The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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When the Night King first asked the question, he was just curious about what little thing Xiji had made. After Xiji finished speaking, he began to think about the use of this thing, and even his eyes began to become gradually deep.

In this era, getting sick is a very serious matter. It is not a trivial matter to have a wound fester. Once the wound becomes inflamed and festering, what awaits him is either to heal on its own after applying medicine, or to have the piece of flesh rot and be ruthlessly dug out. Even many people do not pay attention to such a small wound, which eventually develops into pus discharge and infection, and eventually causes fever from the small wound and eventually dies.

Therefore, when he heard Xiji say that this thing could prevent suppuration, the Night King's attitude immediately changed. He originally thought that if this was something that would take a lot of effort and consume a lot of physical strength, he would suppress Xiji and wait until his injury healed before doing it.

At the moment, he wanted Xiji to get it out as soon as possible, because it was winter and there was no war. But when spring came, those enemies who were ready to make a move would not be so peaceful. If Xiji could get that thing out, it would be of great use.

However, the Night King looked at the scratches on Xiji's face that had not yet healed, the crutches he used to support his walking, and his tightly wrapped feet. The Night King, who was doing whatever he wanted for the first time, hesitated.

Seeing that the Night King remained silent after listening to what he said and instead stared at him in a daze, Xiji asked in some confusion: My lord?

Forget it, nothing. Anyway, the war will not start for a while, so he should wait until Xiji's leg injury heals before bringing up the matter.

Xiji was completely unaware of the heaviness of his words. Seeing that the Night King finally responded, he continued to talk about his plan. I plan to ask the craftsmen to make all the utensils I need first, and then make a batch while it is not too cold, and make another batch of liquor by the way. The liquor will be ready for drinking at this time next year. However, I am a little entangled now. I don’t know if those farmers have so much grain in stock at home, and whether I can buy the several kinds of grain I need.

The paper shop brought him huge profits, so in his opinion, money was not a problem at all. The difficulty was whether he could receive so many things.

The Night King looked at Xiji's high interest and did not interrupt him. Instead, he asked: Do you need that food?

Hearing the Night King's question, Xiji immediately listed the crops that he thought were needed. Some of the sweet potatoes, corn, and wheat were used to make alcohol, and some were used to make wine.

After hearing what Xiji listed, Ye Wang's originally frowned brows relaxed little by little. Finally, looking at Xiji who was worried and didn't know what to do, he curled the corners of his lips and said lightly: No need to buy it.

Hearing his words, Xiji was a little confused. He looked up at him with doubts in his eyes.

Seeing Xiji staring at him like a curious little deer, the Night King's mood obviously became better, so he continued: You can go directly to the warehouse to get these things, you don't need to buy them.

Hearing this, Xiji's eyes lit up. In this era, the Night King was the master of this territory. Those things collected from all directions and put into the warehouse were naturally his property, so how to deal with them was naturally up to him.

But after a moment of happiness, Xiji was still a little conflicted. He looked at the Night King embarrassedly and said: Wouldn’t this be a bad idea? What if there is a famine or other disaster down there? What should we do then?