[{"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-475":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},2266901,4425,"Chapter 475","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-475",475,"\u003Cp>In the 291st year of Chen Cang, the fifth day of the eleventh month\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Yanlingcheng, there was a famous money-sinking den called Shigui Wine House.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the name suggests, only those of the Shi or Gui class were allowed to enter; this single rule alone was enough to demonstrate the establishment’s exalted status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, in ordinary wine houses, staff from servers to kitchen chefs and even the manager were typically slaves or low-class individuals, and at best, hired commoners or soldiers;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but in Shigui Wine House, even the lowest-ranking errand boys were commoners; many of the kitchen chefs were former soldiers; even the singers and dancers on the first and second floors were mostly commoner women, and even the few slaves among them had been painstakingly selected from countless slave villages—each one a paragon of beauty, physique, dance skill, and musical talent, chosen from among ten thousand, even a hundred thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was secondary; Shigui Wine House’s greatest fame lay in its top floor, the third level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On the third-floor circular hall, even if you order nothing, a single seat costs at least a hundred taels—and money alone won’t get you in; you must be of Shi class.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Don’t even mention the prices of the delicacies; even the cheapest spirit wine costs over three thousand taels per flask. Most Shi-class youths can’t afford it, let alone Gui-class ones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time I heard, the waitresses serving tea and wine, and the singers and dancers performing on the third floor, were either fallen Gui-class women or the spouses or daughters of former landowners from territories swallowed by Chen Cang—none had a simple background.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, these are all true golden branches and jade leaves! To sip wine poured by their own hands and hear them sing and play lutes face-to-face—what a luxury!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could these golden branches and jade leaves possibly consent to serve others?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, consent? As for fallen Gui-class women, their families are ruined—they’re here for the money. As for the spouses and daughters of conquered landowners, they have no choice. Before Chen Cang, no matter how golden or jade-like you are, you kneel and serve as a slave. Besides, any among them with true backbone would’ve died alongside their former lords long ago—how could they still be alive now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, that’s not right! If they’re slaves, they’re slaves—why make them kneel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re all men here—don’t pretend. Dare you say you never get any lewd thoughts when you look up at those waitresses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep it down, hehe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Put away those filthy thoughts! Those top-tier performers who sing and play? They sell art, not bodies. The boss trained them at great expense and treats them like his own daughters. Even modest Gui-class families can’t afford to marry them. And even the waitresses? The worst among them could still marry into a soldier household—us low-class scum? They wouldn’t even look at us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lower your voices! Someone will hear and kill you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, quiet everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More singing coming down—be quiet, listen quick…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of Shigui Wine House’s first floor, in the designated area for sedan chairs, a group of laborers in tight-fitting attire squatted on the ground whispering. From the partially open windows above, occasional sweet, intoxicating melodies drifted down, and they instantly fell silent, closing their eyes to listen, faces filled with rapture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chu River flows wide, mountains stand solemn~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rice fills the fields, smoke curls around the beams~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strings and songs never cease, the fire of tradition endures~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The homeland’s scenery shines with glory~~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the top-floor circular hall, a woman in a red dress sat on a central raised platform, playing the qin and singing. Her melodious voice blended with exquisite music; most seated around her had closed their eyes, faces filled with bliss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Chu-style song ended, the qin’s final notes lingered for three or four breaths before fading. The red-dressed singer, seemingly in her early twenties, gently pressed the strings, then rose slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin was like congealed fat, her face like moonlit jade. Her bright, cool eyes held a trace of allure. Her waist-length black hair fell halfway down, the rest coiled atop her head and secured by a delicate golden butterfly hairpin into a flying-immortal bun. As she stood, her tall, graceful figure was fully revealed, her cold expression making her resemble the Moon Goddess Chang’e or a frost palace immortal—immediately drawing every eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she appeared to be scanning the entire hall, her gaze was sincere, devoid of any pretense, making everyone feel warmly welcomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the crowd below gradually return to awareness, the woman bowed gracefully and spoke softly: “Feixu thanks you all for your patronage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Du He offers two thousand taels—this is like hearing celestial music, truly celestial music!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin and voice both peerless—no wonder Feixu is the master. Wang Meng offers three thousand taels.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my view, Feixu’s qin skill ranks among the top five in Yanlingcheng. Wu Shiqing offers eight thousand eight hundred eighty-eight taels for good fortune!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder Feixu has held the Flower Queen title for six months straight. Worth the journey from Donglin—I, He Yunchong, offer six thousand taels!