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"Elder Sister, we're having instant noodles that Shopkeeper Jiang brought over! They taste so good! You should have a pack too!" Piao Xue exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she held out a package of noodles to Su Qianxue.
Su Qianxue swallowed hard; she hadn't eaten much that evening. Yet, she resisted the temptation of the noodles and approached Jiang Han, recounting everything that had transpired in the imperial study the previous night.
" Shopkeeper Jiang, I know that one hundred thousand taels of silver isn't much, but I'm willing to offer three treasures in addition! Please help with disaster relief," Su Qianxue pleaded earnestly.
If Jiang Han did not agree, she would immediately kneel down to beg. In the court, she was the Empress who stood against ministers and the Langya Prince, but here, she was just a weak woman seeking assistance.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Han gestured for Su Qianxue to sit on the sofa and told her not to be nervous. He pondered quietly: Fifty thousand people, with each person receiving two packs of noodles a day—that would amount to one hundred thousand packs! Over a month, that would be thirty million packs of noodles!
Even if he supplied them continuously for three months, it would only total ninety million packs! Ninety million packs of noodles—despite including various premium brands, even bulk purchasing could bring the average price down by one or two coins per pack. That would be around one hundred eighty million taels.
Although this was close to his two small targets, what did it matter? Just from the five treasures Su Qianxue had previously given him, he had already profited thirty small targets. Not to mention he could afford to supply food for disaster victims for three months; even if it were just for three months, he could manage it comfortably with several small targets left over.
Moreover, Su Qianxue would also contribute treasures. The Langya Prince offered millet—millet porridge? One hundred thousand taels bought three hundred thousand stones of millet! That should be enough for five hundred thousand disaster victims to eat for three and a half months. Did he really think his millet porridge could compare with his instant noodles?
Jiang Han couldn't help but chuckle at this thought; it seemed he had an opportunity to teach the Langya Prince a lesson.
Seeing him smile, Su Qianxue spoke again, "I can add a few more one hundred thousand taels and treasures. But no silver! I want three treasures! For five hundred thousand disaster victims, I can provide them with four months' worth of instant noodles."
Jiang Han had no interest in silver; the current market price for silver was four dollars and fifty cents per gram—one hundred thousand taels wouldn't fetch much at all.
Su Qianxue was surprised; she hadn't expected Shopkeeper Jiang to refuse hard currency like silver. This was simply wonderful.
She then spoke, "In that case, let's bring out three treasures for Shopkeeper Jiang. However, the one hundred thousand taels of silver should go through the proper channels to silence the Civil and Military Officials!"
"No problem, I'll head back outside the city tomorrow to set up the Instant Noodle Factory. As long as they are disaster victims, regardless of age or gender, everyone will receive two packs of noodles a day. I'll set it up right across from Langya Prince's Charity Porridge Station!"
Jiang Han couldn't help but smile, "It won't take long for the results to be clear!"
Su Qianxue nodded, her gaze filled with gratitude as she looked at Jiang Han. After a moment's thought, she embraced him.
Jiang Han was taken aback; he hadn't expected Su Qianxue to act this way.
In a soft voice, Su Qianxue said, " Shopkeeper Jiang, thank you. You are my greatest support and the man in my heart. If I have time, I will always come back to you. Thank you, Shopkeeper Jiang!"
After saying this, she kissed Jiang Han on the cheek.
The other four women were astonished at this scene.
However, Su Qianxue stood up and said, "Once the disaster and war have passed, Piao Xue, you will take my place and marry Shopkeeper Jiang first! Yan Dong, as Piao Xue's maid of honor, you two will marry Jiang Han together."
"Huh? Sure!" Piao Xue responded happily once she understood.
Yan Dong, being a martial artist, felt a bit shy but nodded in agreement.
" Shopkeeper Jiang," she continued, "I am the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Given the current situation, I cannot marry you yet, but you are already the man in my heart! Once the world settles down a bit, I will marry you."
Su Qianxue spoke tenderly.
After a moment's thought and noticing the others around her, she added, "Ling Xue and Cen Ya, if either of you has any thoughts on this matter, then when Piao Xue gets married, you can also serve as maidens and marry Jiang Han."
"In the future, I may have many emotional matters to deal with and won't be able to accompany Shopkeeper Jiang all the time. So I need you to take good care of him."
Cen Ya nodded obediently. "I will take care of Shopkeeper Jiang!"
"I will too, Your Majesty," Ling Xue chimed in.
All four women were fond of Jiang Han; it was just that they hadn't had much opportunity before.
Seeing that all issues had been resolved, Su Qianxue felt relieved and sat down to enjoy her noodles.
The next morning, Su Qianxue took thirty thousand sets of equipment from Jiang Han. Meanwhile, Jiang Han gathered many people and brought a large quantity of noodles outside the city to set up his Instant Noodle Factory.
Across from him at the Charity Porridge Station, Che Chengming was taken aback by this scene. "Oh? You're opening right across from me?"
How openly are they provoking us at Langya Wangfu? What’s the point of opening an Instant Noodle Factory for the disaster victims? Serving noodles to the victims, isn’t that a waste?
He was taken aback, pondering to himself that with ten pounds of millet, he could make enough porridge for thirty people. If he didn’t make porridge, those ten pounds of millet would be enough to feed ten disaster victims! Since ancient times, disaster relief has always aimed to ensure the victims survive, not to eat well. Can your Instant Noodle Factory even support that? How much money would it take?
Heir! Many disaster victims have heard the news that Shopkeeper Jiang's Instant Noodle Factory is going to distribute instant noodles to them, and quite a few have come to watch!
One of his subordinates, Jiang Jiang, reported. Now, Che Chengming has replaced Che Chengyun’s position for the Heir of Langya Wangfu and has initiated a series of porridge distributions. The porridge factory has just opened, and many disaster victims are eagerly awaiting their midday porridge.
Upon hearing that Jiang Han’s Instant Noodle Factory has also opened, a crowd of disaster victims quickly gathered, speculating whether they would be able to eat noodles.
A few minutes later, thousands of disaster victims had gathered outside the two factories, eagerly looking forward. Che Chengming observed this scene as he watched Jiang Han’s recruits opening barrels of instant noodles and adding seasonings.
He couldn’t help but wonder: can this really be given to the disaster victims? Go spread the word that what Jiang Han is doing is nonsense. Spending One Hundred Thousand Taels of Silver on these things—how long will that last?
Then go back to the capital and announce that Jiang Han only wanted the victims to eat well for a few days and spent all one hundred thousand taels; in a week, they’ll starve! This strange kind of noodle, with its special packaging—can it really be cheaper than my porridge?
Jiang Han, are you thinking that if the victims eat well for a few days, they’ll starve later? Yes, Heir! We’ve finally found Jiang Han’s weak spot! I’m going to spread the word right away! Jiang Jiang quickly ran back to the capital!
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