Chapter 358: Not Wanting Her to Take Risks

Bai Wei told Xiao Moting about her plan.

"Chief Steward Xiao, Zhang Yu has informants who go to cook for the Fusang People. I plan to blend in with these informants, disguise myself as a helper, and sneak into the Fusang People's camp with them."

Xiao Moting knitted his brows and refused without hesitation.

"No, Bai. This move is far too dangerous. There are at least several hundred people in the Fusang People's main camp, and they can also make Explosives and have guns. If you go in alone, what will you do if something goes wrong?"

"It doesn't matter," Bai Wei said hurriedly. "I asked Zhang Yu; these informants have been cooking for the Fusang People all along and have never been suspected. I will go in with them and find an opportunity to put the Sleeping Pill into the Fusang People's food."

"That won't do either," Xiao Moting disagreed firmly. "You can give the Sleeping Pill to these informants and let them do the drugging."

"The dosage of the Sleeping Pill is limited. If the amount used isn't enough, it won't be effective," Bai Wei explained. "We don't know what the Fusang People are eating that day or how much they eat, so the drugging must be done according to the dosage."

"But..."

Bai Wei interrupted, "Besides, if I don't infiltrate the Fusang People's camp, how do you plan to transport the ore in the cellar? Even if we kill all the Fusang People, the city is full of Yuan Clan troops, and there is the city garrison at the gates. How do you plan to transport such a large pile of ore out?"

Only by going in personally could she Teleport the ore back to the modern era.

Xiao Moting's expression was very dark; his fists clenched and then relaxed, his heart struggling intensely.

From his personal perspective, he truly could not bear for Bai Wei to put herself in danger.

Especially since this was the Yannan region, where Yuan Clan troops who wanted her life were everywhere, and danger lurked on all sides. If an accident happened to Bai Wei, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"Xiao Moting, you have to trust my ability; I can protect myself too." Seeing Xiao Moting's worry, Bai Wei immediately stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and shook it. "Don't worry, I'm not as weak as you imagine. Besides, if I really encounter any danger, I will immediately take out the Jade Pendant and return to the modern era."

"I don't believe these Fusang People have the ability to chase me all the way to the modern era."

Xiao Moting's heart twitched.

The two of them were like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, only able to meet after a long time. He did not want Bai Wei to leave, but when a critical moment truly arrived, he still hoped for Bai Wei to go back.

Bai Wei pulled on Xiao Moting, coaxing and persuading him.

Only with great difficulty did Xiao Moting finally relent.

He raised his head and gazed deeply at Bai Wei.

"Bai, you infiltrating the Fusang People's camp is indeed the best method."

"But there is one thing you must promise me. That is, no matter the situation, you must put your own safety first."

"The ore can be abandoned, and the Saltpeter and Explosives can also be abandoned; I only hope for your safety."

Bai Wei nodded vigorously. "Xiao Moting, don't worry. We have overcome so many hardships and obstacles; we will certainly be able to take this small Dye House."

Outside the window, bursts of exclamations could be heard.

That was Qin Zhan teaching Zhang Yu and the Peasant Army how to use the equipment.

This modern equipment shocked Zhang Yu and the others beyond measure; apart from exclaiming in wonder, they could not say anything else.

Bai Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

She could see that Zhang Yu was very capable, and the Peasant Army he led was not a loose sand.

If they could join the Northern Frontier Army, it would further increase Xiao Moting's strength.

She wanted Xiao Moting to conquer this world, and she also wanted all the common people of the Daliang Kingdom to escape their hard lives of war.

Only if Xiao Moting became the Emperor of Daliang could he create a peaceful and prosperous age and start a new era.

The next day.

The setting sun finally fell behind the clouds.

Twilight shrouded the entire Yannan City.

A delivery team arrived at the alley behind the Dye House.

Driving the carriage was Lao Zhangtou, who was about fifty years old.

Lao Zhangtou wore a straw hat, his face covered in wrinkles. He was the leader of this team, responsible for leading this group of people to deliver vegetables and cook for the Fusang Ronin every day.

"Creak."

The carriage stopped at the back door of the Dye House.

Lao Zhangtou jumped off the carriage, bowed his body, and walked to the Fusang Samurai guarding the door, a fawning, flattering smile on his face.

"Lord Samurai, we have brought today's rice and vegetables; please let us pass."

On both sides of the back door stood a Fusang Samurai holding a sword.

One of them took his sword, walked to the carriage, and said in stiff Daliang language.

"Routine inspection."

"Yes, yes, Lord Samurai, please feel free to inspect." Lao Zhangtou kept apologizing with a smile.

The Samurai used his Katana to flick open the cloth covering the carriage, revealing a whole carriage full of fruits and vegetables. He glanced at them, and his brows furrowed.

"Why is there only this much today? Not even chickens or ducks?"

Lao Zhangtou looked apologetic. "Lord Samurai, there has been a drought in Yannan for almost a year now. Fresh, live chickens and ducks are hard to find for a thousand gold; even General Yuan in the city has no live chickens or ducks to eat."

"That is because you Daliang people are not worthy of eating them." The Samurai snorted arrogantly. "We Fusang Samurai have noble status; our food, clothing, and daily expenses should all be the best! Go back and tell your General Yuan to send the best ingredients tomorrow. Otherwise, our leader, Yamada, will personally go to the General's Mansion to ask him if he does not welcome us."

"Yes, yes..." Lao Zhangtou lowered his head.

Beside the carriage behind him stood six or seven other helpers.

Everyone remained silent, but their eyes revealed a trace of indignation.

Bai Wei was also standing by the carriage. Today she had changed into the attire of a servant, wearing patched, coarse blue cloth clothes, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and her face smeared with pitch-black coal ash to cover her original appearance.

She was among Lao Zhangtou's helpers, planning to sneak into the Fusang People's camp.

At this moment, a young helper standing beside her lowered his voice and said.

"These Fusang People have lived in Yannan City for almost half a year, eating and drinking well every day; they must have chicken, duck, fish, and meat at every meal."

"Yuan Canghai treats them with good wine and meat, yet who knows how many of Yannan's common people have starved to death; even the soldiers can only boil grass roots for porridge to satisfy their hunger. These Fusang People, on the other hand, have big fish and meat, and even pour out what they can't finish to feed the dogs."

"I really don't know by what right they eat and drink our things here for nothing!"

Suddenly, the Samurai of the Fusang People standing at the doorway let out a sudden, violent shout.

"What are you saying?"

As he spoke, he strode over with murderous intent, "Clang!" he drew the Katana at his waist and glared fiercely at the young laborer.

"You, do you have some dissatisfaction?"

The young laborer had only been muttering under his breath, but he hadn't expected this Fusang person's ears to be so sharp; he had actually heard it, and he turned pale with fright.

"M-my lord, I didn't say anything."

"Do you think I couldn't hear you?" the Samurai of the Fusang People barked, his eyes wide as copper bells, "We are ninjas who practice exquisite Ninjutsu; whether it is sight or hearing, both are far superior to you low-class commoners!"

Lao Zhangtou saw that the situation was looking bad and hurried over to smooth things over.

Xiao Moting looked at Bai Wei with a deep gaze, as if he wanted to see right through her.