Chapter 435 Spices

Jincheng.

It's windy and cold in Longxi. Outside the Great Wall, there are swamps and trees, and at the node of a long road, an isolated city suddenly protrudes.

The earthen city wall is winding and not completely completed. There are a large number of corvee workers around it who stop at noon.

Most of the city consists of low thatched huts, connected by rough dirt roads, and the layout is chaotic. Residents in the city scattered their belongings in their yards and dirt roads.

Some are fish and meat being dried, some are clothes being dried after washing, and some are utensils in clay pots... Although it is chaotic, it is full of nascent vitality.

Walking along the dirt road, the original palace city area of ​​Mokdu has been transformed. At this time, soldiers guard the city gate. The water flows through the long bridge in front of the city gate. From the inside, you can see rows of soldiers' houses. Unlike the houses outside, the tight walls are enough to withstand wind and cold, and the wooden roof can also prevent rainwater from penetrating.

Even in the cold winter, these houses are enough to provide a warm and comfortable living atmosphere.

Most of the people living in these military buildings are Zhao Shuang's tribe, equipped with soldiers and armor, guarding the city.

Next to the military building, separated by a wall, was the government office, and not many people could be seen at this time.

Further inside, there is the only building area in the entire city that is made entirely of tiles and stones. It is also the most important storage area in the city.

Xin Zhao stood in front of a granary, and soldiers were urging the slaves to move the dried fish and meat into the granary. Most of these concubines were soldiers and people of Mokdu, who were captured after the defeat.

War can create a large number of slaves, and only a few of them can escape their fate. And these few people are mostly beauties with outstanding appearance, craftsmen and people with special talents.

Xin Zhao took a step forward and entered the granary, where rows of newly refined earthen jars were displayed, containing freshly collected cow and goat milk.

Seeing Zhao Xin coming, a man with chestnut hair and a shiny face trotted over with a smile and flattery on his face.

"grown ups!"

"Zhente, are these just collected cow and goat milk?"

Zhente was from Guifang. He was of humble origin and had been afraid of the battlefield since he was a child. However, he was good at animal husbandry and was proficient in the Qin people's words. So naturally, he was appointed by Zhao Xin to tame the tens of thousands of cattle and sheep sold here from Yueshi.

"Yes, we just collected it this morning. I personally took care of it and supervised the lazy slaves who squeezed it out of the ewe's vagina. It's very fresh. Do you want to try it, sir?"

"I can't get used to drinking this stuff." Xin Zhao waved his hand, "The milk of these animals goes rancid easily. Most of the soldiers can't get used to drinking it. They can only sell it to Hu merchants passing by in the city, but there are still some leftovers. It’s a lot, is there any way to deal with it?”

Zhente thought for a while and said.

"You can follow the Huns and make these into milk wine or cheese. In this way, they can be stored for a longer period of time."

"Do you know this?"

"I have several slaves under me. They are all chefs who used to make milk and cheese for Mokdu."

"Okay, do it as soon as possible."

Xin Zhao nodded and walked out. There are many granaries in the entire storage area, which store different foods. In addition to meat, there are also a large amount of grains and millets, a small amount of wine and sauces shipped from Guanzhong, melons, fruits, spices, etc. from Yueshi. Salt……

Going inside the granary, it's much cooler and it's the arsenal. Xin Zhao saw the oncoming warehouse chief.

"How many granaries are in use at the moment?"

"It's 30% full."

"There will be a batch of grain shipped from Guanzhong in the near future. You should be careful to reserve it."

"There are more than ten thousand cattle and sheep outside the city, and the cultivated fields have also produced a small harvest. We can't use so much food and weapons with just a few hundred soldiers in the city. Why do you need to transport so much grain?"

"Your Majesty has an order. There are Xiongnu in the north and Yueshi in the west. It is surrounded by Qiang and Hu. It is also outside the Great Wall. It should be stocked with reserves and the city fortified in case of emergencies."

"promise!"

The entire warehousing area is divided into inner warehouses and outer warehouses. As a hub for trade operations, a large amount of goods will be temporarily stored in the outer warehouses of the warehousing area.

As a hundred carts of goods headed west to Yuezhi, the outer warehouse became much empty. However, Xin Zhao was holding on for a while, and it was time for the caravan to turn around.

A loud horn sounded.

Xin Zhao climbed up to the high tower in the palace city and looked into the distance. A large convoy was rushing here, escorted by hundreds of soldiers. Herders along the way drove their cattle and sheep out of the way.

Compared with when they left, the size of the caravan was larger. In addition to pack horses, there were many more camels.

"Are you finally back?"

Xianyang.

When the caravans returning from Yueshi brought a large amount of exotic goods, there was a craze in Xianyang City to buy goods from the Western Regions.

The silk, lacquer plates, bronzes and other goods transported from Guanzhong to Yuezhi were sold at high prices in the Yuezhi Royal City. The huge profits allowed the caravan to buy back furs, jade, medicinal materials, spices, and more than a dozen camels from Yuezhi and the Western Regions. After also bringing a grape vine and a few melon seeds, there was still a lot left.

These goods were loaded into a hundred vehicles that went out, and then transported back again, and soon entered Zhao Shuang's shop in Xianyang.

Changping Junfu.

"Is this the spice?"

Chang Pingjun smelled the contents in the small bag and found a fragrant aroma.

Chang Wenjun was beside him, a little angry.

"This thing is more valuable than gold. Just such a small bag is worth one gold."

"Is there anyone buying it too?"

"They are flocking to each other like birds of prey."

Changwenjun's answer made Changpingjun shake his head.

"It seems that Zhao Shuang has made a lot of money."

However, Lord Changping didn't care and threw the small bag containing the fine spices casually on the table.

"Zhao Shuang's power is spread all over the government, the public, and the army. The power of the family does not gather together, but when facing us, they always stick together. It is not appropriate to move lightly for the time being. Zhao Shuang relied on this trade route to stabilize the world in the DPRK We have the power of the clan, but once something changes, they will fight on their own without us."

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Beyond the Great Wall, the power of the Hu people is ever-changing. Today's King of the Yuezhi likes Chinese things, so the trade routes are smooth. But if someone changes to someone who doesn't like it, Zhao Shuang is afraid that he will lose his family's wealth."

"How long will it take?"

"There will be changes within a few years."

Changwenjun didn't know why Changpingjun was so confident, so he just listened to him continue talking.

"Next is the army. Those tens of thousands of heavy armors are all Zhao Shuang's people. The Zheng Guo Canal is about to be completed. After that, there will be plenty of food and grass. Qin will definitely launch a large-scale army. When the time comes, we can deal with them."

Chang Wenjun nodded, but saw Chang Ping Jun's expression gloomy.

"The rest is in the world."

"Brother is talking about the Mo family."

"The rift within the Mo family has been deep, and Qin Mo and Yan Mo are even more at odds with each other. But the reason why the Mo family is maintained is all thanks to the giant Six-fingered Black Man."

As he said this, Lord Changping showed murderous intent.

"Once the Six-fingered Black Man dies, the two factions within the Mo family will inevitably split, and even become irreconcilable."