Qin Yun stood up with King Li and came to a stilted building.
King Li took out the green incense and bowed to a bronze elephant with horns and said: "This is the hero of our Li people. A thousand years ago, the Jiu Li people migrated here. He led his people to overcome obstacles and open up a life passage in the vast mountains. "
"In the past, this place was not called Luochuan, but Jiuli Country. The descendants are incompetent, and now they can only live in a corner!"
Qin Yun frowned slightly and said seriously: "Does King Li want to establish a country? Please forgive me for not being able to agree!"
King Li smiled: "There are only tens of thousands of people in our Jiuli tribe. Founding a country is purely wishful thinking! Moreover, there are tribes with thousand-year-old families in ancient times, but have you ever seen a thousand-year dynasty?"
"Our Jiuli people's hero once said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility! Now, this land and the mountains are our home."
"Jiuli people just want a place to live!"
Qin Yun smiled: "King Li is quite transparent. It's not difficult. Daxia covers everything. As the saying goes, friends come with good wine, enemies come with powerful crossbows!"
"Well, when friends come, there is good wine. Do you know why I like you?" This time King Li said it very directly.
Qin Yun shook his head: "Prince Li, please speak out!"
Prince Li looked at Qin Yun thoughtfully: "Back then, I also got a promise from a prince, but it's a pity that times have changed!"
Qin Yun's heart sank. He knew who King Li was talking about. Ever since Wang Menghu came to his door, Qin Yun had been mentally prepared.
But the biggest problem is that he himself is very confused. After all, the cheap father-in-law Shen Wansan said that if he was really the son of Prince Liang, would he keep him with his character?
Obviously, the twists and turns are worth exploring.
Qin Yun shook his head. If he kept cutting and sorting it out and it was still messy, then he wouldn't care!
Now he has Tiecun Village in western Sichuan, a sugar factory on Qiongzhou Island, and a series of other industries. He is no longer the good-for-nothing prince who just woke up and has no friends.
Those people had better be helping him, otherwise, hum...
Looking at Qin Yun who was deep in thought, Li La resumed her conversation: "I won't mention the past. The old man's gift is behind this bronze elephant. Your Highness, Prince Liang, please take it for yourself!"
Qin Yun stepped forward curiously, walked around behind him, and took a closer look, only to find that there was actually a map carved on the back of the bronze statue.
King Li looked far away: "This is the safe passage that Li people have spent countless lives exploring over thousands of years leading directly to Longxi!"
Qin Yun took a deep breath. You must know that this is an ancient time when there were many poisonous insects and beasts. For ordinary people, miasma can kill people.
Moreover, the journey from western Sichuan to Longxi passes through large and small mountains, as well as various depressions and swamps. If you don’t know a safe route, going straight ahead is courting death.
This is why since ancient times, although Longxi and Luochuan are next to each other, they can only go around Poyangguan, or go west to southern Yunnan and then to Longxi.
To put it bluntly, the Li people probably sacrificed thousands or even more of their clansmen for this map!
With Qin Yun's memory, he could remember it in his mind at a glance.
Qin Yun solemnly raised his hand: "As long as I am here, the Jiuli tribe will be Daxia's friend!"
King Li stroked his beard and laughed: "With your words, I am satisfied."
"Your Highness, it's getting late and it's time to hurry up. I wish your Highness a safe journey!"
Qin Yun cupped his hands again, turned and left.
…
The next day, Qin Yun took the pseudonym Huang Gongzi and left Jiuli Village with two ugly maids and a coachman.
Of course, there is also a cart of Jiuli’s newly produced Haili wine.
On the basis of Qin Yun's distilled wine, Jiuli people brewed sorghum wine, rice wine, corn wine, and fruit wine according to different brewing raw materials.
It is said that Haili wine was prepared by King Li based on the secret recipe passed down by the Jiuli tribe. It has the effect of nourishing yin and replenishing yang.
Upon hearing this effect, Qin Yun pulled a cart without saying a word and drank slowly on the road...
Of course, it's also for better disguise.
Before leaving, Qin Yun also left messages and codes for Yang Yong and others, asking them to send people to explore the road.
According to what King Li said, there would be no problem for a small army to pass through that road.
But there are still many uncertain dangers.
After all, the swamp is not static, even if there is a map, someone who is familiar with the local terrain needs to lead the way.
In fact, Qin Yun had already considered using the Jiuli tribe for his own use.
Considering that all the people of the Jiuli tribe are soldiers, they can at least contribute 10,000 soldiers to him.
