I Became a Sugar Mama to an Ancient General during a Famine! - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: The Graceful Young Master

The Barbarian Army’s commander-in-chief, Luo ge, vanished after the last battle.

As Chen Wu speculated, he was either blown to pieces or gravely wounded and unconscious.

This was welcome news for the Zhan family army.

Clatter…

Several tablets, power banks, charging cables, solar panels, solar night lights, USB fans, electric shavers, voice-activated desk lamps, and ten large solar-powered fans… all tumbled onto the table.

Most eye-catching were the already-opened tablets.

Zhan Chengyin activated one and opened the memo app.

The memo read: 「I bought ten tablets and ten phones. The phones are like the tablets, just more portable.」

「The tablets are pre-loaded with modern military knowledge. Use Bluetooth pairing to transfer data between devices.」

「There’s a video tutorial on using Bluetooth transmission.」

「One Apple tablet is for Mo Fan, loaded with Chinese chess, Go, and Gomoku games for his leisure time.」

「Mount the solar lights on city walls and streets. Solar panels need full-day sun exposure; lights activate automatically at night.」

「Electric shavers for grooming—one per person.」

「Desk lamps, flashlights, small fans, solar panels, tablets, and chargers… each person gets a complete set.」

「Use solar charging when batteries deplete.」

Mo Fan, naturally curious and receptive to novelty, eagerly unpacked a small fan.

With half its battery remaining, he pressed the switch, and a cool breeze caressed his face.

Delighted, he exclaimed, “Marvelous! It generates wind automatically. How convenient! I’m keeping this!”

He promptly pocketed it, and the other soldiers didn’t object. After all, he was just a pampered young noble from the capital.

Originally slated for battle duty, he’d been pulled back by Zhan Chengyin. Having never even killed a chicken, he’d likely tremble at actual combat and become a liability.

Better he stay unharmed—an injured noble would be difficult to explain to the Empress Dowager.

Though his military rank demanded battlefield presence, his elite guard Jiang Ye led the charges in his stead.

Despite his frivolous nature, Mo Fan quickly took to new gadgets. He found his tablet and headphones, instinctively knowing how to connect them.

Upon opening the music app and playing a song, he was astounded.

Music playing by itself! And such powerful sound from tiny earphones!

When he brought them to his ears—

Whoa! Such ethereal music, like divine melodies.

Truly, this was a realm of wonders.

His heart filled with wonder, Mo Fan next discovered the electric shaver. After studying the instructions briefly, he mastered its use.

The device hummed to life, and as he glided it across his chin, the scruffy young master transformed back into a refined, handsome youth.

“What an extraordinary device!” he exclaimed.

Without concern for proper distribution, he snatched two more shavers from the table, pressing one each into the hands of Zhuang Liang and Jiang Ye.

After meticulously counting the remaining items—noting ten of each—he grew bolder. He claimed a tablet for himself and distributed two phones to his attendants.

Power banks, charging cables, solar panels, USB fans, voice-activated lamps… he helped himself to three sets of everything.

Finally, he selected a solar-powered floor fan.

Following the manual, he directed Jiang Ye to mount the solar panel on the roof and connect it to the fan below.

With a flick of the switch, the fan whirred to life.

Cool air swept through the room, drawing everyone around it in fascination.

“Such ingenious craftsmanship!”

“Imagine—powered by mere sunlight! What sorcery is this?”

“Even horses need feeding to run, yet this device needs only sunlight to spin. Unprecedented!”

“Truly divine technology!”

“How wonderful! No more sweating through the night!”

Mo Fan turned to Zhan Chengyin, “This one’s yours—I’m taking mine home.”

He selected a pristinely packaged unit and thrust it into Zhuang Liang’s arms.

“Take this. We’ll install it at the residence.”

Observing Mo Fan’s acquisitive behavior, Chen Kui unwrapped his own fan and instructed his deputy to install the solar panel above.

With fans at both ends of the room, cool breezes reached every corner, benefiting all present.

These divine gifts proved remarkably practical—exactly what they needed.

Beyond the personal devices, over a hundred solar lights arrived.

Zhan Chengyin immediately ordered their installation along the four city walls, spacing them every ten meters.

The remaining lights found homes in the command room, at camp entrances, and near the warehouses.

Of the final ten, originally meant for the generals, Chen Wu redirected his share to his elder brother Chen Kui.

“The seamstresses toil through the night on uniforms,” he explained. “Without proper light, they’ll ruin their eyes.”

“These lamps will protect their vision as they work.”

Zhan Chengyin approved, instructing Chen Kui to install them promptly in sunlit locations.

As everyone gathered their allocated items and prepared to depart, Zhan Chengyin called Chen Kui back.

“Deputy General Chen, wait. The first batch of divine materials has arrived—I’ll accompany you home.”

He retrieved the tablet intended for Madam Chen.

“The gods included sewing machines, and this tablet contains instructional videos. Let the seamstresses study them.”

He added a desk lamp, fan, flashlight, and solar charger to the gift.

Chen Kui hadn’t expected such consideration for his wife.

“General, she won’t disappoint you with the uniforms,” he said gratefully.

“I trust her completely,” Zhan Chengyin replied.

As they rode toward Chen’s residence, he reported, “Two thousand seamstresses have registered, but… the mansion can only accommodate a few hundred.”

“The rest?”

“They’ve requested to work from home, but my wife fears material theft.”

“These are divine gifts—not even a thread can go missing.”

Zhan Chengyin considered this. “Are the houses behind your estate vacant?”

Chen Kui’s eyes lit up. “Yes! The merchant homes—they fled when the barbarians attacked.”

“Perfect—we’ll requisition them. Get more seamstresses working immediately. We need those uniforms as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, General!”

At the mansion entrance, Madam Chen waited with her household. Seeing the approaching riders, she offered a graceful bow.

“General, we’ve completed two hundred uniforms in two days. They’re ready for delivery to camp.”

In just two days, they had made two hundred uniforms—an impressive pace.

No wonder Chen Wu had mentioned that the seamstresses were burning the midnight oil to complete the uniforms.