Guo Yang's caravan set off quietly, and its first destination was the land of Liaodong.

After receiving Guo Yang's secret order, Wang Huzi didn't say a word, and went directly to execute it.

Wang Huzi was frightened by Guo Yang, and the little rebellious heart that had gradually developed in the past few years collapsed in an instant. He was afraid of death, and he was even more afraid of being killed by Guo Yang, especially afraid that Guo Yang would kill him and then kill his wife and children.

Thinking of Guo Yang's treatment of the businessman traitor surnamed Zhou, his face did not change, and he directly made people into buns and sold them, and he still thought about the four daughters and five sons of that person, they were simply demons!

……

As for the location of the first business, Guo Yang and Yanzi repeatedly argued, thinking that at the beginning, it was still necessary to stay away from the area controlled by the Zhou people. Zhou Gongdan's implementation of the division of three religions and nine streams, strictly controlled the development of merchants, and the various harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes were varied, and the vast majority of the profits were handed over to the Zhou people through a trade.

"Let's talk about it when we have enough strength." As soon as Guo Yang made the final decision, he set the location in the land of Liaodong.

Although Liaodong is currently in frequent wars, and several forces are constantly fighting each other, the power of the Guzhu Kingdom is still relatively large, and the territory of the Zhou people has been relatively stable and it is not good to do large transactions, and the land of Liaodong should still be profitable at present.

The biggest threat was the bandits along the way and the stragglers of various forces, who often looted in groups like wolves, causing the trade route from Jicheng to Liaodong to be paralyzed for several years. In order to ensure the safety of the caravan, Guo Yang arranged all the manpower available at hand, and even Anu, who had not left him for many years, was sent out.

Yanzi, the proprietress of Ruyun Inn, also used all her connections and means to ensure the safety of the caravan.

"Don't worry, there is Anu out of the horse, and there is no injustice. What's more, on the Liaodong side, I also have some manpower that can be mobilized at any time. Seeing Guo Yang's uneasy look, Yanzi smiled and handed a jue of wine to Guo Yang.

Guo Yang took the wine jue, his brows stretched slightly, but he still seemed a little worried.

"Okay, okay, look at your sad face, how can you look like you're doing a big thing." Yanzi is actually a little worried, after all, the world is too chaotic, there are bandits and rogues everywhere, plus seven or eight forces such as Beirong, Guzhu, and Yanguo are intertwined along the way, and if one is not careful, he will lose a caravan.

"How many people do you have over there in Liaodong?" Guo Yang asked suddenly.

"Not much, maybe twenty or thirty thousand." Swallow said.

"Twenty or thirty thousand!" Guo Yang was taken aback, he knew that Yanzi had secretly gathered a large number of his own forces through various means in the past few years, but he didn't expect that there were twenty or thirty thousand people in the land of Liaodong, which was all the military strength of an ordinary small country!

"What's this. There will be more and more of us in the future. As soon as Yanzi's second shelf was pulled out, Guo Yang was a little depressed, although this Yan girl said that she was currently in a cooperative relationship with him, but Guo Yang didn't know much about her details.

"You give me a secret, so that I can be reassured." Guo Yang said.

"Let's put it this way, an old man with a sword over there knows me, and I will send him a letter and arrange for him to secretly protect our caravan." Yanzi didn't know what she remembered, and suddenly smiled, revealing a rare trace of her daughter's coquettishness, which made Guo Yang's heart ripple.

"An old man with a sword? In the land of Liaodong, the first swordsmanship is Wu Huan, and I don't know about the others. Guo Yang gathered his mind and said with a frown.

"Hmph, there are a lot of people who play with swords, and it's okay for Wuhuan's three swords and two swords to scare and scare children, but when you meet a real master, it's not broken copper and iron." Swallow grinned, seemingly familiar with Wuhua.

"Do you know Wuhuan?" Guo Yang asked.

"You should say, Wuhuan knows me." Swallow leaned back on the chair, put one foot on a flower stand in front of her, and said leisurely.

Guo Yang was stunned, shook his head depressedly, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, Yan Daxia." ”

……

Tuhe City, the humble palace of the Guzhu royal family.

