After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 924 - 919: Borrowing Money

The weather was freezing, and without cotton-padded clothes to protect against the cold, the consequences would be unimaginable if the enemy were to attack.

Marquis Dongxiang, the Old Prince, and several generals were discussing how the soldiers could stay warm.

None of them had any effective solutions.

There were cotton clothes, but they were not very effective against the cold. If the soldiers caught a cold, a large amount of medicine would be used, costing far more than making cotton clothes.

They all knew about the empty state of the National Treasury.

The batch of cotton clothes they had was already ordered by Marquis Dongxiang, who urged the Emperor to have them made quickly.

Now, even if they dispatched someone to return to the Capital City at full speed, it would be too late.

Marquis Dongxiang was so angry that he pounded the table.

When Xie Jingchen returned from leading the soldiers to transport stones onto the city tower, he heard Prince NanAn and Chu Shun eavesdropping outside the military tent.

Prince NanAn said, "Do you think Marquis Dongxiang will strip the cotton clothes off the Nanliang soldiers for the winter?"

"That’s possible," said the Heir of Marquis Beining.

"But how many would they have to strip to be enough?" said the Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo Mansion.

"..."

"Stripping one is still something."

"..."

Xie Jingchen heard a bit of the conversation and stepped into the military camp.

Prince NanAn and the others looked at him.

They did not dare to go into the military tent often.

Before, they had also discussed matters in the military tent, and Marquis Dongxiang allowed them to express their opinions.

They were very obedient, not only expressing their opinions but also coming up with ideas.

However, the ideas were not generally good. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

After several times, Marquis Dongxiang only allowed them to listen from outside the tent.

Xie Jingchen walked in and saw a furious look on Marquis Dongxiang’s face.

The other soldiers were also indignant.

Xie Jingchen looked at Marquis Dongxiang and asked in confusion, "Didn’t my wife prepare separate clothing for the Flying Tiger Army?"

Marquis Dongxiang looked at Xie Jingchen, "Jinjim prepared cold-weather clothing for the Flying Tiger Army, how come I didn’t know?"

Marquis Dongxiang looked towards Su Chong.

Su Chong shook his head, "I haven’t heard my sister mention this."

Xie Jingchen’s mouth twitched; he thought Marquis Dongxiang knew.

He looked at Marquis Dongxiang and said, "The court and Beimo have an exchange of goods. My wife used the profits from the goods meant for the Emperor to buy wool. She once said that the wool was for making clothes to keep the soldiers warm."

The fact that Su Jin bought a lot of wool was known to the soldiers at the border.

They felt quite pained seeing the money Su Jin spent on cart after cart of wool.

When word reached the Capital City, Xie Jingchen casually asked, and Su Jin answered very casually as well.

Su Jin also asked Xie Jingchen to find a reliable steward to help find people to turn the wool into clothing.

After finding someone for Su Jin, Xie Jingchen did not oversee the matter further.

The cotton clothes still hadn’t been delivered to the camp by now. Could they still not be ready?

Marquis Dongxiang did not realize that Su Jin remembered the Flying Tiger Army’s winter preparation and sent Su Chong with Xie Jingchen to take a look.

The wool was transported from Beimo to Daqi and hadn’t been sent back to the Capital.

Wool wasn’t very valuable, and the manpower and resources to bring it back to the Capital would cost more than the wool itself, not worth it at all.

Initially, the wool was stored in a town a few miles from the border. As the wool increased, one yard wasn’t enough, so they transported it to a town twenty miles away.

Twenty miles away, riding fast, it only took half an hour.

Entering the small courtyard, Xie Jingchen, Su Chong, and Prince NanAn were dumbfounded.

Inside the courtyard, dozens of women were busy. Seeing them enter, they stopped their work, and praised, "These young men are truly handsome."

The steward of the small courtyard, Xie Jingchen’s man, hurried over and greeted, "Young Master, what brings you here?"

Xie Jingchen looked at the wool and asked, "How are the clothes for the Flying Tiger Army coming along?"

The steward thought they were urged, so he quickly said, "The Heir’s wife wanted to prepare two sets for each person in the Flying Tiger Army. We have been working day and night, and we are still two thousand pieces short, but they should be ready to send to the camp the day after tomorrow."

