Chapter 237: All who see get a share

The next day, Da Wang went to the weapon shop again to meet Yuehan Pu, and Yuehan Pu took out a new quotation sheet.

Wolf Fang Halberd: 2600 grams of pure copper, 1 ingot.

Medium Square Shield: 300 grams of pure copper, 1 ingot.

……

Da Wang took a look and wow, it doesn't look like much!

After checking the weight of this "gram", it indeed turned out to be more economical than paying the full amount in ingots. A bit more than two jin of copper plus ten liang of silver couldn't make a Wolf Fang Halberd in the Great Jin; even if made, one wouldn't know when the finished product would appear—at best it'd be a copper‑iron alloy, with no other technical backing.

But haggling had already been etched into Da Wang's genes by Bai Yang, and this guy's embarrassed expression said, "Why do we still need ingots?"

Yuehan Pu felt wronged, saying, "Your Highness, I came to this homeland earlier than you and know it better; we trade here excluding its official currency, otherwise the contract would be void!"

Da Wang: …Alright.

Mengmeng, you're not disappointing.

Since Da Wang could save money, he didn't haggle further—only a mutually beneficial business can last.

Da Wang had to say this: "Frankly, this amount of copper is a bit pricey, Yuehan Pu, but you're my friend and you've already helped me achieve this combined payment, so I don't want to make things hard for you—let's do it this way, follow your quotation. This is the quantity I need; I hope you can supervise the weapon quality, for bad weapons would get my innocent people killed on the battlefield."

Yuehan Pu looked at the list and was totally thrilled—a huge order of over twenty thousand pieces!

"Your Highness, thank you for trusting me! As for quality, you can rest assured—our quality control is stable, these weapons come with free repairs for any problems within ten years, and if they can't be fixed I'll replace them. Our weapons are the kings of the cold‑weapon era, so you can relax!"

…Like this, to thank you for trusting Yuehan Pu, I won't charge for the few custom pieces made of top‑grade materials—consider them my gift. I hope you win every battle, your army expands without limit, then my livelihood will be secure! He can also roll out new products from time to time to curry favor with Da Wang.

Da Wang was delighted upon hearing this—hey, there's an unexpected surprise!

This counts as a big move, and Yuehan Pu went all out too.

His top‑spec custom order has twenty‑two pieces, besides what he wants for himself, there are also gifts for Changzhou and rewards for the Owl Cavalry—this saves a big sum.

The two then discussed delivery and final‑payment timing, splitting the whole order into three batches. Da Wang couldn't come up with that much copper all at once, and Yuehan Pu also needed some time to manufacture.

After settling, they uploaded it to the homeland, and it was quickly approved. Trading in outdated cold weapons went smoothly; the homeland had never charged tolls, so this deal counts as formally concluded.

Da Wang walked lightly to the Phoenix Collection to pick up his Fire Spirit Chicken, and upon seeing the actual item he was dumbfounded: "Is this a Fire Spirit Chicken? A chicken?"

Qiao Yi pushed forward the trussed‑up Fire Spirit Chicken and said, "Absolutely sure, I picked the fattest one for my big client—Da Wang, you. This chicken is an eight‑level spirit beast; even our Little Flame usually can't afford to eat it, it's that high‑grade."

Da Wang loves valuable things, so he was pleased to hear that. But why are your chickens so huge?

"What special trait does it have to become an eight‑level spirit beast?"

"What's valuable is the bone. The Fire Spirit Chicken's bone contains fire spirit power—don't throw the bone after eating; keep a piece on you in winter and you won't feel cold."

"That's impressive," Da Wang asked how to eat it, and a plain‑spoken alchemist told him to roast it and sprinkle some salt.

"Is that it?"

"What else?"

Da Wang had no yearning for the immortal cultivation civilization; life felt too crude. Only people later influenced by Huaxia civilization would eat it, so he took it to ask his brother Bai.

Bai Ge took a look and exclaimed, "Damn! Where did you catch a flamingo?"

Da Wang: "Look again, it's a Fire Spirit Chicken, not what you said—Qiao Yi gave it to me."

Bai Yang looked again and indeed it's similar in size and color to a flamingo, but it's actually not—its legs aren't that long.

"Why did you catch it?"

"Eat! Bai Ge, how do you say to cook chicken well? This chicken's too precious to be messed up." Da Wang tossed the chicken aside, went to the rack, and tore open a bag of sugar.

Bai Yang: "White‑cut, salt‑baked, red‑braised, yellow‑braised—you can eat it however you like, I've given you those recipes before. But do you want to eat it alone, dear Da Wang? There's a saying: 'All who see get a share.'"

Da Wang: …

I wish I hadn't come to ask—I lost a chicken thigh.

Since the bone is the most valuable, Da Wang had the butcher strip the bone first, wash away the meat, and discovered that the Fire Spirit Chicken's bones are all a lovely pink.

At night, Da Wang, half‑believing, half‑doubting, placed a piece on his belly—winter hasn't passed yet, what if it really works?

Who knew that as soon as he fell asleep, he thought someone had set his blankets on fire!

Da Wang shot out of the blankets, fumbled to shake out that shin bone from the covers—Da Wang, whose fiery vigor makes blades and spears useless, couldn't bear even a bit of this blessing!

But it's still a treasure—great!

Da Wang didn't sleep either; he got up and laid out all the bones he'd collected—how happy it would be to wear a piece in the bitter cold! His mind raced, and he planned to turn these bones into ornaments to wear.

Weini smelled the delicious meat still clinging to the bones, leaned against him, sniffed and kept scrunching his chubby face. It's all bone, can't eat—so frustrating!

Da Wang began dividing the treasures: "I'll take this piece, have the artisan polish it and thread a rope so I can hang it on my clothes in winter. Give a big piece to my maternal grandfather, this one to my uncle, this to my third uncle. Even though the southwest isn't cold, just in case it comes in handy… the rest I'll also split among the military officers… Is this piece for the neck? Ugly, ugly—give it to Wei Shen, hahaha…"

Da Wang laughed for a while, then in the deep night, with everyone quiet, he suddenly felt a bit down.

He pulled the snuggled‑up Weini, who was sniffing the bone's scent, close and said, "People say humans are more fragile at night, and it's true… Weini, I miss my cousin—since no one's watching, I'll let myself feel a bit miserable."

Weini: "Ow?"

Zhetian: "Ooh!"

Bai Ze: "Here."

Da Wang: …So annoying, everyone's here, huh!

Time flies like a white horse passing a gap—gone in an instant.

Twenty days passed quickly, Da Wang received the news that Emperor Ningde's army had reached Wudi Commandery, and he felt a bit dazed.

"No way, it's already been twenty days and they've only gotten to Wudi?" On this spring outing!

During these days he'd thought war had broken out, and because there was no news from afar he'd gotten anxious for two days.

As a result, that's it?!

Below, Zhang Tu and Zhao Bao lowered their heads without speaking, Ling Yin was even more silent—no one chimed in, and Da Wang started getting angry on his own.

If his father the emperor truly intends to fight some "avenging shame" war, this pace won't do—dragging along with no vigor at all.

"If the capital wilderness that I, the king, have occupied, seeing these people dragged like this, they'd surely think they were scared." The king childishly tore the note into scraps and scattered them all over the table….

"Even the people of Yumen Pass and the people of Duke Su don't know where they are now…."