Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Ever since Lian Ti met Song Qingyuan for the first time, he had that indifferent and gentle appearance.

Therefore, this was the first time he saw Song Qingyuan show his sharpness unabashedly.

Lian Ti couldn't help looking at each other with burning eyes.

If there was any substance in his gaze, he frequently swept across Song Qingyuan's face.

Song Qingyuan was annoyed by him, and stood up impatiently.

He took two pieces of Hubing wrapped in oiled paper from the horseback, and he waved it provocatively before Lian Ti's eyes, and asked, "Would you like to eat it?"

Jiang Duo specially ordered someone to bake this mustard cake because he was afraid that his stomach would be uncomfortable in the morning.Wrapped properly in a thick pocket, it still emits heat until now.

Lian Tiben rushed back after running all night, and accompanied Song Qingyuan to this place without taking time to rest. He was already hungry.How can I resist the temptation of the soft and delicious Hubing in front of me.

Seeing that the other party finally focused on the mustache in his hand, Song Qingyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

I don't know where Lian Ti conjured up two pots of kumiss.The two drank wine like this, and ate up the mustache.

It was already daylight.

Song Qingyuan glanced at the bright red sun in the distance, got up and patted the grass clippings on his body, and suggested to Lian Ti, "Go back?"

"Okay." Lian Ti nodded, and brought back the two horses that were grazing not far away.

Song Qingyuan suddenly realized that since he came to Mobei, Lian Ti seemed to have led him many times.

Such things as leading horses have always been done by servants, but he, a majestic king of Mobei, did it very naturally.

Song Qingyuan was about to refuse, but the reins had already been handed to him.His lips moved slightly, but he finally took back the refusal.

"You have received the education that everyone is equal since you were a child. Don't be poisoned by this kind of dross thinking."

Song Qingyuan meditated several times in his heart, finally convinced himself, took the reins, and left this hill side by side with the king of Mobei who was supposed to be aloof.

When the two came, they made a big circle, coming from the side of the mountain range.It was only because it was dark at that time that I didn't notice the surrounding scene.

Therefore, it was not until the way back that Song Qingyuan saw the endless mountains in the distance.

Seeing Song Qingyuan frequently looking at the mountains behind him, Lian Ti simply stopped his horse, pointed to a towering snow mountain they had seen when passing by, and introduced to the people beside him: "The snow mountain behind you is the holy mountain in Mobei. , where the Heavenly Wolf God of Mobei lives."

Song Qingyuan turned his head and looked in the direction of Lian raised his finger.

I saw the snow peaks in the distance covered with a layer of brilliant tulle by the newborn red sun, reflecting each other with the vast grassland.

Lian Ti's voice rang in his ears.

"The snow on the top of the mountain never melts all year round, but the climate in the valley is like spring all the year round. The sea dongqing you saw before lived in that valley before."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Qingyuan couldn't help being very curious about the sacred mountain mentioned by Lian Ti.

When he spoke again, his tone was obviously a little excited, "Then can we go to Shenshan to see it now?"

Even mentioning the words, he laughed and said: "Have you ever heard a sentence, Your Highness?"

"What?" Song Qingyuan was a little puzzled.

"Wangshan is a dead horse, Your Highness." Lian Ti shook his head, and glanced at the snow-capped mountains that seemed to be not far away from them with a smile, "From here to Langshen Mountain, Your Highness, this horse will have to run for at least three days without sleep. Three nights will do."

Song Qingyuan didn't expect that the snow-capped mountains not far from them would be separated by such a long distance.He withdrew his gaze regretfully, and said softly, "Forget it then."

Looking at the obvious disappointment in his eyes, Lian Ti seemed to be out of control, and said without thinking: "Wait until tomorrow, this king will take His Highness over there to have a look."

Hearing this, Song Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Even if the horse speeds up, it will take six or seven days to go back and forth.

But it was not too long before they left Muhe Tribe.Song Qingyuan had to make arrangements for many matters during this period, so how could he have a few days free to enjoy the scenery.

Song Qingyuan glanced at Lian Ti who was still waiting for his explanation, and said in a serious tone: "There are still many important things to do, let's go when we have time in the future."

Lian Ti also realized their current situation, stopped talking, just nodded, and followed the route they came back to Muhe Tribe.

Except for the accompanying army and Song Qingyuan, the rest of the Muhe tribe didn't even mention the purpose of this trip, they only thought that he was leaving temporarily.

Therefore, apart from slaughtering a few more cattle and sheep to welcome them and their group, the woods and grasslands still looked busy and peaceful.

"What do you mean by the large-scale production and the establishment of trade points that your Highness told me about?" After a day of rest, Lian Ti appeared in Song Qingyuan's account to discuss the follow-up plan with him.

In Song Qingyuan's eyes, the lifestyle of the Muhe tribe, which migrates by water and grass every year and depends on the sky for food, is definitely not a long-term solution.

One is that it is not conducive to the jurisdiction of the royal court, and the other is that the ability of this model to resist risks is also very poor. Once this year's climate is abnormal or some natural disaster suddenly occurs, they will lose the grassland they depend on for survival.

