In the years of ancient traders

"No wonder you swaggered into the tribe. It turned out that you wanted to attract all the adults so that you could attack the children!" The chief grabbed the spear from the warrior and pointed it at Yin Sheng.

The soldiers of Yin's family were not vegetarians either, and immediately put their swords on the line.

"Yeah, they didn't attack us." The young chief said, some didn't quite understand the relationship.

The chief ignored him, thinking about whether he should desperately arrest Yin Sheng to change the child, or go to the open space to see the children now.Although the young chief said that they were just eating, the children had no power to restrain them. They were lured to a place with food, and they completely let go of their guard. Isn't it easy to detain them?

"Why is the chief frowning so tightly?" Yin Sheng was pointed at by the spear, but he could still laugh.

He didn't understand what the child said just now, but he could guess a little from what the chief said.Maybe Song Shu and the others used some means to bribe these children.

Before the chief made up his mind, Yin Sheng said again: "Don't stare at me, chief, why don't you go and see the children together before making a decision."

The chief acquiesced to his words, but it was really difficult to move such a large group of people.

In the open space, Song Shu and his dozen or so children and a group of children had a great time eating hot pot.

"Chief!" an unknown child shouted, and Song Shu looked around, only to see a group of people coming out of the dense forest.

These people formed a circle, the swords in the inner circle pointed at the spears in the outer circle, and the spears in the outer circle attacked the swords in the inner circle. Occasionally, they would get out of formation because of passing trees, but they would recover quickly. Let who.

Yin Sheng stood in the eye of the storm, waving his folding fan leisurely, and shouted to Song Anan: "I don't think about my brother even if there is something delicious, I really have no conscience." Song Anan glanced at him, took out a handful of meat from the pot, Put it in the Song Shu bowl.

When the group of people walked out of the dense forest, several soldiers and workers on Song Shu's side stood up.

The older children also felt that the atmosphere was not right, and their father was also in the line, confronting with spears and knives.

The chief glanced at the children. They looked fine and uninjured. However, several of them were oily from eating, and there was a little red oil on their clothes.The people from the Central Plains who ate hot pot with them were all strong and strong. I was too careless. How could I transfer all the adults back to the tribe, and I should keep some of them to look after the children.

It's just that if the members of their tribe are divided into two groups, the fighting power is really not enough.

Just look at their spears, which are still made of bronze. They don't even have any iron tools. How can they fight with others?

"Your Excellency the chief." Song Shu put down the bowl and walked over, "Would you like to have a hot pot together?"

He stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, smiling broadly. Song Anan stood behind him like a door god, watching out for the chief's every move.

It's good to turn the customer into the main.

The chief's heart sank even more.

If Song Shu and the others came directly to ask for someone, they would naturally be passive, but they sent someone to attract their attention first, and then they ate hot pot here, and got together with the children. If he, the chief, came again, he would not become a guest .

Although he is only the chief of a small tribe, he is not timid, so he nodded immediately.

The chief and his warriors formed a half circle, sitting at one end of the fire, and on the other side were Song Ji's workers and Yin's soldiers. A large pot was placed on the fire in the middle, and the hot pot was smoking.

"Yeah, you need to use a sesame oil plate when eating hot pot."

"I picked some meat for you, is it delicious?"

"I like shrimp balls, we can't even get them here!"

When the children saw the adults sitting down, they naturally thought that there was nothing wrong, so they went to find their fathers with their bowls.For such a big event in the tribe, their mothers also followed. After a while, the formation of the two opposing sides became a family reunion table.

"Aye, the hot pot is delicious!" The young chief took some meat for the chief to eat.

"Don't eat!" The chief sat with arms folded, preferring death to submission.

"Your Excellency the chief, don't be stubborn like a donkey, you won't lose a piece of meat if you taste it." Yin Sheng was sitting just two arms away from him, and was also eating hot pot with a bowl.

"Hmph." The chief stopped.

The little chief gave a few more words of persuasion.

Unable to bear his son grinding it, and unable to bear the enticing fragrance, the chief reluctantly took a sip.

Really fragrant!

This taste is strong enough!

good to eat!

When he came back to his senses, he snorted and ate a lot, and even his own children looked at him resentfully: "Aye, you ate mine too."

"Ahem." The chief returned the bowl and chopsticks to him, how could he even be fooled by the Central Plains people.

After a hot pot meal, the children in the tribe had already played hide-and-seek with Song Anan's soldiers.

The chief also had to sit down and talk with Song Shu about releasing people.

"You can let us release them if you want, but these people are very knowledgeable. They have taught the people in our tribe how to read and write, and how to farm the land." The chief said, "If you take the people away, we will How do children learn to speak Mandarin, how to learn to recognize characters? No."

After listening to his words, Song Shu understood the crux of the matter.

He thought it was a tribe of slavery, and the people who stayed here were doing rough work, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"What's so difficult about it? It takes two days to go north to the nearest town. There is my Song Ji's hotpot restaurant in the town. I asked someone to set up a school there. People in your tribe only need to do something for the hotpot restaurant every month. You can go to school if you work as a rough envoy," Song Shu said.

"Really?" The chief looked in disbelief.

This Song Silang took a lot of trouble to recruit rebels, but he agreed so easily?

"As long as you need it, this school can remain open. Similarly, as long as I need it, the road to Rila Mountain must be unimpeded." Song Shu said.

His condition was not unexpected, and the chief quickly agreed.

Later, Song Shu gave him some high-yield corn and wheat seeds, and the chief asked the elders in the tribe who knew how to farm to harvest them so that they could be sown next spring.

After everything was settled, Song Shu also met Wu Shichang and others who were detained.

