Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1551 Fat Tiger's Group Finally Arrives

A beggar? Chu Chen's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

Then he said urgently to the messenger, "Quick, take me there! Hahaha, Fat Tiger, I've missed you so much!"

After saying that, Chu Chen darted out of the imperial study amidst the soldiers' suspicious gazes.

He thought to himself, "Could it be that my general has been driven mad? What's so great about loving a bunch of beggars?"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take me there."

Seeing the messenger standing there stunned, Chu Chen immediately lost his temper and shouted at him sternly.

"Ah... General, over here."

He dared not delay and immediately led Chu Chen toward the palace gate.

The palace gates were already crowded with people. A group of ragged people were pulling carriages, with several corpses dragging behind them.

"Huh, who are these people? They actually dare to dream of seeing General Chu."

"Yes, they must think General Chu is kind-hearted, so they came to ask to be taken in."

"Yes, look how thin they are. Do they really think General Chu is a living bodhisattva?"

Just then, two figures rushed out.

Chu Chen looked up and saw that the person opposite him was also looking up at him. The next moment, the skinny guy in the lead burst into tears.

"Fat Tiger, you finally made it, you son of a bitch."

"Brother Chen, I've lost weight on this journey."

Chu Chen rushed over and hugged the dirty figure in front of him. The person was thin and dressed in rags, looking like a beggar. It was none other than Fatty Tiger.

"Yeah, yeah, you've suffered so much, you've all turned into skinny tigers."

Fat Tiger, being a native of this era, awkwardly broke free from Chu Chen's embrace.

"Quickly; quickly, look who they are, Tito, the Iron Sky and the Iron Earth..."

Chu Chen didn't say anything, but went straight up and hugged each of them tightly, making them all embarrassed. The onlookers from the northern desert even thought that General Chu had a special fetish.

"How could you be so foolish? You didn't bring any food or money? How did you get so thin?"

"Brother Chen, we brought weapons, ammunition, and silver with us. We were worried you might run out, so we rushed over to deliver them."

"We didn't have a chance to go out and buy food. The Song Kingdom's servants were like leeches, chasing us all the way until we reached the capital before they finally left."

"Thank you all for your hard work."

After saying that, Chu Chen walked towards the corpse behind the carriage.

His eyes immediately reddened: "Fat Tiger, give them a proper burial and put their minds at ease. I will make Dong Shilan pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for the suffering you have endured today and the lives they have given."

"Uh, Brother Chen, you've misunderstood. These are the corpses of spies, used to scare people. You can't imagine, ever since so many corpses were hung up, those bandits have been avoiding us."

"Fuck you, you made me shed tears for nothing."

"Come on, brothers, follow me into the palace, and I'll give you a welcome feast."

Half an hour later, Chu Chen excitedly lifted the tarpaulin covering the carriage in the palace and looked at the brand-new weapons and ammunition inside.

He immediately picked up the 130-pound Fatty Tiger and spun him around several times.

"Goushengzi, come quick! We're saved! Mobei is saved!"

"Issue the order: starting tomorrow, massively expand the army, establish arsenals, refine salt factories, and distilleries..."

All night long, the palace was brightly lit, filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and the occasional clatter of gunfire, sending sparks flying into the sky.

Fat Tiger looked like a perverted bachelor who had been single for thirty years, as if he were buried in his own fat.

That night, Chu Chen got drunk, the first time he had ever been completely drunk since coming to this world.

He completely forgot about safety, his mission, and the purpose of his existence. At that moment, all he felt was relaxation and brotherhood.

The next day, Fat Tiger squatted in the outhouse, rubbing his numb legs: "Stop yelling. I ate too much fatty meat yesterday. Don't bother me today."

Fatty Tiger had been dragged around for a whole day, and it wasn't until the third day that he was finally carried into Chu Chen's study.

"Brother Chen, just tell me, what tasks do you have for me?"

"Gentlemen, today we are officially appointing Fatty Tiger as the head of the Commerce Department in the Northern Desert, responsible for all commercial manufacturing and sales."

What the hell? He became an official right after arriving?

Fat Tiger looked at Chu Chen and the many ministers who congratulated him in disbelief.

"Alright, don't be surprised. I'm talking about you. With your arrival, our entire northern desert is now complete."

After saying that, Chu Chen stood up and handed him a thick book.

"Fat Tiger, you can absolutely keep this book as a family heirloom, so that your descendants will never decline it."

Chu Chen was right. This book is full of methods for making all sorts of novel things, as well as various advanced business models, written by Chu Chen himself.

It contains daily necessities, food, entertainment, weapons, and more...

It can be described as all-encompassing, and it took Chu Chen a great deal of effort to write.

Fat Tiger opened the book in confusion: "Grenade launcher... hiss..."

Fat Tiger quickly closed the book: "Brother Chen, since you trust me, Fat Tiger won't let you down. Tomorrow, I'll start working on it. Give me six months, and I'll get the arsenal up and running for you, and I'll earn back all the money for you."

"Hehe, six months is too long, I'll give you three months!"

"OK, no problem."

The next day, the entire capital city of the northern desert was in an uproar, with various job postings appearing.

Moreover, the benefits are excellent; they provide three meals a day and also give you money.

As a result, the common people and beggars in the capital flocked to the various stalls.

The biggest manipulator behind all this was Gian.

In the far north of the desert, on a huge training ground, an ugly man wearing a mask looked at the densely packed soldiers training and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Master, 30,000 men should be enough to raze Chu Chen's entire territory to the ground."

“Disciple, you still underestimate Chu Chen. Continue recruiting soldiers. With 50,000 troops, we might be able to fight him.”

"But I'm afraid that if too much time passes, Chu Chen will recover his strength, which would be bad."

"Hehe, it's alright. Our spies are always in the city. If there's any disturbance, half a month is enough time to send the news back."

Lu nodded after listening, completely trusting his master's words.

At this moment, Lu You's master slowly took out a pill from his sleeve: "If you capture Chu Chen and give him this pill, then Mobei will be yours, Lu You's, and everything Chu Chen owns will belong to your Mei family."