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after the woman spoke did the hundreds below fully awaken, followed by a wave of applause and cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Shigui Wine House’s top floor, the manager assigns performers only when enough guests are present; which singer performs depends on last month’s total tip rankings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generally, the higher your ranking last month, the more performance opportunities you get this month; the top performer each month earns the title of Flower Queen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encouraging guests to compete in tipping to win favor for their favorite singer not only boosts the singer’s fame, satisfies their psychological desires, and brings the wine house massive profits—this is a brilliant business strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s performer, Master Feixu, has held first place in tips for six consecutive months and has already secured the annual Flower Queen title. The ceaseless stream of tipping from the crowd clearly proves her fame is well-deserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of tipping announcements rang out. Beside Feixu stood a delicate silver table, where attendants shuttled among guests, collecting their offerings and placing them atop the table. Within a hundred breaths, white silver ingots had piled into a small tower half a meter high—easily over three hundred thousand taels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I recall Master Feixu last played Chu Feng half a year ago. Today, revisiting the same melody, when you reached ‘Rice fills the fields, smoke curls around the beams,’ the music carried sorrow. I suspect you’ve heard of the Luhe Valley millet fields being burned—your heart is moved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the guests, a young nobleman in white robes, sword at his side, stood and spoke with a smile. All around turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On stage, Liu Feixu turned her gaze toward him and smiled sweetly: “Lord Du truly understands music. Feixu is humbled. Yesterday I heard the rebels of Luhe Valley set fire to a hundred li of millet fields. I was deeply moved, so I channeled my sorrow into the music. Please forgive me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du He, having seized the spotlight, wore a smug grin—just as he opened his mouth to speak, another young man in white robes beside him interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Feixu, you misused the term ‘rebels.’ Those people in Luhe Valley are slaves under Yanling’s jurisdiction. How dare they call themselves ‘commoners’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rebels. Traitors. Fanzhen’s poison.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Merely base scum misled by the Shuangjin Society, attempting to shake a mighty tree. Our Fangbo has shown mercy again and again—but they’ve grown bolder. Now they’ve caused such chaos. I say we must govern these slave villages strictly—give them no chance to rise again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the past decade, Wei Bo’s reformist winds have blown toward the three Fanzhen. A small faction has been influenced, even advocating imitation of Wei Bo’s reforms: raising slave-class status, relaxing commoner-class requirements, reducing slave village numbers—to strengthen the Fanzhen and make Chen Cang mighty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense! Pure nonsense! Chen Cang’s present glory stems from two things: first, our Fangbo; second, the unity of our four classes—Shi, Gui, Jun, Min. For two hundred years, we’ve waged wars east and west, expanding our territory, capturing ever more slaves—only then did we gain steady supplies of coal, iron, silver; ensure low prices for beast meat, blood, bones, and all cultivation resources; sustain our massive military expenditures; guarantee the Fanzhen’s future, with geniuses emerging endlessly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those slaves either had ancestors guilty of unspeakable crimes or came from scattered, unstable camps. Without Chen Cang’s civilizing influence, they’d still be living in hunger, eating raw meat and drinking blood. After just a few days of comfort, they grow greedy again—hmp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We don’t send them to the Snow Forest to fight frost beasts and demons—only ask them to mine and gather. The Fangbo’s court has treated them generously enough. To demand more? Utter audacity!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If such heretical ideas spread, what will become of us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In truth, this corrupt wind began six years ago with the new Taiyin, Xue Zijing. He’s been incessantly lobbying the Fangbo, the Lingyi, and all county governors and city lords, claiming that only by emulating Wei Bo’s reforms can Chen Cang renew itself daily, march toward greatness, and perhaps even one day unify the Mo’ao River—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unify the Mo’ao River? Pfft—who doesn’t talk big? Besides, can’t we renew Chen Cang and grow stronger by expanding territory and capturing more slaves? Won’t that eventually lead us to unify the Mo’ao River too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard he’s a fugitive from Lu Long Fanzhen. Rumor says his entire Xue clan was exterminated by the Lu Long Fangbo. No one knows why, but our Fangbo and Chen Lingyi favor him—granted him high rank the moment he arrived. Sigh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Below the Fangbo, the Lingyi commands the military; the Taiyin governs civil affairs. Only those with Jie Shen-level strength may hold these posts. For a hundred years, Chen Cang’s old system never changed—yet Xue Zijing, only at Xian Yang level, was given this post. The Fangbo even removed the former Taiyin to make room for him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crowd grew louder, when the last speaker mentioned “former Taiyin,” a small dagger suddenly shot out from the private room directly opposite the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger flew like a meteor, swift as lightning, slicing through the speaker’s temple hair and pinning a strand to the silver stage table. Though the table was silver, the dagger buried itself halfway in, its force making it tremble violently—drawing every eye in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may gossip about politics here, but to slander the Fangbo? You wish to die? Say another word, and I’ll drag you to the Criminal Office right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man whose hair had been cut had been furious—but upon hearing the voice from the private room, his rage vanished. He bowed deeply toward the room, face flushed, then hurried downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd watched, unsurprised. All turned to glance at the private room, then fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feixu, come in and play for us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On stage, the qin player Feixu had briefly shown a flicker of unease—but upon hearing the young master call her name, she immediately smiled sweetly, cradling her qin, and walked slowly toward the private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Feixu leave, the crowd in the circular hall looked crestfallen, yet dared not speak. They could only stare as she entered the room. Only after the door closed again did they dare whisper among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which young master was that?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1905,"2026-06-19T20:30:17.581Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dcddac21c102c263994d178c070f512db90460408448cee4796acc050bb64116","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-476","endless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-chapter-474",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fendless-winter-my-camp-infinitely-upgrades-cover.jpg"]