Famine Year: I Help the Beautiful Female General Build Infrastructure

A ceramic jar became sentient, knowledgeable of past and present. Wang Yan relied on this ceramic jar to befriend an ancient beautiful female general.

Her name was Tan Junyan, a legend of the...

Chapter 55: The Emperor's Decree, Enraging Everyone

"These are combat uniforms that are manufactured in accordance with regular military standards. They are breathable, waterproof, and windproof, so they are considered high quality."

"But it's cheaper than regular military equipment. A set, including clothes and shoes, costs eight hundred."

Wang Yan said truthfully.

After all, they are for soldiers who fight with swords and guns for life and death, so I didn't order the cheap ones, but chose these with similar quality.

"Eight hundred!" Chen Hu fiddled with his fingers again.

"Eight hundred for one set, eight thousand for ten sets, eighty thousand for one hundred sets..."

One hundred thousand sets is eighty million!

There are 300,000 sets, which means 240 million yuan is needed.

These are more expensive than food!

Not only that, he also wanted to buy one million sets of replacement clothes so that every soldier would have one.

One million sets would cost eight hundred million!

You know, the average salary here is only a few thousand.

It's so amazing and shocking.

Gan swallowed and said, "Sir, do you have a pen? I want to write a letter to my family."

The consumption on the gods' side is too shocking, I have to tell Tan Junyan quickly.

Wang Yan didn't think much about it and said, "I don't have it on me. Go to the security room at the door! There's something in the security room. You can write it there. There's light there."

Chen Hu said nothing, bowed ninety degrees to Wang Yan, and then turned and left.

Wang Yan shook his head without comment and continued to check the quality of the combat uniform.

Chen Hu entered the security room soon.

He said to the people in the room, "Wang Yan asked me to come here. Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Yes, you sit down first."

Ma Qian hurriedly looked for paper and pen for him.

Chen Hu took the paper and pen and said, "Thank you for the paper and pen. I'm grateful."

Several security guards were stunned when they heard this.

This guy not only looks weird, but also speaks weirdly.

He still had a beard and long hair. If I hadn't seen him with Wang Yan before, I would have easily thought he was a lunatic and kicked him out.

Ma Qian smiled awkwardly, "Please sit down."

Chen Hu didn't hesitate and sat down at the table to write a letter to Tan Junyan.

"Commander, I am Chen Hu."

"The God took me to the warehouse to get water. I saw a large warehouse built to store our belongings. It covered a large area, as large as half of Pengshui City. I was shocked by the sight."

'This place is very expensive, so it must be extremely valuable.'

"He also ordered two trainloads of food for us, totaling 14.4 million catties, costing 90 million yuan."

"The average monthly salary for people in this world is 3,000 to 6,000 yuan."

"At six thousand, one person would have to work for one hundred and twenty-five years, without food or drink, to earn ninety million."

"Not only that, but the number of custom-made clothes he has made for us has reached 300,000, at 800 each."

"Three hundred thousand sets is 240 million, which is more expensive than grain."

'Also, in order to provide soldiers with a change of clothes, a total of one million sets were ordered.'

"The combat uniforms alone will cost a staggering 800 million."

"The gods have saved us all at great expense. We should find a way to make up for the loss."

"The grace of God is unparalleled. We must do our utmost to repay Him and repay His kindness..."

As Chen Hu wrote, tears began to fall.

"Sir, are you okay?" Ma Qian saw Chen Hu crying and stepped forward to ask.

"I'm fine."

Chen Hu shook his head, put down his pen, took the letter, wiped his tears, turned around and walked out.

Ma Qian looked at Chen Hu with a dull expression, and after a moment he said, "Oh my god, he can actually write classical Chinese."

I just saw it very clearly, he was writing in classical Chinese.

Another security guard said, "Anyone who can hang out with Director Wang is definitely not a simple person."

Chen Hu felt that the time was almost up, so he signaled Wang Yan to turn off the power, and then threw the note over.

Tan Junyan picked up the note and her expression became more solemn the more she read it.

He held the letter tightly in his hand, with complicated emotions surging in his heart, and remained silent for a long time.

There was shock, there was touching feeling, and even more, there was deep guilt.

"What's wrong, coach?" Zi Yang saw that Tan Junyan had a strange expression on her face, so he stepped forward to ask.

"It's a letter from Chen Hu..."

Tan Junyan's beautiful eyes flushed red as she handed the letter to Ziyang.

Ziyang took the letter, glanced at it, and looked at everyone.

"Everyone, be quiet. Chen Hu has sent a letter. Listen to what he says..."

The generals fell silent instantly.

"Commander, I am Chen Hu. The gods have brought me to the warehouse to give me water..."

Zi Yang read from the script, his voice sounding a little hoarse.

Every word he read out struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

After finishing reading, tears flowed uncontrollably, "The price the gods paid for us was too great."

The other soldiers were all moved.

Someone stood up and said, "That huge warehouse takes up a vast area. I wonder how much wealth it cost."

"Yes, there are two trainloads of food, 14.4 million kilograms. Behind that food is a huge investment of 90 million."

"And then there are those 300,000 sets of combat uniforms, 800 each, for a total of 240 million."

"God ordered a million sets of clothes for us, costing 800 million!"

"The average salary there is only a few thousand, woo woo..."

The big man Shi Xiong choked up and said, "

My parents have never been this kind to me. God is my second parent..."

"The gods have no connection with us, yet they help us without reservation. But what about us?"

"We only know how to accept and ask for things, and even want more, but we never think about the price the gods paid for us."

“We are not human…”

"Pa pa." A soldier slapped himself twice.

Everyone looked ashamed and felt grateful.

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