[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades":3,"chapter-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-469":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Endless Winter: My Camp Infinitely Upgrades",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2266895,4425,"Chapter 469: Precise Planning, Wolfish Bureaucrats, Rebellion Ignites","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-469",469,"\u003Cp>In the 299th year of Cai Qiu, on the twenty-seventh day of the tenth month, at midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>North of Qingwu Village, still the same basement of that peasant house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang clang clatter…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than thirty masked black-clad figures entered one by one from the door, each carrying two large black sacks; though they moved with utmost caution, the sacks emitted clear metallic clinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful, don’t wake anyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s to fear? It’s the tail end of the grain harvest; Zhang Long is closing in tighter. Everyone who can still move is asleep by now—no one’s awake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Makes sense. Daytime and the first two hours after dusk are spent harvesting—no one could possibly be awake. Let’s go in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Put everything down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged leader entered first, set his two sacks on the ground, gestured for others to do the same, then removed his face covering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others likewise set down their sacks and removed their masks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged man was none other than Hong Xicheng, leader of the Qingwu branch of the Shuangjin Society; the remaining thirty-six were core members of the Qingwu branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Xicheng said nothing. Instead, he patiently opened all seventy-two sacks one by one; as they unfolded, weapons, powerful bows, and battle armor slowly came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the room held only dim firelight, the brand-new weapons and armor still glowed brilliantly under its glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That brilliance instantly made the breathing of all thirty-seven men heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Xicheng first suppressed his inner excitement. He took a shallow breath, turned to face the group, and said: “Thirty-seven sets of thousand-forged battle armor; twenty powerful bows with three-zong tension, each with one hundred iron arrows—two thousand total; thirty-seven ten-thousand-forged greatswords; one thousand sets of thousand-forged swords and blades.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were truly about to do something monumental!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing the numbers of weapons and armor inside the sacks, the thirty-six below instantly thought the same thing—their hearts began to tremble violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Four Fanzhen of Mo’ao River all enforced a six-tiered registration system, with extremely strict controls on weapons and armor tied to each tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for armor, anyone below military rank who possessed even a single set of thousand-forged armor without official documentation faced execution; if they possessed over ten sets, their entire family would be implicated; over one hundred sets meant total annihilation of the household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Cang classified all bows with one zong or greater tension as “powerful bows.” Since bows and arrows were essential for hunting, controls were slightly looser: commoners and the top three tiers could freely buy and sell them, but possession limits were enforced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restrictions on weapons were similar. Ordinary thousand-forged weapons for daily warmth were tolerated among commoners as long as quantities weren’t excessive; ten-thousand-forged weapons were strictly limited: a common household could own no more than five. Exceeding five without reporting to the jurisdictional office was a grave crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Cang was one of the Four Fanzhen—its rules were naturally much the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From these restrictions, it was clear that among the six tiers, only the commoner, military, noble, and hereditary classes were regarded as legitimate subjects by the ruling elite; the slave and Jianji  classes were entirely outside their consideration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingwu Village was a slave-tier village; though these men had Cold-Resisting cultivation, they remained, at their core, unowned slaves registered under the jurisdictional office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all possessed thousand-forged weapons—after all, the office relied on them for hunting and gathering, so they couldn’t be held too tightly. But those blades weren’t their private property; they were issued uniformly by the office. During normal hunting and gathering, the office rarely reclaimed them—but in special circumstances or if suspicion arose, the office would immediately seize all weapons back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the weapons and armor now laid before them were unquestionably contraband. If discovered by the office, it meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, when they retrieved the sacks at Wufeng Valley, they’d already suspected—but now, the gleaming weapons lay plainly before them, delivering a far greater psychological shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve passed the point of no return. The Qingwu branch has grown for nearly a decade. You thirty-six are absolute core Gugan . I now reveal to you the exact steps of this uprising…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Hong Xicheng’s slightly trembling voice, it was clear his own heart was far from calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will distribute these armors and weapons according to the numbers you previously reported.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grain harvest isn’t over yet, so the office will still summon us to the reed fields tomorrow and the day after, as usual.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the day, only we Cold-Resisting cultivators can go—and there are too few of us. Bringing even a little extra would expose us, so forget it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at night, it’s different. The reed fields require massive amounts of coal every night, and many coal carts arrive. When you return, begin deployment: dismantle the weapons and armor, hide them inside those coal carts. Since we ourselves handle the coal transport, we’ll sneak the weapons out and stash them in the reed fields.