As he spoke, the steward said, "The cotton clothes are too many. I am short-handed here, and at that time, I would need the Young Master to send someone to transport them."

"Let’s take a look first."

The steward led Xie Jingchen to the back courtyard storeroom.

The rooms were filled with cotton clothes, an impressive sight.

If a spark accidentally flew, they feared not a single one would be left.

The court’s transported cotton clothes were burnt, these must not meet any accidents, "Send these to the military camp first."

Su Chong and the others did not bring many people to the town, so he ordered someone to return to the camp to call for horse-drawn carts.

Xie Jingchen asked the steward, "How much wool is left?"

The steward’s mouth twitched, "The Heir’s wife bought too much wool, and there are three more large courtyards of wool yet to be processed."

"Only a small portion has been used up from what has been processed."

But that wasn’t the most important part. The most vital point was, "The unused amount is more than what’s been transported...."

In Beimo, wool is cheap and not worth much.

The Heir’s wife paid a high price for wool, and the wool from Beimo was sold to them by the cartload.

Finding no place to store the wool as an excuse to dismiss the Beimo people, the Beimo officials were considerate enough to provide them a courtyard to store the wool...

What could they do?

They had no choice but to keep buying.

Fortunately, the fragrant ointment was profitable, so they didn’t lose money.

Yes.

It wasn’t easy to lose money either.

Beimo eyed them as if they were foolish spenders, and after the excuse of having no place to store wool failed, they then used the excuse of insufficient funds.

After Beimo officials loaned them another manor, they proactively lent money to them to buy wool...

The steward admired them greatly, afraid they wouldn’t pay them back.

Prince NanAn picked up a piece of clothing, questioning skeptically at the steward if they were skimping, "It’s not very thick. Will it keep one warm?"

The steward of the small courtyard laughed, "Why doesn’t the Prince try it on?"

Chu Shun and the others reached out and quickly stripped away Prince NanAn’s sash.

Prince NanAn, "..."

He put on the clothes.

The clothes fit him perfectly, as if tailor-made for him.

He moved slightly and found it didn’t affect his movements.

But in a moment, he widened his eyes. Chu Shun looked at him and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"It’s a bit hot," said Prince NanAn.

"..."

To feel hot in this weather was indeed not easy.

Prince NanAn took off the clothes, and Su Chong said, "It’s hard to say when it will snow, so it’s crucial to rush the production of these clothes."

The steward looked troubled, "There’s no way to do it faster. Most of the women who can weave in the town are already here."

"If there’s no one left in this town, other towns have some. Once we return to the military camp, we’ll send people to help transport the wool," said Su Chong.

"Make sure to turn all this wool into clothes in the shortest time possible."

The steward nodded in agreement.

After over an hour, the officers finally arrived with horse-drawn carts at the small courtyard.

Loading the clothes onto the carts, the group returned to the military camp with great fanfare.

These clothes were prepared by Su Jin for the Flying Tiger Army. She didn’t expect to buy so much wool; she couldn’t handle everyone, so she prioritized the Flying Tiger Army first.

When she instructed the steward, she said, "Try to give everyone two pieces."

They couldn’t use one piece of cotton clothing for the entire winter, there had to be spare for washing.

The cotton clothes were nice, but Marquis Dongxiang didn’t give a single piece to the Flying Tiger Army.

The Flying Tiger Army he painstakingly led for ten years weren’t ordinary soldiers, and these cotton clothes must be used sparingly.

As they were still rushing production, it wasn’t too late to give them later.

No one objected to Marquis Dongxiang’s decision.

The Old Prince laughed, "It seems that this crisis was easily resolved by the Heir’s wife."

Though the praise was for Su Jin, Marquis Dongxiang was entirely pleased.

"This daughter of mine truly strategizes while remaining a thousand miles away, deciding the outcome from afar."

"It’s a pity she’s a daughter."

Xie Jingchen, "..."

Marquis Dongxiang lamented.

If she were a son, she wouldn’t be inferior to Su Chong.

Yet, how could such a clever daughter be born to an easily persuaded Emperor?

Indeed, one takes after their upbringing.

Emperor, "..."