If they were to be equipped with modern firearms, even in small quantities, and go around the secret passage to Longxi, directly cutting off the Iron Wolf King's retreat, the scene would not be too beautiful!
But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. Luochuan produces medicinal materials and food, but it lacks iron ore.
Even if there were, it would be impossible to mine in those high mountains.
Under the current conditions, when Qin Yun armed 10,000 people, the entire capital might have been massacred two or three times.
Of course, Qin Yun was not stingy. He promised to give the Jiuli tribe 300 guns to form a musketry team. Let’s talk about other things later when conditions are met.
King Li was naturally very happy. After all, with this weapon in his hands, which was countless times more powerful than the crossbows in the army, the people of Jiuli would no longer have to worry about being cannibalized by the Western Sichuan family.
…
Seven days later, Qin Yun and others headed south, taking the only plank road from western Sichuan to southern Yunnan, and arrived at Xingyuan, the first town in southern Yunnan.
In fact, calling it a town is a bit high-end. It is all a thatched stilt structure unique to the Southwest, with people living on top and livestock raising below.
The town is built along the mountains and rivers. There are salt fields on the river banks. The townspeople use special wooden buckets and baskets to carry salt water from the wells to the fields to dry the salt.
Behind them were overseers who were whipping with whips.
"Hurry up, Master said, no one is allowed to eat until we finish tonight!"
"Pa~~"
The whip struck a group of slaves with numb expressions. Their backs were scarred and they didn't know what resistance meant!
When the little medical fairy saw this scene, she was filled with anger and geared up.
Jiang Yingying on the side looked at the children carrying small backpacks in the salt field and whispered unbearably: "My lord, they are so pitiful!"
Qin Yun shook his head: "There are many poor people in this world. We can save them for a while, but we cannot save them forever!"
The little medical fairy on the side snorted coldly: "I think you are a coward and a coward!"
"Uncle Lang, save people!"
Qin Yun sighed, this little girl, with such a kind heart, will suffer a loss sooner or later when she goes out.
However, there is a saying that to save people, you must also pay attention to methods.
Qin Yun grabbed the little medical fairy who rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go to the salt field, and then said to Lang Ada: "Violence is not the only way to solve the problem!"
"Watch it carefully!"
Qin Yun took a bag from the car, came to the edge of the salt field, opened the money bag, took out an ingot of snowflake silver, and threw it into the salt field.
"Hey guys over there, I'm interested in these slaves. Do you want to sell them?"
The whip-wielding supervisor was stunned, looked at Qin Yun's clothes, and asked in half-baked Daxia Mandarin: "Are you from the Central Plains, from western Sichuan?"
Qin Yun: "Yes, I am from Daxia Jiangnan. I am passing by here and want to sell a few slaves for fun!"
The man stared at Qin Yun's money bag, not hiding his greed at all.
"Okay, ten thousand taels of silver per person!"
Qin Yun frowned: "Ten thousand taels, this is not what you do in business, brother, aren't they just a few slaves?"
The man chuckled lightly: "They are not ordinary slaves, but salt slaves who have been cultivating salt for generations. Boy, I think you are so rich, you don't need the ten or twenty thousand, right?"
Qin Yun patted the dust on his butt: "Forget it, I won't buy it!"
The man's eyes turned cold: "If you come to me, you have to pay me whether you want to buy something or not. This is the rule in southern Yunnan!"
Qin Yun sneered: "What if I don't buy it?"
The man looked at the three people behind Qin, and there were two women. Although they were ugly, they had good figures, so they might be able to sell them for a good price.
The man chuckled and said, "I suspect you are a spy sent by Luochuan. Come on, take this beast down!"
The little medical fairy on the side rolled up his sleeves and said sarcastically: "Violence is not the only way to solve the problem, but it is also the simplest and most direct way!"
"Lang Ada, come on!"
Seeing that this little girl was about to rush down, Qin Yun hurriedly grabbed the back of her neck, like a kitten with its teeth and claws dancing.
"let me go!"
At this time, Jiang Yingying silently walked to Qin Yun's ear and whispered something. Qin Yun's heart trembled, but he slowly put down the little medical fairy.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in such a situation!"
The little medical fairy's eyes turned red: "How can a person like you, who comes from a wealthy family like you, understand the sufferings of the world?"
After saying that, he took out bottles and cans from his small purse, looking like he was ready to fight.
Qin Yun pinned her behind him: "I'll do it!"
