209: Chapter 209: Traveling to Ancient Times and Driving a G-Wagon!

"Do you know how much my husband sells a Wool Sweater for, sister?"

Wang Xia asked with a smile.

After a moment of thought, Jin Xishan replied, "Fifteen hundred coins?"

This was her low estimate.

Cao Jiacheng sold a wool coat for two thousand coins.

She thought that the price of wool coats within Great Qin should be cheaper.

Based on her impression of Cao Jiacheng as a profiteer, he would definitely mark up the price.

"Mm!"

Wang Xia was startled.

The price Jin Xishan mentioned exceeded her imagination.

In Great Qin, although wool coats were essentially unavailable despite their high prices, if one commissioned someone to make one, it would cost six or seven hundred coins.

The price Jin Xishan guessed far exceeded Wang Xia's expectations.

"Too much, too much."

She shook her head repeatedly.

"One thousand coins?"

Jin Xishan also lowered the price.

"Too much, too much."

Wang Xia continued to shake her head, "Sister, the price you're saying is too high."

"Ah!"

Jin Xishan was a bit dazed.

She had already cut it in half, how could it still be too much?

Calming herself down, she cut it in half again, "Five hundred coins?"

"Too much, too much."

Wang Xia stopped keeping her in suspense and said directly, "Thirty coins."

"How... how much?"

The female translator looked at Wang Xia in utter astonishment, fearing she had misheard.

Jin Xishan's gaze was fixed on the female translator.

She was anxious in her heart; exactly how much was it being sold for to make the female translator look so shocked?

"That's right, it's thirty coins for one Wool Sweater."

Wang Xia said in a certain tone.

The female translator understood instantly; no wonder scalpers had appeared. At this price, even she wanted to be a scalper. With a simple resale, wouldn't she make a killing!

She excitedly told Jin Xishan the price of a Wool Sweater.

"Ah!"

"How... how much?"

Jin Xishan could not hide her inner shock and cried out, even standing up.

This price was simply unbeatable!

It was a full one thousand nine hundred and seventy coins cheaper than she had expected!

With the money from selling thirty catties of wool, they could buy a Wool Sweater.

At this price, if Wool Sweaters were brought to their Tuan Tribe, they would sell like crazy.

Jin Xishan finally understood why His Majesty the Premier of Great Qin had such a massive demand for wool.

Wait, that's not right!

Jin Xishan thought of a key problem.

She said, "The material for the Wool Sweater isn't expensive, but the processing cost must be very high, right?"

"How could it possibly sell for thirty coins apiece!"

"Want to know?"

Wang Xia looked at her with a smile.

Jin Xishan suddenly had a bad premonition.

Wang Xia clapped her hands.

A large stack of books was brought in by female guards and placed in front of Jin Xishan.

Among these books were introductions to the Steam Spinning Machine and the Steam Power Loom.

These books were all obtained by Zhao Fusu through his sign-ins.

Wang Xia liked these strange books.

Zhao Fusu had given all the books to Wang Xia.

Wang Xia opened the books and briefly introduced the Steam Textile Machine and the Steam Power Loom to Jin Xishan.

When Jin Xishan learned that the Steam Textile Machine and Steam Power Loom could increase production efficiency by two hundred times, she was shocked once again.

Upon hearing Wang Xia say that these machines were invented by Zhao Fusu, Jin Xishan's admiration for Zhao Fusu reached an insurmountable level.

She looked at Wang Xia pleadingly and said, "Sister, I want to see His Majesty the Head of State."

"Alright."

Wang Xia did not refuse again.

After a day of observation, she was satisfied with Jin Xishan.

"Thank you, sister, thank you, sister,"

Jin Xishan said gratefully.

Wang Xia brought Jin Xishan to the dining area to wait for Zhao Fusu to have his meal.

Jin Xishan looked at the round dining table, which even had a turntable that could rotate, making her feel another wave of novelty.

The two waited for a while before footsteps were heard from the doorway.

Protected by a squad of soldiers, Zhao Fusu entered the dining area.

Jin Xishan's curious gaze turned toward the young man surrounded by soldiers.

Her beautiful eyes lit up.

Originally, she thought Zhao Fusu would be a wizened old man.

She never expected that Zhao Fusu would be so young.

Zhao Fusu also saw the stranger in the large tent.

The girl before him looked to be eighteen or nineteen, and her face bore a striking resemblance to a certain female star.

Her figure was incredibly well-endowed.

Anyone who married her would be like driving a Big G.

Jin Xishan was wearing a tight-fitting padded jacket with a belt around her waist, further accentuating her well-endowed figure.

This was the first time Zhao Fusu had seen such a provocative figure in person.

He quickly sat down to suppress his 'gun'.

At the same time, he silently chanted in his mind that with no woman in one's heart, drawing the blade is naturally divine, trying to calm his agitated heart.

Zhao Fusu did not pick up his chopsticks; he waited until the soldiers had taste-tested everything first to confirm there were no issues before he began inviting Wang Xia and Jin Xishan to eat.

"What do you think?"

Zhao Fusu asked Wang Xia.

Wang Xia nodded slightly.

"Mm."

Zhao Fusu maintained a gentlemanly expression, but in his heart, he couldn't help thinking: he used to see others transmigrate to ancient times to drive a Big G, and now it was finally his turn!

"I agree to the matter of you becoming my woman,"

Zhao Fusu said, "Can your Tuan Tribe submit to our Great Qin now?"

After the female translator translated, Jin Xishan knelt on one knee, placed her right hand over her heart, and said with a face full of respect, "Xishan represents the Tuan Tribe in submitting to His Majesty the Head of State."

Zhao Fusu narrowed his eyes.

Jin Xishan said that the Tuan Tribe was submitting to him, not to Great Qin.

However, this was enough.

His plan was originally to support a proxy on the grasslands to ensure the stability of the Hetao Plain.

Jin Xishan was smart and obedient, making her the perfect proxy.

"Please rise, please rise."

Zhao Fusu quickly helped Jin Xishan up.

Since the Tuan Tribe had chosen to side with him, it meant he could divide more Xiongnu Tribes and bring them into his camp.

"Xishan,"

Zhao Fusu asked, "How do you think we can make the Liefeng Tribe, Qinglan Tribe, Chiyanju Tribe, Shuangzong Tribe, and Lingyu Tribe submit to me?"

Although both Zhao Fusu and Lu Jia had preliminary ideas, he still wanted to hear Jin Xishan's perspective.

After hearing the translation, Jin Xishan fell silent for a moment.

Zhao Fusu and Wang Xia were in no hurry, waiting for her reply.

After some thought, Jin Xishan said, "Although the Qinglan Tribe is the most powerful, they occupy the best pastures, and the Right Great Danghu has coveted their lands for a long time."

"They were also the first to submit to Modu Chanyu."

"Modu Chanyu has already tacitly approved of the Right Great Danghu annexing the Qinglan Tribe."

"The Right Great Danghu currently has five thousand cavalry; if he successfully annexes the Qinglan Tribe, he will be able to become a Commander of Ten Thousand Cavalry."