No one knew that there was an inconspicuous tribe in the remote Green Flag State. Four Yu people and a monk from the Fan State came to this tribe.
The young monk originally wanted to look for Fu Xiaoguan, but he settled down in this tribe.
He grazed with the men of the tribe during the day, and after returning, he recited scriptures outside the yurt.
The men in the tribe would learn martial arts from Coach Peng at dusk, and listen to the little monk preaching around the campfire at night.
Elder Wanyan Honglie saw all of this. She also listened to the young monk's lectures and felt an unprecedented peace in her heart.
The tribe is getting better off, and it would be even better if the cattle and sheep could be sold in exchange for salt.
The tribe's salt reserves were running low, but the merchants selling illegal salt had not yet arrived.
She was also a little worried. The consequences of not eating salt would be serious. Not to mention growth and development, even survival would be a problem.
The days passed quietly.
Suddenly one day, the grass on the grassland turned slightly yellow, while the sky became bluer and even seemed higher.
Ku Chan rode on the horse, looked at the fat cattle and sheep on the grassland, and then looked at the high blue sky, only to realize that he had been here for three months.
Autumn has arrived.
When the sun set, they returned to the village and found that it was quite lively today, with several unfamiliar faces.
Ku Chan naturally didn't take it seriously. He was just about to meditate and chant as usual, but unexpectedly, Peng Yuyan's little daughter Yu Ruoxing ran over happily.
"Brother Monk, Brother Monk, I have good news for you."
Kuchan grinned: "What good news?"
"Wasn't the elder grandmother worried a few days ago that the tribe was out of salt? Now we have it!"
Ku Chan remembered that the elder's face had been full of worry these days. There were more than 300 people in this tribe, and they could not survive without salt.
Mrs. Peng was also extremely worried about this matter, but they couldn't produce salt. Mrs. Peng seemed to be discussing with the elders yesterday, saying that she was planning to go to the State of Yu. She hadn't set off yet, so where would she get the salt?
"Salt from smuggled traders?"
Yu Ruoxing shook her head. "Those people are from the Xiushan tribe next door. They said our autonomous prefecture produces its own salt! It's, it's an official named Fu, Fu..."
Kuchan's eyes lit up, "Mr. Fu?"
"Ah, yes, yes, it's Fu Xiaoguan. They say this man built a huge salt field in Muyang County, Qingqi Prefecture." Yu Ruoxing spread her arms and said exaggeratedly, "They say the salt field has tens of thousands of workers and produces thousands of kilograms of salt every day."
Kuchan laughed. This guy is really awesome.
"You don't believe it?"
"No, I do."
"Oh, I saw the salt they brought. It's as white as snow, completely different from the salt bricks we used to have in the tribe. The elder tasted it herself and cried with joy."
Ku Chan was stunned. White salt?
How is this possible?
Isn’t green salt the best salt?
He couldn't sit still any longer, so he jumped up and said, "Let's go take my brother to see it."
In the largest yurt in the middle of the village.
Ku Chan saw the people from the Xiushan tribe. They were kneeling in front of a low table with the elders and Coach Peng.
"Aunt Wanyan, I've come here specifically to tell you this good news. The Governor-General has already issued an order that the refined salt will be used primarily to meet the needs of our autonomous prefecture. The remaining salt will be sent to Xinzhou and Lanqi Commercial City for trade."
The middle-aged man took a sip of milk tea and said, "It's almost dark now. Go back tomorrow morning. Don't worry, there really is a huge expanse of white salt. I've seen it with my own eyes. Don't worry, it's all sold out."
"Also, there's another piece of good news. Didn't we just mention Xinzhou and Lanqi Commercial City? Both markets are now open. Our tribe's cattle, sheep, and horses can be traded there."
Wanyan Honglie invited Kuchan to sit down. She asked excitedly, "Isn't Xinzhou... part of the Yu Dynasty? Have they made peace with us again?"
The man laughed and said, "You don't know that Xinzhou is now part of our autonomous prefecture. That Earl of Ding'an is Fu Xiaoguan, the official who founded the salt works. He is the son-in-law of the Emperor of the Yu Dynasty, and Xinzhou was given to him by the Emperor of the Yu Dynasty."
Peng Yuyan lowered her head slightly, her expression darkening. Wanyan Honglie, however, asked in surprise, "This Fu Xiaoguan...why is he helping us?"
"This... I heard from my second cousin, who is now the magistrate of our Muyun County. He said that Fu Xiaoguan is the prince of the Wu Dynasty and will soon ascend the throne as emperor."
"Oh, he was the one who led the Wu Dynasty army to occupy our Huang Kingdom?"
"Hush... Don't say this outside, or it might bring disaster to the tribe. Our Huang Nation was indeed occupied by him, so this autonomous region is the Wu Dynasty's autonomous region. His Royal Highness the Prince is still in the autonomous region, and he has done a lot of things."
Wanyan Honglie grinned, "I don't care who becomes the emperor, as long as he can make life easier for us herdsmen. Tell me what else this prince has done?"
"I heard that he designated our Green Flag State as the main pasture of the autonomous region. This means that our Green Flag State will be the main production area of cattle, sheep and horses in the autonomous region in the future."
"He designated Black Flag State as an agricultural production area, saying its black soil was suitable for growing rice. But my second cousin said it wouldn't be ready for a while. His Highness said we need to cultivate rice seeds suitable for the high-altitude, cold regions of the black soil. I don't understand, and my second cousin said he doesn't understand either."
"And then there's Ziqi Province, the most barren place in the past, with not even much grass. His Highness said that Ziqi Province will be developed into an industrial park, but not for spinning and weaving. Instead, they'll be growing flowers. They'll be planting large quantities of the unique purple flowers found in Ziqi Province, and then using those flowers to produce perfume. My second cousin also doesn't know what perfume is."
"In short, this prince seems very different. Even my second cousin, who only studied a few days and looked down on everyone, admires him greatly. He said... perhaps good times for the barbarians are really coming."
There were more than ten people sitting here, and except for Peng Yuyan and Ku Chan, the others were quite suspicious.
The people of the wilderness have suffered for thousands of years, and have long lost all hope for a better life.
In Wanyan Honglie's eyes, being able to sell cattle and sheep, buy salt, and have some extra money to buy some cloth or something, that was a good life.
But Peng Yuyan and Ku Chan understood that once all of Fu Xiaoguan's measures were implemented, this land would undergo earth-shaking changes within a year at most.
That was a change that was unimaginable to the barbarians living on this land.
I'm afraid that Fu Xiaoguan, who was once hated by many barbarians, will gradually become the greatest king in their hearts!
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