This set of field rations, judging by the food alone, was certainly expensive for one qian.
But don't forget, there were also the tableware items, which were considered incredibly precious by all the chieftains.
In their eyes, these tableware items were far beyond what a few hundred wen could buy.
Even Chai Shao, standing nearby, couldn't believe his ears and looked at Fang Er with a doubtful gaze.
This prodigal son, even with money, shouldn't be squandering it like this!
"Your Grace, give me a hundred thousand sets! I only have ten thousand cavalry; too many would be inconvenient to carry during marches. We can forage from the enemy first, and keep this food for emergencies, which is quite good."
Yinan was the first to speak. He had already made his plans: let the soldiers eat the food, and as for the tableware, collect it, wash it clean, and then sell it. Yes, sell it for two qian a set.
It was a debt anyway, and after selling the tableware, they would even earn back the money for weapons and armor.
An absolute massive profit!
Ten thousand cavalry was the maximum force the various tribes could currently support.
The defeat at Qikou and the high war reparations had already drained them completely.
Those who should have hated Fang Er were now practically begging to lick his boots, and there was a reason for this.
That reason was that Fang Er allowed them to incur debt!
And then there were the hospitals and schools under construction; these represented the hope for the future generations of their tribes.
"Your Grace, give me a hundred thousand sets too!"
Ashina Bobi and Yinan were practically best friends. Seeing that his usually astute companion wanted so many, he figured there must be some trick to it, so he also asked for the same amount.
"Hiccup~~ Your Grace~~ Hiccup~~ Give me~~ Hiccup~~ Two hundred thousand!"
Balmenggan licked the food box as he stated the number. Delicious, cannot be wasted!
"Your Grace, I want a hundred thousand too!"
"Your Grace, I~~"
The nine tribes of the grassland placed orders for a total of 1.3 million sets.
Fang Er's mouth was splitting with joy. He sourced the goods from the system for four hundred wen and resold them for one qian.
He had initially expected these fellows to haggle and play poor, but he hadn't imagined they would be so agreeable.
A full 1.3 million sets, netting a profit of 700,000 qian!
In one word, awesome!
The kind of awesome that made him feel like he was flying!
Looking at the pile of fermented fish cans in the warehouse, he felt that since they were selling so expensively, it would be a bit against his conscience to skimp further, so he addressed everyone.
"Everyone, please quiet down. Actually, this set of field rations contains a secret weapon."
The eyes of all the chieftains widened instantly.
"Holy cow, there's a secret weapon?"
"This is simply a huge surprise, alright?"
Only Chai Shao's expression instantly changed upon hearing this. He quickly stood up and said to everyone, "I'm full, please enjoy yourselves."
With that, he left the banquet hall without looking back.
"Damn it, he actually dares to bring that thing out. It's better to leave early!"
Liu Dacheng looked at the half-eaten box of rice and the two spoonfuls of canned food remaining for Chai Shao. This didn't look like someone who was full at all!
"Forget it, I can't guess the thoughts of important people. Guessing and guessing, I still won't understand. Just eat our O-li-ge."
Oh, no, it's chocolate. Damn it, these grassland barbarians have thrown me off track!
As for the chieftains of the various tribes, whether Chai Shao was present or not made no difference; they had no common ground.
Yelü Goudan stood up, cupped his hands towards Fang Er, and asked with a fawning expression, "Hahahaha, may I ask what this secret weapon is? Could you show us?"
Fang Er smiled and said, "This thing isn't convenient to demonstrate indoors. If everyone has eaten their fill, let's go outside the manor to see."
Damn it, that room last time took a full half-month to air out the smell!
This time, no matter what, he wasn't going to let biological weapons loose in his house.
"We're full! We're full!"
Everyone answered in unison.
Thus, Fang Er led the way out of the banquet hall, through the courtyard filled with guests, and led the chieftains of the various tribes towards the outside of the manor.
Along the way, seeing Fang Er emerge, people kept standing up, wanting to toast him.