Not only that, but the current wood and grassland is not a good place with rich water and grass.

Therefore, according to Song Qingyuan's plan, the Muhe Tribe might as well give up grazing directly, turn to agricultural product processing, and use its special geographical location to develop commerce.

But this plan is a big project after all, and it is also very difficult to implement.So it's just an idea for now.

After hearing Song Qingyuan's plan, Lian Ti frowned and thought for a long time.

When the tea in Song Qingyuan's cup was almost empty, he finally said, "Does Your Highness know the risks of this move?"

The current way of life has been followed by the residents of the Muhe tribe for more than a hundred years.

Even though the former king of Mobei invaded most of their pastures, they did not change them.

This move can be described as extremely risky.

Song Qingyuan naturally knew what Lian Ti was worried about.

He sighed and explained: "This kind of migration year after year is not a long-term solution. If Mobei can be unified for a long time, the people must be stabilized first. I don't intend to let the people give up the existing ones immediately. Livelihood. This matter will not be accomplished overnight. When the trade with the Southern Zhou Dynasty stabilizes, it will not be too late to plan this matter."

In the past, they had to choose this kind of life, but if they could have a stable residence, the people would not want to migrate endlessly on the grassland every year.

Lian Ti naturally understood this truth, stopped refuting, and quietly listened to Song Qingyuan's follow-up plan.

"It's too early to think about those things now. Let's expand the existing workshops and recruit people who don't have cattle and sheep to work." Song Qingyuan said.

"It's feasible, but relying on the existing things alone, I'm afraid it won't be able to attract the caravans from the Southern Zhou Dynasty." Lian Ti spoke while thinking.

This is just the beginning, Song Qingyuan thought.These alone are not enough.

But his plan was too labor-intensive to explain, not to mention that he was not sure that he could fully implement it now.

I can only take one step at a time.

Song Qingyuan nodded, and handed Lian Ti the drawings he had drawn earlier, which showed the appearance of the workshop he planned to build.

In addition to the existing meat floss production, this workshop also includes the planned production of beef jerky and dried meat.

"When preparing for large-scale production in the future, we can also follow this construction." Song Qingyuan explained aloud.

"The cost of the equipment in His Highness's drawings seems a bit too high." Lian Ti had already had a detailed understanding of the current situation with Amur before coming here, so he naturally knew that Song Qingyuan had developed a novel thing during this period of time.

And on this blueprint, there are more than one or two devices similar to the meat grinder. Although I don't know their specific uses, just by looking at them, I know that the cost is not low.

But under the current situation, it is definitely not possible to implement this kind of assembly line production on a large scale. In the early stage, it still depends on the workshops established by the tribal people themselves.

Song Qingyuan sighed. Although the meat grinder is good, the cost is also high.

Of course he understands the concerns that Lian mentioned.Refined iron is too expensive, and there are too few craftsmen. Every step hinders Song Qingyuan's desire to implement the meat grinder.

Although it is not possible to implement such a device now, who says there will be no way to solve these difficulties in the future?

The reason why refined iron is too expensive is nothing more than the poor quality of the ore mined from the iron mines in Mobei.

Although the former needs to improve iron smelting techniques and tactics, it is not a one-day achievement.But the latter is still easy to fix.

Nowadays, most of the craftsmen's skills are learned from teachers and passed down from generation to generation.Sometimes a craftsman only has a few apprentices in his lifetime.

According to this method of training craftsmen, I don't know how long it will take to improve the productivity level of Mobei.

But what if a school could be built?Aren't the craftsmen he brought with him ready-made teachers? .

Hearing Song Qingyuan's plan, Lian Ti couldn't help but froze in place.

In the past, he only knew that those academies and schools in the Central Plains would teach students the principles of the Four Books and Five Classics and being an official.But I never thought that the academy can also be used to train craftsmen?

Song Qingyuan saw the surprised expression on his face, chuckled lightly, and comforted him: "Don't be so limited in thinking, who stipulated that the academy can only teach the thinking of saints?"

Lian Ti thought about it and said, "However, would those craftsmen be willing?"

After all, in his impression, the skills of those craftsmen are strictly kept secret.Can they be willing to teach students?

Song Qingyuan smiled, he had considered this matter long ago.

In this era, the social status of craftsmen is not very high, and keeping one's technology secret is nothing more than giving future generations a way to make a living.

After all, there is no land for a craftsman, if there is no technology, then survival will become a problem.

But there are no such rules in Mobei, and naturally there is no so-called "scholar, farmer, businessman" class status division.

Without the pressure of life, craftsmen naturally don't need to hide their craftsmanship.

During the time when he came to Mobei, Song Qingyuan could often see the artisans accompanying him sitting around, fighting for a certain technology.

What's more, writing a book now is the treatment that only the highly respected Confucianists have.If it is a class teaching, Song Qingyuan needs to organize people to write their skills into the teaching materials, which can be described as a huge temptation for them.

May I ask among them, who doesn't want to be famous through the ages and be remembered by future generations?

Seeing Song Qingyuan's confident appearance, Lian Ti subconsciously agreed to his plan.

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