Lao Dan Pursues Treasures and Plots Ingenuity, Jun Shang Allocates Funds to Comfort New Divisions

"Good heavens, Donghu really did have a bit of wealth..."

Meng Wu passed through mountains of stacked gold and silver, his gaze sweeping over countless gemstones and corals as he made his way to the city's northwestern corner.

In the open ground at Pinggang City's northwest corner, a temporary supply inventory camp had long since been set up.

Dozens of enormous military tents stretched across the ground. The open space outside was divided by wooden fences into several sections, each piled with gold and silver, furs, weapons, grain, fodder, and livestock.

At a glance, the eye was filled with the spoils of war. Even the air mingled the cold gleam of gold and silver, the warm musk of furs, and the wheaty fragrance of grain and fodder, a bustling, weighty presence rushing to meet them.

Zhao Cheng, dressed in everyday attire, stood atop a raised platform outside the main tent.

Holding bamboo slips, Zhang Han led dozens of Qin Army officials and Mohist Pavilion stewards as they inventoried each area. The scratch of brush against bamboo slips, the soldiers' hauling chants, and the cries of livestock intertwined, yet everything remained in perfect order.

"My lord, the inventory has been divided into three zones and is proceeding simultaneously. Every category of supplies is registered by two people and cross-checked to ensure nothing is missed and no errors are made."

Zhang Han quickly ascended the platform to report, unable to conceal his amazement at the scale of the spoils.

The Blood-Clad Army had ranged across ten thousand li, yet his lord had never spared a second glance for the spoils within other nations' royal palaces.

Now, the Mohist Pavilion was like a gold-devouring beast, to the point that Wu'an could barely afford to feed it. His lord had finally changed his mindset