The mutton fat torches were beeping and burning, the two rows of halberd-wielding warriors did not move at all, looking quite majestic, and a dozen servants were also divided into two columns, bowing their heads and serving, with a respectful expression.

However, a young man sitting on the throne had a sad face, as if he could not get rid of his great sorrow.

"I say, let's all give the widow an idea, the merchant's mule team is about to arrive in my lonely bamboo territory in the near future, and whether we should levy heavy taxes on those merchants is a matter that needs to be discussed urgently." The young Lone Bamboo King said.

"Of course, the king, among his servants, will be taxed heavily. They are like some bloodsuckers, carrying some tatters of the Yan Kingdom, running to our territory to peddle, to earn our money, if we are not limited by heavy taxes, I am afraid that our national strength will soon be hollowed out by them. A respectful-looking servant bowed and said.

"The servants felt that this matter should not be rushed, the ancestors of the merchants did business in the world, brought advanced tools to the eight hundred princes of the whole world, and stirred up a pool of stagnant water for their own wars, now think about it, the Zhou people suppressed the development of the merchants and the people, it is really unwise. I am alone and weak, coupled with this continuous famine, the Yan army and Beirong are eyeing each other, and if they don't improve themselves, I'm afraid it will be difficult to maintain. An older servant said in a trembling voice, much to the impatience of the younger servants.

"It should be heavily taxed!"

"There should be some restrictions on letting them trade freely!"

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The old ministers of the two factions competed against each other, their faces were red, and no one could convince anyone, and for a while the spit stars flew indiscriminately, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

However, looking at the young king, he listened quite seriously with his expression, and nodded yes from time to time, so that everyone could not figure out which side of view he supported.

The country of Guzhu experienced a large-scale famine, and was forced by the Yan army, migrating all the way to occupy other people's territory, and he, the king, was also quite anxious.

In his original intention, he wanted to impose heavy taxes on those merchants, increase the income of the royal family, and at the same time restrict those merchants from Yan Kingdom. But two days ago, someone brought him a letter, which made him a little undecided.

The letter was not signed, but from the crisp scent of apricot blossoms emanating from the silk, the young king knew who had written it.

The letter was very short, and it was a few words, begging him, the king, to make it easy for a merchant's mule caravan to take care of it.

Alas, the man who likes to eat apricots and look at apricot blossoms is just a glimpse of the past, which makes the widow unforgettable. However, this commodity trade involves the major affairs of the country and the country......

The young king's expression was a little dazed, and he had long lost interest in the uninspired verbal arguments between the servants of the two factions.

He raised his head and took a few deep breaths before slowly exhaling a cloudy breath.

"You are all thinking about the future and destiny of my lonely bamboo country, and I am very comforted. However, I have also weighed and thought about it repeatedly, my Guzhu country is an orthodox blood relative of the descendants of the Great Shang, although the Great Shang destroyed the country, and Guzhu was deeply excluded by the Zhou people, but there is no hope of re-rising. ”

The young king of the Lone Bamboo Kingdom glanced at his servants and continued, "It is nothing more than a question of whether or not to impose heavy taxes. The widow has made up his mind to open up this merchant mule corps to the fullest, and to cooperate closely with other divisions, and to negotiate with them more, that when they earn our money, we must also earn money through them. ”

Wang was very young, and he had always been swayed from side to side by the servants of the two major factions, which led to the delay of several major decisions, and the Yan army almost drove straight into the country. At this moment, when everyone saw the king's resolute attitude and clear thinking, they not only climbed to the ground one after another, but also called "my king Shengming".

I don't know why, the young king didn't see the dozen or so old men with gray temples, but only a dozen high-raised buttocks.

He suddenly had some evil thoughts, and he really wanted to roar angrily and stomp those buttocks one by one, just like country children often do, and "bang" a big pig urine "bang", and burst it, setting off a strong smell of suckle.

"The so-called national ...... It's a pity that the blooming apricot forest. The young king slowly stood up, entered through the door on one side of the main hall, and walked slowly back to the inner palace like a bad old man.

Those servants suddenly found that the king had quietly left, and they couldn't help but raise their heads one after another, looking at each other, and were speechless for a while.