To paraphrase Blue Star’s saying – practice brings true knowledge!
Let's just talk about population migration. At that time, both Mo Chengjun and Female Sword Master felt that such a large cave would always need enough people to fill and build it, so it was almost inevitable to migrate the population.
This is true, but when population migration really begins, many unexpected situations occur.
There is no way, mortals are just mortals after all, and they cannot do like monks, who "eat wind, drink dew, and live by eating breath".
If you want to live, you must have basic necessities, including food, clothing, housing, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
The survival supplies they need are far more than those of immortal cultivators.
And this cave is not a real world. Although there is no shortage of vegetation and food, there is also plenty of food.
But beyond that?
There is almost nothing, even the tools for plowing the fields.
Even though the Killing Sword Master had already made arrangements and lost two disciples in each village to watch over them, with the construction of villages and the opening of fields, these became limitations to development.
Speaking of this matter, Mo Chengjun actually didn't care much about it before, but after this trip, he felt that if Nanzhan Buzhou really wanted to have a prosperous Tang Dynasty and enjoy the prosperity of the world, it had to solve it.
So, he found Xue Pan!
At this time, Xue Pan couldn't help but stand up after listening to Mo Chengjun's introduction. He kept pacing in front of the water mirror, walking here and there.
From time to time, he would look down at the book in his hand, the book called "Journey to the West", and look through the records about the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Finally, he turned back, looked at Mo Chengjun, and asked, "Brother Mo, just tell me directly what exactly do you want me to do?"
After a pause, he couldn't help but say again: "You are not asking me to build an empire, are you?"
Mo Chengjun blinked, neither refusing nor objecting: "Then it depends on whether you want to do it or not?"
Xue Pan shook his head like a rattle: "I don't want to, and besides, the surname of this prosperous Tang Dynasty is Li, not Xue?"
"Well, if you want to, it's not impossible to have a surname of Xue!"
"Let's forget it. The main reason is that the time is not ripe yet. The entire Nanzhan continent has only such a small population and lacks the foundation to establish a country."
Xue Pan was really sober: "Besides, I have practiced the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills". Now is the time to make vigorous progress. It is not easy to be distracted."
"Then how about forming a caravan?"
Mo Chengjun finally expressed his thoughts: "Use Yunjian City as the center, recruit enough people, bring enough goods, and connect these villages first by doing business.
On the one hand, this allows them to purchase their handicraft products, and on the other hand, it also brings them sufficient daily necessities.
Of course, some supplies in the cave are a little expensive, so I will give you access to the cave.
As for leaving the cave, it's up to you whether you contact the Xue family or look for other caravans to purchase supplies. "
At the end, he added: "As for gold and silver, you don't have to worry about it. Just take my token to the Galaxy Sword Sect to collect it."
"What? You mean, I can still go in and out of the cave at will?"
"Yes! Just pay more attention to safety. Although I am not afraid of outsiders entering the cave, it would be good to have less trouble."
Mo Chengjun nodded and said, "So, what do you think?"
After saying this, Xue Pan did not rush to agree. Instead, he lingered there, seeming very entangled.
Mo Chengjun didn't bother him, he just made tea, tasted tea, and poured another cup for Xue Pan.
It wasn't until a long time later that Xue Pan finally sat down again, took a sip of tea, and then said, "Don't you just see that I'm idle and you have to find something for me to do?"
"Haha, yes! Then you agreed?"
"Okay, as long as you're not afraid of me screwing it up!"
"You're just kidding, you're just building a caravan. You're already good at it, how could you mess it up?"
The matter was finalized at this point, and they discussed some specific details.
For example, the specific size and personnel of the caravan; the specific types of materials that need to be purchased; the escort personnel for the merchants; the currency used for specific transactions, etc.
To be honest, the two of them expanded the required supplies a bit, mainly adding a lot of basic cultivation supplies.
Although the Galaxy Sword Sect was fully prepared for this escape and had everything they needed, they could not sustain the consumption. If they could go out on business, they still had to have some basic cultivation supplies.
In addition, Mo Chengjun gave Xue Pan a few more "Heavenly Reception Orders" and took him on a tour of the fantasy world.
When it comes to communicating information, there is no doubt that the world of magic is convenient and fast enough.
If Xue Pan can train a few capable men and introduce them to the world of illusion, these "Heavenly Reception Orders" will be useful.
Finally, Mo Chengjun also gave Xue Pan a lesson on "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills", which solved a lot of his doubts and also checked the progress of his practice.
As for Mo Chengjun himself, although he is quite diligent in cultivation, he is too distracted and his mind is not focused on body refining. Although he is also diligent, he is not as dedicated as Xue Pan.
Although Xue Pan has not really been in cultivation for a long time, it has already been the second time to cleanse the marrow and exchange blood. His body has reached the limit, and when he raises his hand, he has the strength of a dragon and an elephant, and can carry mountains.
More importantly, he is a pure martial artist. Unlike Mo Chengjun, he never lacks offensive means.
He only has martial arts, so he naturally works within martial arts.
In these aspects, Mo Chengjun was not as good as him. He also gained a lot of martial arts knowledge, which was considered a slight gain.