More and more people stood up, surrounding him and making it impossible to move. Seeing their enthusiasm, Fang Er couldn't refuse.
But with so many people, it wasn't practical to accompany each one. So he stood on a long bench, surveying the entire courtyard.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to support me!"
"I still have some matters to attend to. Three cups of wine to all of you. Eat well and drink well!"
After toasting, seeing the chieftains of the various tribes following Fang Er, the guests at the banquet all made way.
After leaving the manor, Fang Er deliberately walked another thousand meters before stopping in a wide-open space.
He took out a fermented fish can from his pocket, turned to Yinan and the others behind him, and smiled, "Everyone, have a psychological preparation. This thing doesn't taste very good."
The crowd was bewildered. They looked at the can, not taking it seriously at all.
They had just eaten this thing, and it tasted great. They didn't understand why Fang Er would say that.
Seeing their reaction, Fang Er didn't say anything more. He gave a look to Yan Shuangying, who was following him, and threw the can into the distance.
Yan Shuangying instantly drew the large revolver at his waist and fired three shots in quick succession.
With three consecutive shots, each hitting the mark, the can tumbled in mid-air, its contents splashing everywhere from the bullet holes.
As the gunshots ended, Fang Er took out two masks, put one on his face, and handed the other to Yan Shuangying.
The chieftains felt somewhat inexplicable. Had they walked so far from the County Duke's manor just to see this?
Shooting at a can with a pistol?
Could it be that the secret weapon the Duke mentioned was the gun in his guard's hand?
However, the next moment, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they scrambled to flee.
The spring breeze in March was pleasant, which should have been a relaxing affair.
However, this spring breeze carried the smell of the can's contents directly to everyone's nostrils without any waste.
This smell was too intoxicating!
The dignified leaders of the various tribes of the grassland, at this moment, were like a fleeing army.
Fang Er looked on in a daze. These fellows had rather poor brains!
They actually ran with the wind.
Damn it, what good could come of running with the wind?
After running for a while, a few of them finally felt something was wrong. They were running with all their might, yet the smell still seemed to follow them.
Yinan, the smartest among the chieftains of the grassland tribes, after running tens of meters, turned back with a regretful expression and began to run against the wind.
He continued running past the can on the ground and stopped tens of meters further on.
Fang Er was already waiting for them here.
Yinan, feeling the faint scent of grass and trees in the air, gasped for breath with his mouth wide open.
"D-Duke, this, this thing is too terrifying!"
Seeing this, the others also ran towards this side.
After a long while, once they had all calmed down, Balmenggan suddenly walked towards the can.
This thing smelled bad at first, but why did it smell surprisingly good after the aftertaste?
"Duke, what is this thing?" After taking a few steps, he stopped and asked Fang Er curiously.
"Hahahaha, actually, this is a type of canned fish. It's food originally."
"However, I always feel that this thing is more suitable as a weapon."
"What do you all think?"
Balmenggan's eyes lit up. This thing was food?
No wonder the aftertaste was so long-lasting!
He quickly walked over, picked up the can. The soup had all drained out. He inserted his short dagger into the bullet hole and pried the lid open with force.
The chieftains of the other tribes watched him in disbelief. This guy actually used a knife to pick up a piece of herring and put it in his mouth.
"Damn it, Duke, hurry up, this guy has gone mad!"
"Exactly, this smell, it's like that other thing, and he can still eat it!"
"Damn, I'm changing inns today!"
Fang Er was also dumbfounded. Someone could actually eat something like this?
And judging by his expression, he seemed to be enjoying it immensely?
Damn it, after eating this, won't this guy become a walking biological weapon?
"Let's go, let's go! If I keep watching, I won't be able to stand it either!"
The more he looked, the more nauseated he felt. Fang Er quickly led the others back to the County Duke's manor.
Upon reaching the manor gate, he specifically instructed the soldiers on duty: "If the chieftain of the Tianmeng tribe returns later, tell him that I took the other chieftains out, and he can go back to his inn to rest on his own."