The heavens start from Maoshan

Here, almost everyone carries a weapon.

However, Zhang Heng found that the law and order here was very good, the stone paved ground was very clean, there was no blood left, and there were no unclaimed roadside bones.

"Beihuang City cannot use weapons."

"Otherwise, not only the troublemakers will be executed, but their tribe will also be punished."

"The Twelve Princes implemented new policies in Beihuang City to encourage trade."

"Every day, many tribes come to trade cattle, sheep and horses in exchange for salt, cloth, spices, and tea."

While walking, Yang Pan told Zhang Heng about the Northern Wilderness.

After walking around, we will soon arrive at Prince Min's Mansion.

Zhang Heng said, "They are all castrated stallions. It seems that the Northern Wilderness tribe is also very wary of you."

Yang Pan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Zhang Heng to understand this.

"Yes, in fact, both sides are prepared."

"For example, we strictly forbid the outflow of ironware, and many tribes in the Northern Wilderness do not allow the outflow of mares and stallions that can be saved."

When Yang Pan said this, he paused: "The next step, we are going to loosen trading restrictions and exchange iron ore for mares and stallions that can be kept for breeding."

Zhang Heng was noncommittal: "This is a double-edged sword. The Central Plains lacks horses, while the Northern Wilderness lacks iron ore. It's hard to say who will benefit from the exchange."

Yang Pan nodded and said: "Yes, the forging technology of the Northern Wilderness Tribe is not as good as ours, but the people in the Northern Wilderness Tribe grew up on horseback, and their riding skills are worse than ours."

After a slight pause, he continued: "Actually, compared to iron mines and horses, craftsmen are more important. If a tribe offers a price, if a craftsman goes to join him, he will reward two gold cakes, two slaves, and three women. It's scary."

Zhang Heng was silent for a while: "This tribe, is it the Longevity tribe?"

Yang Pan nodded: "That's them."

Chapter 248: A True Immortal

Zhang Heng has never been to Beihuang.

Not much is known about the Northern Wilderness Tribe.

But think on your toes.

Two gold cakes, two slaves, and three women are not a small sum.

Central Plains.

Although the remuneration of the craftsmen is good, it is just a matter of food and clothing.

In the Longevity Tribe, artisans are already a privileged class.

As the saying goes, businessmen look for profits and ignore the laws of the country, and ordinary people struggle to survive.

If you are a craftsman, you work hard for a day in the Central Plains, and your labor income is ten big coins.

But in the Longevity Tribe, you can get a hundred, or even a thousand big money, and the salary is ten times, a hundred times that of before, how would you choose.

It doesn't matter if you don't know.

Taking history as a mirror, we can know the past and the present.

In the early years, foreign institutions used ten times the salary to poach a large number of our technical and scientific research talents.

You can think about it. For the same job, the salary can be increased ten times or even a hundred times in a different environment. Can you resist the temptation?

How do you choose between [-] Tang coins a month and [-] euros a month?

You can resist temptation, family.

foreseeable.

Facing the huge amount of money from the Longevity Tribe, there must be many craftsmen who will rush to the Northern Wilderness with their families.

They will bring the advanced forging technology of the Central Plains to quickly bridge the forging gap between the grassland nomads and the farming peoples of the Central Plains.

"Pay attention to craftsmen and talents."

"The Longevity Tribe has a Ming Lord, and his rise is imminent."

Zhang Heng expressed his feelings.

In the Central Plains, wealth was mainly concentrated in the hands of merchants and gentry.

In the countryside, a squire can occupy [-]% of the land in the township.

The whole village is working for him as sharecroppers.

Say turn over, what do you use to turn over.

A few people occupy 90.00% of the wealth and are not willing to share it with others.

In the Longevity Tribe, they are willing to take part of their benefits to subsidize craftsmen and talents, and increase their income and treatment.

Over time, brain drain is certain.

After all, no one is a god, so you have to eat.

"I think so."

"The Changsheng tribe will surely become the enemy of the Central Plains in the future, so I suggested that the twelve princes come to the Northern Wilderness to develop. First, the Northern Wilderness is far away from the hinterland of the Central Plains, so you can hide your strength and bide your time. Second, get in touch with the northern nomads more, so that you can get to know the basics and what will happen in the future." It’s easy to prevent accidents.”

Before rebirth.

Yang Pan led his troops to put down the rebellion everywhere, and finally fought hard to death.

At that time, the Longevity Tribe had already unified the northern tribes, claiming to control millions of strings.

Although Yang Pan didn't see the northern soldiers going south.

But think with your toes, seeing the melee in the Central Plains, it is impossible for the unified Northern Wilderness tribe to have no ideas.

