Observing rice cultivation in the new village of Delta, Yang Jiao traveled alone to the Chongdu River, where his beloved mines and oppressed slaves lived.

After nearly two quarters of construction, Chongdu River has begun to produce bronze, and Yang Li arranged to travel between the two places frequently to check the progress.

In order to ensure that the bronze smelting technology is not leaked, the entire Chongdu River smelting workshop is under militarized management, and the army of nearly 100 people is stationed here, patrolling in three shifts, and the high wall arrow tower around the workshop is heavily guarded, and even a fly cannot fly out.

The continuous production of bronze not only met the needs of Los Angeles weapons and agricultural tools, but even coinage could be made on a large scale, the entire economic system began to be established, trade became more convenient, and the economic development rate increased on a large scale.

The surrounding tribes are all included in the bronze currency system, and as long as they come to Los Angeles to trade, they are very willing to exchange their goods for bronze coins, because bronze coins can circulate freely in Los Angeles and can buy almost anything they want.

Woolen sheepskins, chickens, wild ducks, flint tools that were eliminated in Los Angeles, you name it.

Bows and arrows made by the Greywood Clan, and millet produced in Los Angeles, can be easily exchanged for hides, wild fruits, wood, and stone.

Why timber and stone, because the whole city is engaged in infrastructure construction, and Yang Yu does not have enough manpower to cut down trees and open mountains, so this kind of heavy manual labor is naturally transferred by the industry to other economically underdeveloped areas.

Of course, the local lumber yards and quarries in Los Angeles have not stopped production, because their current output is somewhat stretched, and Yang Li does not want to throw valuable labor into these two projects.

Trade and money play the role of intermediaries for the interaction of productive forces.

In modern developed countries, the large-scale transfer of the garment and parts industry to third world countries is the same principle, and labor-intensive industries always change their positions with the pursuit of profits by capital.

Of course, Yang Jiao has no intention of hiding his wealth from the people at present, so the so-called capital in Los Angeles is all state-owned capital, and grain, weapons, and tools must all be sold in the name of officials and slave owners, and private individuals are not allowed to trade.

Of course, there are not many things in private hands.

Under the work of the boat and car craftsmen provided by the Xuanyuan clan, the simple wharf in Los Angeles comes and goes every day, so it is not lively, Yang Li only built a good shelf in winter, and he was busy studying rice planting and carrying out a sacred mission with Mao Mei in the spring, and he has been leaving this project behind for a long time, but at the beginning of the year, everyone didn't care if you didn't make it beautiful, and used the wharf by themselves.

At noon, Huya ran in and said that something is a little tricky, big leader, come and take a look.

Yang Li is really confused, this mixed-race giant has encountered a problem, and he has not killed all the way to the past, and subdued people with virtue under the stick.

There was a crowd of people around the docks, nearly half of whom were slave owners who had achieved great military success, looking dissatisfied, shouting and angry.

"What are you doing?" Yang Li looked inside outside the crowd, tsk, it's very dense, there is something around it.

No one found him.

"The big leader is here, you still don't get out of the way!" Huya shouted, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, everyone looked back and found Yang Jiao, and quickly separated and made way for a passage.

A slave owner came forward and said, "Chief Yang, this is this person. ”

He pointed to the besieged guy.

Yang Li fixed his eyes and looked, yo, this young man was dressed in single clothes, his face was covered with mud, and he was shivering in the cold wind of spring.

He was surrounded by a group of elite men, and he looked very unconvinced: "I am the son of the chief of the Yong clan, you are not allowed to fight me, if you beat me, you will provoke a war between the two clans!" ”

Yang Li was shocked: "Why are you such a dick." ”

How did the young man know that Yang Jiao was the leader, looking at this person's white and pure, whether he had the aura of a tiger body, and he couldn't connect with the legendary big demon king of Los Angeles who killed people like hemp, could lift his head, and had to eat five children in one meal, so he gave a roll of his eyes and snorted: "Master, I'm such a dick?" ”

Yang Li took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked the person next to him, "What did he do?" ”

The slave owner next to him said, "He carved a pile of stones into the shape of our Los Angeles bronze coins, painted them, bought a lot of things, and was ready to get on the boat and run away!" Fortunately, Huya found out and stopped him in the port! ”

Hey, that's where counterfeiting happens?

