Hearing this, Zhang Yang was slightly taken aback. No wonder Sun Wencai could do business in military provisions. It turned out his wife was the younger sister of this provisions and logistics chief.
Zhang Yang immediately clasped his hands toward Sun Wencai in thanks. He knew the other man was returning a favor, but this was a favor worth having.
"Thank you, Manager Dou. My Death Warrior Camp is made up entirely of the old, the weak, women, and children. Though we're destined to die, we should at least die on the battlefield instead of being beheaded to a man for failing to arrive on time. So I'd like to borrow five large carts, provisions sufficient for a hundred people for three days, and thirty sets of weapons and armor. More would only go to waste."
As he spoke, Zhang Yang skillfully took out every bit of gold and silver on him. It came to thirty-two gold and fifty-five silver. The extra had been looted from the real Dong Cheng. However, before he received his military orders—in other words, before his identity was officially recognized—the gold and silver were shrouded in a layer of blood-red light and could not be spent at all.
This time, the provisions chief smiled even more broadly. Clearly satisfied, he called over a minor clerk and had him take Zhang Yang to the main storehouse.
This was truly a massive storehouse, built entirely inside the mountain. It contained countless supplies, and the inspection procedures were extremely strict. Even with the provisions chief's permission, a series of requisition orders for grain, weapons, and armor still had to be issued in the name of the Death Warrior Camp.
Still, that pale-faced chief kept his word—or perhaps the gold and silver Zhang Yang had given him had done