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember: you have only tomorrow and the day after to transport the weapons. It must be completed within two days…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Hong Xicheng detailed his clever plan for transporting weapons, the eyes of those below brightened instantly; their earlier anxiety eased considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Hong Xicheng only spoke of weapon transport, they could already deduce the broad outline of the uprising:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uprising would occur in the reed fields, on the night of October 30th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely from this choice of time and place, it was clear the uprising had been thoroughly planned and meticulously prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they had ten thousand members in Qingwu Village, their strength paled against the office’s core forces—so choosing the reed fields as the site was absolutely logical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An uprising during the day would be a contest of Cold-Resisting cultivators. They had only thirty-seven, and even counting the young administrator and two stronger protectors, they had no chance of victory—so it had to be at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choosing October 30th was even more brilliant: it fell at the tail end of the harvest, when the office staff were rejoicing over completing this year’s reed grain quota—their vigilance at its lowest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, whether a thing succeeds depends entirely on whether the plan is thorough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might lack strength, but their ages spoke volumes; having spent most of their lives in slave villages, they had accumulated considerable experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just this single maneuver for transporting weapons was masterful. If Hong Xicheng could plan so precisely and thoroughly, the uprising was already half won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the branch leader Hong Xicheng continued speaking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The day after tomorrow—October 30th—when we thirty-seven reach the reed fields, we’ll pretend to work, conserve our strength. At night, when all members arrive, retrieve the weapons from the fields. The administrator will blow five bone whistles. Upon hearing the whistle, everyone immediately gathers—then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, of course, vengeance for grudges, retribution for wrongs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Hong Xicheng didn’t finish, everyone understood perfectly—their eyes instantly blazed with fierce light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are the Divine Courage Pills and Blood-Enriching Pills granted by the main branch…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Xicheng now produced another small sack, Quchu  ten red and ten green vials—twenty total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The green ones are Divine Courage Pills: they suppress all pain for one hour. The red ones are Blood-Enriching Pills: they rapidly restore depleted qi and blood. Each type has one thousand pills. We have over a thousand members at the extreme limit of Digging Earth Realm—enough for nearly everyone to receive one of each.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re already weaker than the office, and after three months of harvest, everyone’s qi and blood are depleted. So no hesitation: on the night of the 30th, as soon as you hear the administrator’s whistle, take two pills immediately. This instruction must be passed down without error.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Hong Xicheng’s solemn tone, the group’s expressions grew grave. They bowed in unison and replied: “We obey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. That’s all for tonight. Now distribute the gear. Once done, return immediately to prepare. Go separately—be careful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Xicheng began dividing the weapons, armor, and pills. He clearly knew the status of all thirty-six groups by heart—within less than fifteen minutes, distribution was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the group prepared to leave, an elder suddenly asked: “Leader, what do we do after we succeed? Where do we go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After success—what then? Where would they go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the question, those who had been about to leave froze. All turned to stare at Hong Xicheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This precise, thorough plan had already given them hope of success—otherwise, they wouldn’t have asked. But the answer to this question mattered more than the uprising itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All thirty-six in the room were at least forty years old. They had wives, children, elders. None were reckless fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rising in rebellion was to escape slavery, to live well—not to die senselessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If everything followed Hong Xicheng’s plan, they’d likely succeed. But what then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fleeing was impossible—dragging families through the Binghe wilderness was suicide. Staying in the village meant death too: even ignoring distant threats, the thousands of troops at Luhe Valley Camp would never let them live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think this uprising is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Xicheng didn’t answer directly. Instead, he asked a heavy question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group exchanged glances. Finally, an elder spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rebellion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct—it’s rebellion…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Xicheng paused, then asked: “Do you think our Qingwu branch alone can succeed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group froze, confused, staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The uprising is led by thehekou branch. Our Qingwu branch, along with the other fourteen village branches in Luhe Valley, are merely supporting forces!