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

Brother Dao asked in confusion, "You two know each other?"

Seeing that the fat man didn't speak, Li Zhen said, "We met on the plane. There was a little misunderstanding, but it's nothing."

Soon the tea was removed, and roasted whole lamb and various local dishes were served one after another. Seeing that there was some kind of broth that had been left out overnight for everyone, before Li Zhen could even ask, Brother Dao began to explain.

"This is a specialty of Yunnan and Guizhou provinces, called dipping sauce. Since you're here, you definitely have to try the local cuisine; it wouldn't be complete without it."

Brother Dao took the lead, tearing off a piece of roasted lamb chop with his hands, then picking it up with the dipping sauce and eating it in big bites.

Li Zhen and his companion tried to imitate it, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the spiciness.

Fang Zhenla picked up the fish soup in front of him and gulped it down in one go.

"Brother Dao, this dipping sauce is really spicy!"

Brother Dao smiled and raised his glass: "Come on, guests from afar are all welcome. This glass is to welcome you."

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, everyone started talking about serious matters at the table.

Dao Ge asked Li Zhen with a puzzled look, "The security situation in the country is very strict these days. I wonder what you two intend to do with this batch of goods? If it's for a riot, then I won't sell it to you."

At this moment, Brother Dao's eyes were fixed on Li Zhen. The security guards next to him had bulging waists, and if there was any unusual movement here, they would probably take action immediately.

Li Zhen didn't care about any of this. With the help of the jade pendant space, he could run away instantly if things got tough. What was there to be afraid of?

Li Zhen said with a smile, "To be honest, Brother Dao, aren't the two northern countries, Da Mao and Er Mao, currently at war? I have connections in Da Mao, and there's a severe shortage of all kinds of supplies there right now, so I'm planning to start a small business."

The fat man who was eating meat nearby spoke up: "Nonsense, Russia is a big and powerful country, how could they lack anything? Besides, even if they did lack something, they would buy it from our country."

Fang Zhen already disliked the fat man, so he retorted directly: "What do you know! In the current situation, can we openly support him? As long as there's a way to transport the supplies there, we'll set the price."

Actually, this was just something we were chatting about casually before, and I never expected Fang Zhen to use it to talk down Fatty. But what Fang Zhen said wasn't entirely wrong. A war that lasted for several years was indeed tough on the Mao Zedong. If it weren't for someone giving him financial support, he probably would have been dead long ago.

Li Zhen raised his glass to Dao Ge and said, "Don't worry, Dao Ge, this batch of weapons will definitely not appear in the country. We're not stupid; we know how strict the country is with gun control. We're still young; we don't want to end up working as sewing machines."

Dao Ge was very satisfied with Li Zhen's answer and said that as long as the money was in place, the goods could be delivered the next day. Since it was their first collaboration, Dao Ge also gave them an extra 1,000 rounds of semi-automatic rifle ammunition as a token of his sincerity.

In fact, these weapons were all equipment that had just been decommissioned in southern Myanmar. Due to the large quantity, apart from a few estate owners on the border who secretly bought some to defend their estates, almost no one wanted the rest.

Although everyone knows that the north is short of guns and ammunition, they just can't get them there.

After Dao Ge and Li Zhen finalized their business deal, Dao Ge began talking to the fat man. Li Zhen listened while eating, initially thinking the fat man was simply buying bananas and fruit. He hadn't realized the fruit they were talking about wasn't ordinary fruit; it was smuggled in from the border. Just imagine, what kind of fruit would need to be smuggled?

After dinner, Dao Ge personally led Li Zhen and the others on a tour of her estate. Through the introduction, they learned that Dao Ge owns no fewer than thirty estates of this size in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces, most of which are located near the border.

These estates operate under the guise of plantations, but behind the scenes, they engage in all sorts of clandestine activities. A few years ago, the government did crack down on a number of smuggling estate owners, but Sister Dao is no ordinary person. She has extensive connections and influence in the area, and besides, she is very low-key and a law-abiding citizen.

After resting overnight at the inn, Li Zhen and Fang Zhen returned to the manor the next day. However, they saw no workers there, and apart from a dozen or so security guards, there was no one else in the entire manor.

Brother Dao walked over enthusiastically: "You've arrived. The weapons have also arrived. Check them out."

Looking at the various weapons inside the box, Li Zhen couldn't help but reach out and stroke them. If he could bring these weapons back to the Song Dynasty, he would definitely become the king of the Song Dynasty. He was already imagining himself fighting on the battlefield with an automatic rifle.

After watching for a while, Li Zhen said somewhat awkwardly to Brother Dao, "Brother Dao, this is actually our first time dealing with these weapons. Could you send someone to demonstrate them to us?"

Not only Brother Dao, but everyone present was stunned: What's going on? An arms dealer doesn't know anything about arms?

Left with no other option, Brother Dao asked Xiaolong to demonstrate for the two of them. Xiaolong picked up the automatic rifle lying on the ground, skillfully installed the magazine, pulled back the bolt, and fired a burst at a large tree in the distance. As the bark was blown away, the thirty-round magazine was quickly emptied.

Then came the demonstrations of semi-automatic rifles and pistols, but the mortar proved difficult to handle. Li Zhen, left with no other option, had Xiaolong explain the details of assembly, aiming, and proper firing of ammunition; otherwise, it would be a huge problem if the Northern Song Dynasty couldn't use it.