Chapter 38: Polished Rice Exchanged for a Crate of Instant Noodles

Bai Wei glanced at the Goryeo delegation, "I am not selling this Jade Bi."

She turned and looked at Zhou Yuchuan.

"Professor Zhou, didn't you just say that the state is going to build a Daliang Museum?"

"I am donating this Jade Bi to the museum, free of charge."

As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd went silent instantly.

A look of astonishment appeared on the faces of the few Goryeo people.

"Miss Bai Wei, if you think the money is too little, we can increase the price..."

Bai Wei ignored them.

A price of one billion was indeed a tempting number, but she still had a conscience!

Such a peerless national treasure must remain in Huaxia!

To show the world just how brilliant the ancient kingdom of Daliang was thousands of years ago!

Bai Wei saw Professor Ye and his group out of the Farm.

Before leaving, Professor Ye excitedly gripped her hand, full of gratitude.

"Xiao Wei, you have preserved a peerless antique; I thank you on behalf of the museum."

"I will apply to my superiors to have one-tenth of the museum's revenue go to you after it opens."

"Museum Curator Qin is very interested in your Sweat-blood Horse; do come for a visit when the time comes."

Professor Ye also helped her apply for a national bonus of five million, along with a certificate of merit, which would be issued in a few days.

Bai Wei returned to the Farm and happily began counting her income.

She hadn't sold those Pottery Figurines, intending to keep them as collectibles.

The Chicken Blood Stone sold for three hundred million.

The antiques gifted by the people of Daliang sold for sixty-seven million.

There was also the five-million national bonus.

Today, she had earned a total of three hundred and seventy-two million!

Added to the balance in her bank card, she now had over four hundred million!

So much money!

Bai Wei was extremely happy, her eyes squinting into crescents!

A month ago, she was still a corporate slave working in a big city, working overtime every day and only earning a meager salary of a few thousand yuan.

But now, she had actually become a little rich woman!

And besides this money, she had fixed assets!

—The Farm, the winery, and the ten mu of land bought from the Chen family!

She also had companions!

—Xiao Moting, the entire Beijiang Army, Chen Ming, Dahuang, the little red horse...

Her phone rang.

Bai Wei answered the call.

Director Wu's voice came through the receiver.

"Miss Bai, you haven't come to sell antiques lately; there is an antique auction in the city next week."

"If you have any antiques you'd like to auction, you can come find me at any time."

Bai Wei jumped into her Recreational Vehicle and drove out.

Xiao Moting's first death tribulation was approaching; she had earned so much money, she couldn't let him just die like that.

According to the prophecy on the Daliang murals, after Xiao Moting's death, a plague would sweep through the entire Daliang, and millions would die!

Bai Wei wanted to save Xiao Moting and save Daliang!

She had to hurry and help the Beijiang Army get the hospital built quickly.

First, she would replenish the supplies for the Beijiang Army.

Bai Wei arrived at the breeding farm and bought all the live chickens, eggs...

And bought another one hundred tons of coal...

Sending them all over.

She was still hesitating whether or not she should tell Xiao Moting about his date of death to let him be mentally prepared.

Beijiang Camp.

In the tent, the Old General had already woken up.

He had finished the surgery, had steel pins put in his leg, and was bound with splints; he would be able to walk after two months of recovery.

After hearing about the Goddess, he was full of gratitude.

Han Zhongguo lay on the Hospital Bed, trying his best to cup his hands in a salute.

"... The Beijiang Army is truly fortunate to have the protection of the Goddess!"

"Prince, please thank the Goddess for this humble general!"

"Old General, rest well; I will convey your thanks to the Goddess."

Xiao Moting walked out of the tent.

Suddenly, a series of clucking sounds rang out in the camp.

Immediately following, the cheers of the soldiers erupted.

"It's chickens! Precious live chickens!"

"There's also coal! Shennü Daren has sent us supplies again!"

"Thank you, Shennü Daren!"

On the open ground, tens of thousands of live chickens appeared out of thin air, along with a pile of coal as high as a small mountain!

The soldiers were overjoyed and rushed forward one after another to grab chickens and move the coal.

Xiao Moting looked up, his heart touched.

Outside, the weather was freezing cold and countless people were starving to death; even the troops under Xiao Rui had to scrimp and save.