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Xicheng’s words exploded in their minds. All pupils dilated; their faces flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Luhe Valley region had sixteen slave-tier villages, all lined along the western edge of the reed fields. The most central, largest, and closest to the Luhe Valley Camp was He Kou Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, I’ll return to prepare immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sixteen branches rising together? What’s there to fear? Leader, I’m off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sixteen branches—over a hundred thousand members! What’s to fear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll return to prepare at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Numbers always mean strength!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once numbers swell, courage instantly grows. Learning the entire Luhe Valley region—sixteen villages—would rise, led by the He Kou branch, the thirty-six below instantly shed all hesitation, rose, and departed to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, they no longer worried about what came after success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so many involved, they no longer feared the thousands of troops at Luhe Valley Camp. Not even the county seat or the town seat could do anything if they rose!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a hundred thousand members, with families in tow, meant at least five to six hundred thousand people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The law cannot punish the masses. Even if the Yanling County or Chen Cang high command were cruel and ruthless, they could never dare to slaughter six hundred thousand people all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hidden currents in Qingwu Village now surged rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On October 28th and 29th, for two consecutive days, the iron-wheeled coal carts heading to the reed fields moved slightly slower, their ruts slightly deeper—yet these changes were so subtle, nearly imperceptible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chief Manager Zhang Long and his eight deputy managers were immersed in the joy of completing this year’s reed grain quota. They’d never paid attention to coal transport before, let alone now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the 299th year of Cai Qiu, on the night of October 29th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report, Chief Manager: as of today, the total weight of reed grain in the village warehouse is 19,422 jin—only 78 jin short of this year’s quota.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Qingwu Village’s main hall, hearing the report from his cousin Zhang Hu, the warehouse clerk, Zhang Long’s face lit up with a smile. He raised his cup and addressed the dozen below: “Just 78 jin left—tomorrow’s harvest will finish it. You’ve all worked hard these past two months. I toast you—let’s celebrate early!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief Manager, you’re too kind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You personally oversee the reed fields every day—your labor is immense. This toast should be ours to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Chief Manager’s labor is great—we should toast you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing their flattery, Zhang Long’s smile deepened. Then he added, with a low chuckle: “I’ve observed—this year’s harvest lasted a bit longer. We’ll likely gather for three more days…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three more days!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, the dozen or so people below all flinched slightly, then turned to look at Zhang Long, their eyes gleaming with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The county’s quota is 19,500 jin; we’ll exceed it by tomorrow at the latest, meaning all reed millet we collect from now on is beyond the quota.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it’s beyond the quota, there’s no need to hand it over to the county.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reed millet is a valuable commodity—one jin can sell for over 300 taels of silver!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gentlemen, let’s follow the usual custom: take three-tenths of the surplus and send it to the Reed River Camp; the rest we divide among ourselves. How much you get depends on how hard you work these final three days…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dozen or so people below immediately brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks to those Earth-Digging Realm extremes serving as shields, this year’s fatality rate for Cold-Resistant Grade has been low—only eighteen dead so far.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the village now has barely over three thousand Earth-Digging Realm extremes left. With so few, how much millet can they harvest in these final three days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if, for these next three days… we summon every Earth-Digging Realm cultivator?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a thin, middle-aged man in a yellow robe spoke tentatively—every eye instantly locked onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So ruthless! No wonder Liu Zhang has grown so rich!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the yellow-robed man, everyone internally sighed in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Zhang is one of the eight deputy overseers, in charge of District Two of Qingwu Village. In recent years, his cultivation has surged rapidly—he now holds 31-hair strength and is rumored to have established a household in the county, just like Overseer Zhang Long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those of us serving in slave-village posts, fixed incomes are fixed and nearly identical; the real profit comes from the slaves. Liu Zhang’s recent prosperity clearly means he exploits his subordinates more brutally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, his exploitation was only speculation; now, by openly proposing to draft every Earth-Digging Realm cultivator to harvest millet, he’s confirmed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence in the room was deafening. After long, uneasy glances around, someone finally found the proposal tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve already lost so many this year—what’s two more days?”\u003C\u002Fp>",2379,"2026-06-19T20:30:17.581Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e9238a036e074b055c993142d8eec4fc40fef1eb3f9e42bcbd8fdb54ca8a0b3e","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-470","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-468",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fendless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-cover.jpg"]