As the chief said, they were mainly responsible for teaching some farming skills, Mandarin and Chinese characters, and they didn't need to do too much rough work. The whole group looked fair and had no obvious trauma.

Wu Shichang is an old man in the army, and when he saw Yin Sheng, he immediately endured it.

Yin Sheng was also unambiguous, and he checked the pulse of the rescued group of people one by one, and gave up after confirming that nothing happened.

"Wu Shichang, I have wronged you this time." Song Shu said, if it wasn't for the cement, they wouldn't have to be wronged by the prisoners.

"Song Silang doesn't need to do that. His subordinates know the benefits of this cement, but they just tried their best." Wu Shi said long.

"I shouldn't bother you anymore, but I still have something to do. I hope Wu Shichang can make a trip for me." Song Shu said.

"The talent is good. I have to go back to Linzhou to cultivate. How can I run around here and there." Yin Sheng said.Shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Thank you, Second Young Master, for your concern. I have nothing to do with my subordinates. Please show me Song Silang." Wu Shi said long.He has been with Song Shu for these years, and he knows that he is not the kind who likes to torment his subordinates, so he must have his reasons for speaking at this time.

"Going south from here, there is a place called Champa, where there is a kind of Champa rice, which is very productive." Song Shu said, "If Wu Shichang can bring its seeds back, it will be a great event for the benefit of the world. .”

"Is there such a thing?" Yin Sheng asked back.He had only known Song Shu for a few days, so he didn't quite believe it.

However, the workers of Song Ji and the soldiers of the Yin family have seen Song Shu's power, and they are all convinced now.Even the chief of the Lila tribe and a few warriors joined together: "Song Silang, I would like to send a few warriors to go there. If you go further south, you won't be able to understand the official language, but our tribe's language is somewhat similar to theirs."

"That's really a big thank you to the chief." Song Shu was not polite, he knew that the chief was also interested in Champa, and it would be okay to have a few more things of this kind of mutual benefit.

After a night's rest, Wu Shichang went south with ten soldiers and four warriors from the Lila tribe.Song Shuanan bid farewell to the tribe and went north to return to Linzhou City.

A group of people returned to Linzhou with several carts of stone materials, which caused quite a commotion.

Linzhou Mu Linyuan visited Song Zhai immediately.

Since Song Shu came to Linzhou, there have been more people in Linzhou, business has improved, and his political achievements have also been rising steadily.Moreover, Song Ji acts in a low-key way, and pays attention to making money with harmony. With such a merchant, he, the state shepherd, does not know how much he can save his heart.

So in front of Song Shu, he didn't take any airs of officialdom, for fear that the God of Wealth would be unhappy and vote for another family.

This time Song Shu came back with a lot of stone materials, and the new workshop was also under construction, so he guessed that Song Ji was going to make a big move again.

"Building roads?" Lin Yuan guessed that he would make a big move, but he didn't expect it to be this big.

"Yes, I want to build a straight road from the port of Luzhou to Linzhou. Linzhou extends in all directions, and it is very convenient to go to all parts of the Jianghuai River, but it is not connected to the sea. If this straight road is built, there will definitely be more ships calling at Luzhou. There will also be more merchants transiting through Linzhou, which will be of great benefit to both states." Song Shu said.

"This is inevitable." Lin Yuan has already drawn the shape of this straight road in his head. Not only Linzhou City and Luzhou Port, but all the villages and counties that this road passes will undergo major changes.

"But this matter is really not for me as a merchant to decide. I hope Master Lin will talk to Luzhou Zhou Muyan to allow Song to build this straight road." Song Shu said.

"Of course, Luzhou Zhoumu also has some friendship with the lower officials. I believe he will agree to such a good thing."

With the support of the state herdsman, Song Shu felt relieved, and the road construction must be able to start as scheduled.

This is a big event, and within a few days, the news spread to the people.

It is possible that the villages and county towns adjacent to Zhidao are very happy. With such a road, not only they can travel conveniently, but also have more opportunities to do business.Song Silang is really a man of great righteousness. This road construction cost a lot of money, and there is no return. Since ancient times, only officials are willing to do it.

And this Song Silang either didn't make a move, and when he made a move, it turned out to be such a long straight path. I don't know how many people and places he can benefit!

However, not everyone is so happy.

In the yard of the village chief's house in Youli Village, several people gathered. It looked like they were not from the same family, but they all had sad faces.

"This Song Silang, what's wrong with him, what kind of road is he building, isn't this a mess?"

"Hey, those pieces of land in our house are all newly reclaimed. Once the road is built, won't it disappear?"

"Your family only has two acres of land, but mine has seven or eight acres. Am I in a hurry?"

"Village chief, think of a way, why don't you ask Xiangzheng to speak to the county magistrate? This road must not be built!"

"Shut up." The village chief frowned, very upset.

These people came to cry early in the morning, which made his food unsatisfactory.

"At the end of the day, all of you are private fields that are cultivated privately and cannot be included in the official roster. What name do you want the township to use to speak to the county lord? Besides, even if the lord of our county is willing, will other counties agree? This is straightforward. I know how many people are looking forward to it!"

"Then what should I do?"

"Otherwise, the way of the county master will not work, so we will follow Song Silang's way."

"Song Silang? Can you persuade him not to build roads?"

The eyes of those who were frowning suddenly lit up, staring at the person who spoke.

"You heard me, my distant cousin works in Song Ji, and heard that Song Silang's younger brother has come here recently. Although the man is tall and big, he doesn't talk much, he looks like a fool, Song Silang can take care of him He even cooks for him himself. As long as we tie him up, why can't he threaten Song Silang?" the man asked.

"It makes sense!"

"It works."

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