After some communication, when the sky turned dark, Xue Pan was satisfied.
He was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he wandered around the floating fairy island and went to play by himself.
As for Mo Chengjun, after Xue Pan left, he was entangled by the Wutong Immortal Plant before he could be clean for a moment.
"You, you all lied to me, wuwuwu, a group of people said so well before, but in the end, I was left here alone..."
"You are not trustworthy. There is nothing here except inspiration.
No one is chatting with me, no one is talking to me, I am so lonely, lonely, withdrawn, lonely..."
"Mo Chengjun, you don't care about martial arts. This is your own floating fairy island. You can live on it and see the vastness of the world. How wonderful!
You, you actually left the Galaxy Sword Sect and didn’t come back?
What do you think? "
"I quit. I want to go back to the Galaxy Sword Sect and my Wutong Cave. I don't want to be here anymore. It's too boring!"
In a very short period of time, countless young and noisy voices poured in, and Mo Chengjun also had a headache. It was obvious that this fairy boy had really been holding it in for a long time.
But, move this fairy plant back?
Mo Chengjun would not do this.
Although right now, the Wutong Immortal Strain seems to have no other effect, but it is very effective in stabilizing the cave sky. He has no choice but to use it!
But, do you want him to come back and chat with him when he has nothing to do?
Haha, are you kidding? He would rather read one more book in the Tibetan Dharma Tower!
Of course, things still have to be solved, and there are ways.
"stop!!!"
Mo Chengjun shouted loudly and stopped the Wutong Immortal Plant's nagging. It was not until the 'noise' stopped reaching his ears that he released the spell and asked: "Uncle Fairy Tong, after all, don't you just think that there is no sound here?" Does anyone want to chat with you?"
"It's not that no one is asking me to chat, but is there someone here? Is anyone here? How many days have it been, have I seen anyone?"
"Ahem, yes...but this is simple."
Mo Chengjun snapped his fingers and said: "You know the world of illusion, how about you also enter it?
There, you find someone, and you can chat for as long as you want, as long as no one is killed! "
"Uh, can I go in too?"
"This shouldn't be a big problem."
"Okay, give me that 'receipt order' and I'll go in and take a look. If you're not satisfied, I'll tell you, I still want to go back to Wutong Cave.
There, at least there was Xiao Jinxiu and the others to talk to me. "
Along with the fairy boy's nagging, Mo Chengjun condensed a heavenly receiving order in the void and threw it to the fairy tree.
To be honest, it is a real fairy plant after all. If the fairy boy doesn't want to, it really won't be so easy for him to fall asleep.
The noise in his ears dissipated visibly, and Mo Chengjun was finally clean.
However, he was clean, but what he didn't expect was that there was a tree spirit in the vast and boundless forest of the illusion world.
His favorite thing to do is to trick other people into chatting with him.
It was really nagging enough to make people have the urge to commit suicide. It also formed a forbidden area and left a psychological shadow on countless sect disciples.
This place, I don’t know how many years later, has become one of the top ten forbidden places in the fantasy world.
Of course, at this time, Mo Chengjun was still praising his wit for solving the problem of the Wutong Immortal Plant, and Xue Pan came back after wandering around.
They didn't waste any time and prepared to go back to Galaxy Sword Sect first.
There is no shortage of manpower in the new Yunjian City. I don’t know how many family members and relatives of sect disciples are idle now.
It’s not difficult to recruit a group of people and train them first.
Just before the two were about to leave, Xue Pan suddenly asked: "By the way, what should we name our caravan?"
"How about Wanjie Trading Company?"
Mo Chengjun opened his mouth and came, saying that he was exaggerating about his reputation.
Xue Pan choked up: "Ahem, the question is, where did the Wanjie come from to do business for you?"
"That's true. How about the 'Two Realms Trading Company'? It's also appropriate for Kyushu and Nanzhan Buzhou to run from both ends!"
"Appropriate, very appropriate! That's right, isn't it too high-profile?" Xue Pan couldn't help rolling his eyes: "With your name, you almost point your nose and tell others that I have a cave here?
Just now, weren't you the one who said you should keep a low profile? "
"This, ahem, seems to be the same!"
Mo Chengjun was annoyed: "Forget it, I'll give you the authority of the 'Wanjie Merchant' anyway.
It's up to you to decide what your name is, I don't care. "
"Then Mo's Trading Company?"
"Well, it's not impossible, but is it just so casual?"
The moonlight was hazy, the north wind was howling, and the sound of the two people's conversation was lost in the wind.
Perhaps, even they themselves did not expect that in later generations, the famous 'Wanjie Trading Company', which could do business in all worlds and exchange what was needed, would take its initial shape in just a few words between the two of them.
Of course, as far as Mo Chengjun is concerned, after knowing him for so many years, he actually has an unusual trust in Xue Pan.
Although Xue Pan is not very powerful, at least so far, he has never disappointed Mo Chengjun in anything he has done.
As soon as the caravan matter was finalized, he forgot about it and ignored it.
Excellent managers must learn to delegate authority and let professional people do professional things. Interfering indiscriminately will only make it busier and more chaotic!
Well, he would never admit that this was just laziness. He just had to put all his concentration into the study of the 'Incense Shinto'.