Yet the Beijiang Army had endless food, warm clothing, fresh vegetables and meat, and all kinds of snacks...

Even the thousands of warhorses kept in the camp were fed until they were plump and strong.

All of this was entirely thanks to Bai Wei.

Just then, he saw the characters appearing.

"Xiao Moting, there is something I think I should tell you."

"Before long, a plague will break out. Many in the Beijiang Army will die, and you will also die in this plague."

"After your death, the plague will sweep across the country, millions will die, and Daliang will gradually perish."

Xiao Moting was stunned!

The Goddess said a plague would break out?

The Beijiang Army would suffer countless casualties, and he would also die of the plague?

His heart was shaken!

He had originally thought that he had saved the people of Xuancheng and saved the Beijiang Army.

But he had not expected that they would still die in the near future.

Xiao Moting suppressed the shock in his heart and asked Bai Wei.

"Shennü Daren, what can I do?"

"I will help you, but I also need you and all of the Beijiang Army to work together with me to overcome this epidemic!"

Clatter!

Countless books poured out of the wardrobe: Primary School Chinese, Primary School Mathematics, Barefoot Doctor Manual...

"Xiao Moting, have the Military Doctor hurry and study medicine."

"Also, select smart soldiers to study these books as soon as possible! Then, select a group of craftsmen and military doctors from among them!"

"I want to build a hospital to deal with the epidemic."

"Shennü Daren, Xiao Moting will obey!"

Xiao Moting did not delay and immediately called for Qin Zhan.

"Pass on this Prince's order: select a group of soldiers willing to learn and study the books sent by Shennü Daren."

"Every five days, there will be an examination. Any soldier who passes the exam will be rewarded with a bag of Refined Rice and a box of Instant Noodles!"

The news was passed down.

The entire Beijiang Camp was instantly in an uproar.

"What? The Goddess wants us to study and is even giving out rewards?"

"I'll sign up! For the sake of Instant Noodles, I must learn Primary School Chinese and Mathematics."

The rewards were generous, and the soldiers vied to sign up.

There were over one hundred thousand people in the Beijiang Camp, and many had family members in nearby towns; if they could get the rewards, they could subsidize their families.

Xiao Moting's thirty thousand personal guards were elite, while the rest of the soldiers were mostly old, weak, sick, or disabled.

Since they could not go to the front lines to kill the enemy, they were perfect for studying.

Because the number of people was too large, Xiao Moting ordered the Military Advisor to set the questions and implement an entrance examination.

The content of the exam was to copy the words and phrases from the first grade of Primary School Chinese.

Only those who met the standard could enter the school.

The female soldiers also came.

They usually stayed in the camp, and now they had finally found a place to put their skills to use.

A long line formed at the entrance examination site.

The soldiers who were selected were as happy as if it were the New Year.

Those who failed were dejected.

Xiao Dabao ran over, "Prince, an envoy from the Yuezhi Kingdom requests an audience; they want to trade food for our horses."

Xiao Moting thought for a moment, "Let them in."

Once the epidemic broke out, the country would fall into chaos.

Military supplies would be hard to buy, especially rice and flour, and the prices would surely skyrocket.

He had to hoard grain, the more the better!

The Yuezhi Kingdom was very small and served as a transit point for many merchants from the Western Regions; the country was wealthy but its military was not strong, and it was often harassed and attacked by several surrounding small nations.

Several envoys wearing Yuezhi attire were brought into the camp tent.

A man with a turban wrapped around his head bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Prince. I am Abu, the Ambassador of the Yuezhi Kingdom. I wish to use Refined Rice to trade for the horses in your camp."

Xiao Moting leaned back on his commander's chair, toying with the safety knot on the hilt of his Long Sword.

"Warhorses are valuable assets in the military. I wonder what price you are willing to offer."

"One warhorse for one thousand catties of Refined Rice."

After Abu finished speaking, he carefully offered a fawning smile.

"Prince, I have heard that you have an extremely delicious noodle soup, which can be called a delicacy of the human world."

"Everyone who has tasted it becomes obsessed with it."

"The Little Prince has a poor appetite, and the Queen is worried; she wishes to implore you to trade for a batch of noodle soup. The price is the same as the warhorses, also one thousand catties of Refined Rice!"