So in Yang Pan's view.

I will face three stages of crisis.

The first crisis is the rise of Hengzhen, the middle crisis is the Central Plains rebellion, and the second half crisis is the nomadic tribe going south.

Right now, Hengzhen Dao began to shrink, shrinking in Xihuang.

Yang Pan also has nothing to do with them for the time being. He can only adjust his thinking, build high cities, accumulate food widely, and slow down the development speed of the Longevity Tribe while developing his strength in the Northern Wilderness.

The effect is still quite obvious.

King Min opened his mansion in Beihuang, and taking advantage of the opportunity to open up trade routes, Yang Pan got in touch with many tribal leaders.

Some tribal leaders are also worried about the growing power of the Longevity Tribe. The two sides hit it off immediately, and there are many places for cooperation.

"Really, the palace is here, please."

Talk while walking.

Prince Min's Mansion came into view.

Under the leadership of Yang Pan, the guards quickly let him go, and Zhang Heng saw King Min who was dressed in ordinary clothes in a short time.

how to say.

King Min looked to be around thirty, but in terms of appearance, he was a bit ordinary.

However, his body is full of qi and blood, so he should also be successful in martial arts.

As for how high, it is not clear.

It should be almost the same as Zhenxihou, or weaker. Such a cultivation level is already very good for a prince.

"But Daoist Zhang?"

Seeing Zhang Heng, Min Wang seemed very enthusiastic: "Xiao Wang has heard about the real person's name for a long time, and he only regrets that he can't meet again."

Zhang Heng said expressionlessly: "You are welcome, King Min. I am here to sit in Beihuang to protect you from the invasion of Beihuang masters. I don't care about other things."

King Min looked happy, bowed down and said: "Thanks to the real person, with the help of the real person, Xiao Wang will have no worries."

After finishing speaking, he said: "The real person came to the Northern Wilderness for the first time, and as the host, Xiao Wang should do his best as a landlord and clean up the dust for the real person."

Zhang Heng directly refused: "People who are poor in the mountains and the countryside don't like prosperity, just arrange a place for me to live in. Others can be avoided if you can. Don't disturb my Qingxiu."

King Min is the prince.

It is not certain that he will ascend to the throne of God in the future.

It is really difficult for Zhang Heng to get close to such a person, and he does not want to get close.

Because they were too close, they might have been used as a gun.

"The real car and horse are tired, there is no rush for the banquet."

Min Wang is a qualified politician.

No matter what Zhang Heng said, he would nod his head and look like I understand, I understand.

Look how slick he is.

Zhang Heng was even more unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface.

"Really, how is this house?"

Seeing that Zhang Heng didn't like King Min very much.

Yang Pan hurriedly stood up to smooth things over, and led him to the backyard of the palace.

This is a separate courtyard in the backyard of the Wangfu.

There are rockery, gardens, attics, and flowing water.

And from here, you can also lead to Beicheng, where merchants gather, half commercial area, half entertainment area, there are many interesting things.

"It's okay, I don't choose."

Zhang Heng looked around and nodded noncommittally.

Hearing this, Yang Pan said from the side: "If the real person feels noisy, I will ask someone to build a temple for the real person on the mountain outside the city. I guess with the real person's foot strength, the trip can only be made in a moment."

"Don't bother."

Zhang Heng shook his head and said: "Tao is cultivated in the busy city of the world, and it is based on the rules and regulations. It is very good here."

Everyone is layman, but layman is not vulgar.

What about monks?

It is not necessary to live in a Taoist temple and wear Taoist robes.

Zhang Heng likes to dress up as a nobleman all day long.

It seems that he seems to be a monk, but he doesn't seem to be, he doesn't focus on the shape, and doesn't pay attention to the outside, that's what a real monk is.

So in many legends.

A beggar can be a real cultivator, a cripple can be a real cultivator, a bearded knight can be a real cultivator, and even a dwarf with a pockmarked face can also be a real cultivator.

True cultivation lies in whether you have the Tao, not in your appearance and clothing.

You don't have to worry about where you live, how many people serve you, and how many dignitaries you know.

The sky is the quilt and the ground is the bed.

Walk around with a sword on your back.

Lu Zu, don't you cultivate for real?

"The real person is indeed a master of words, extraordinary and vulgar."

Yang Pan led Zhang Heng into the courtyard, his words were full of admiration.

To be honest, he really envied Zhang Heng.

Strong strength, many friends, high character, and deep morality.

It is simply a bright light in life, which makes people want to shine with it.

"A real person..."

Zhang Heng has just settled down in the other courtyard of Prince Min's Mansion.

Over there, there was the head of the palace leading eight handsome maids.