Chapter 776

First Volume_Chapter 776: A Group of Foreigners

Outside Yucheng, in a vast caravan, Qin Feng sat in a Tengyi Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair, legs crossed, basking in the sun with his head tilted back.

Since crossing the border into Bei Di territory, such good weather had been rare.

The warm sunlight poured over him—utterly delightful.

As Qin Feng squinted his eyes, hummed a tune, and happily enjoyed the moment, Ning Hu ran back.

"Brother Qin, I just sent someone to contact the Yucheng City Lord—he doesn't seem easy to deal with…"

At these words, Qin Feng knew Ning Hu had definitely hit a wall.

He immediately teased: "You're a foreigner, showing up on someone else's soil, and you expect them to reimburse your food and lodging? Even the most spineless man wouldn't agree."

Hearing this, Ning Hu was annoyed: "You knew the Yucheng City Lord would reject our unreasonable demand—so why send me? What's your motive? Aren't you just trying to make me look foolish?"

Qin Feng shook his leg, irritable: "I said you're dumb, and you're not smart—you went straight to the Yucheng City Lord's face and expected him to say yes? Can't you be a little flexible?"

"Just say our group has no soldiers—only Pacification Envoys coming to rest in the city."

Ning Hu glanced at the fierce-looking escort troops around him and frowned: "Brother Qin, isn't that a bit too fake?"

"What Pacification Envoy goes around Armed to the Teeth?"

Qin Feng opened his eyes and glared fiercely at Ning Hu: "Who says Pacification Envoys can't wear Armor? My Shedynasty values martial prowess—these Pacification Envoys sent here are all military officers, alright? As long as we're not embarrassed, the embarrassment is theirs."

"A thousand men, traveling long distances—how much money do you think that costs? Don't you have any sense?"

"We finally stumbled upon a sucker—we might as well squeeze him dry, at least make him cover our Item: Military Expenditure!"

"I'm laying it out plain: no money, I'll bring my troops in and cause chaos. Can his Bei Di laws really govern my Shedynasty soldiers? Either pay up and make it go away, or face total mayhem—he picks. Besides, blame those Talented Scholars and Beauties—they're the ones who blocked the road and cursed us, or I wouldn't be stuck in this damn Yucheng."

With that said, Ning Hu stopped arguing and turned to re-approach the Yucheng City Lord.

About half a Envoy later, Ning Hu returned—his expression noticeably improved.

"Weird! They actually agreed to pay—but… only Ten Thousand Liang Silver, and they said…"

Before Ning Hu could finish, Qin Feng waved his hand: "Who cares what he said? As long as they pay—Ten Thousand Liang isn't too little; split it evenly, each man gets ten taels of Silver, right, Comrades!"

At this, the surrounding troops burst into laughter.

Everyone's gaze toward Qin Feng burned with admiration.

"Lord Qin, to be honest, we originally thought coming to Bei Di for Pacification was a miserable assignment—turns out we can make some profit, hahaha."

"Following Lord Qin, we never go hungry or thirsty."

"Hehe, Lord Qin, we've never met anyone like you—in your words, we're all… foreigners."

"A group of foreigners swaggering through another country—especially one as fierce as Bei Di—no one would've dared dream of it before."

Qin Feng stretched hard, stood up, bounced a couple times, and loosened his muscles.

He showed zero Leadership demeanor—more like a bandit chief, speaking without restraint: "On official business, it's public funds for meals and drinks—come out to enjoy yourself. Why suffer so much? We're bleeding and sweating, but those ministers back home won't even see it, right?"

"Damn it, Ning Hu, go buy fifty pigs in the city—tonight, treat the Comrades to a feast. Eat your fill—someone else is paying."

At this, the camp erupted in wolf-like howls; the troops pounded their fists in excitement, silently thinking that serving under such a leader was worth dying for.

Ning Hu agreed wholeheartedly, but privately warned Qin Feng: "What do you mean 'public funds for meals'? You're setting a bad example—soon, everyone on official duty will start skimming profits."

Qin Feng shrugged indifferently: "If there's no profit to be made, who's motivated to do a good job? These days, there are no fools—no one wants to work hard without reward. As long as it doesn't violate principles or cross the bottom line, just turn a blind eye."

Ning Hu couldn't help shaking his head in sigh—on one hand, life with Qin Feng was incredibly comfortable; on the other, he worried Qin Feng's methods would spoil the troops.

Qin Feng knew Ning Hu's concerns well—but after reflection, he deeply understood one truth: if you want a horse to run but won't let it eat grass, you're the one who'll suffer.

Besides, this was also a small punishment for that "Female Young Master"—for daring to provoke me!

"But speaking of which, we can't linger too long in Yucheng—getting things settled in Di Royal Capital and bringing Qian Ying here is the real priority. Without her by my side, I feel uneasy."

Ning Hu sneered: "With Tianji Camp Guards and Brocade Robe Guards watching over you day and night, what's there to fear?"

Qin Feng sighed: "Even iron must be forged by strength itself—better safe than sorry."

Hearing this, Ning Hu sneered even more: "Then why are you slacking? Making you train is harder than killing you."

"Forget the distant—just half the essence of Fourth Miss's martial arts, and you could walk around like a king."

Qin Feng plopped back onto the Tengyi Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair Chair, stretching his waist, utterly lax.

"I don't make my living by martial arts—I'm not a Martial man who fights in arenas. Why learn so deeply? Besides, my time is precious—better to spend it making money."

"Besides, with the foundation I've built on the Battlefield and the few moves I've picked up from Qian Ying, I can handle petty thieves easily."

This was a bit modest.

Ning Hu knew better than anyone how much Qin Feng was worth—right now, Qin Feng could stand toe-to-toe with Palace Guards without flinching; time and again, he'd proven he'd charge head-on against the world's most Elite Troops.

But one-on-one combat was another matter entirely.

Of course, this wasn't Qin Feng's fault—none of them, not even Ning Hu himself, Zhao Yulong, or Xu Mo, could last more than a few strikes against seasoned martial arts masters.

After all, the saying goes: each profession has its specialty. Soldiers must learn too many things—splitting time into eighths still wouldn't be enough.

As Qin Feng basked in the sun, humming his tune, enjoying himself, a timid young scholar approached.

"Excuse me, is Lord Qin here? The Talented Scholars in the city have lit incense and brewed tea at Huijuan Lou, inviting distinguished guests for a literary gathering."