Yang Li looked left and right, the young man had no guilt, and the mud on his face couldn't make him lose half a point.

After crossing over, Yang Jiao also went into battle to kill a lot of enemies, although it is not as good as the hero unit, but compared to most of the warriors in the tribe, it is definitely not weak, plus he and Mao Mei are mixed together, and he has developed the habit of not beeping if he can do it, so he raised his hand and wanted to give him a head at that time.

Halfway through his hand, he suddenly stopped, well, no, he was too dirty.

Well, Yang Jiao stretched out his hand to the person next to him: "I'll look at the counterfeit money." ”

The surrounding slave owners were all victims, that is, the bitter owners who were pitted by the counterfeit money, and at that time, they touched their pockets and took out a few pieces each, a total of hundreds of counterfeit coins piled together.

Yang Li picked up a careful look, sure enough, the weight and color are difficult to distinguish, the following is granite polishing, you have to knock to feel the authenticity, and the earliest batch of copper coins, due to the high tin content, itself is also a little brittle, everyone is still in a state of cherishing coins, who will knock the copper coins down a few times to listen to the sound.

In addition, this Yongshi boy did not use counterfeit money on a large scale, but every slave owner had such a small pit, so no one found out for a while.

The young man's canoe was loaded with several bags of things, but now it's good, the people are surrounded, the boat is detained, if Yang Li is imprisoned, maybe the chrysanthemum will not be safe.

Yang Li opened the bag and saw that he was really good at picking it, it was full of weapons and tools eliminated by those slave owners, and even a few wooden plows, which might be useless in Los Angeles, but if he got it from other tribes, it was enough to arm a small army, or double the production efficiency of a dozen or so families.

The Yong clan had a good relationship with him before.

When the Xuanyuan clan brought high-end boat technology to Los Angeles, the water vehicles here mainly relied on Yong's canoes, and now, the keel single sailing boat in Los Angeles has been able to sail smoothly in the river, with a speed and carrying capacity that greatly exceeds that of a canoe.

However, shipbuilding is indeed a time-consuming and laborious thing, people say ten years of army, one hundred years of navy, this is true, to build a fleet, not only the shipbuilding technology, the number and function of the ship, but also the requirements of skilled sailors, the captain who knows the ocean currents and monsoons well, the sun, moon and stars such as a number of treasured navigators.

Without the accumulation of technology, it is almost impossible to accomplish it in one or two generations.

Fortunately, Yang Li has no problems in terms of technology, and to develop the fleet, he only needs to build enough ships and train enough crews.

Geology is astronomical, each celestial body has its own different geological properties, even if Yang Li can't turn on the computer, he knows some astronomical knowledge.

As for the ships, there are only two now, and one of them was sent by the Xuanyuan clan.

Yang Li thought about it and probably had some ideas.

I am afraid that the Yong clan has lost the main items of trade with them, and they really want to exchange them for advanced tools in Los Angeles, so they counterfeit counterfeit money to defraud the materials...... But here's another doubt.

Is this young man really the son of the patriarch of the Yong clan?

My old Yang has also been famous recently, the Yong clan is more than 20 miles upstream, it is impossible for them not to know their war ability, only a small clan of less than 200 people, and the scale of the original gray wood tribe, Yang Li only needs two days to send troops to eradicate it, where did they come from the confidence pit themselves.

Besides, the matter of counterfeit money will definitely be discovered, and it will not be hidden for a few days.

Therefore, it is impossible for the Yong clan to do such a thing.

So counterfeiting counterfeit money is a personal act of the teenager, and has nothing to do with his people?

It is also impossible, it takes no more effort to make so many counterfeit coins from stone than to mint copper coins himself, and he cannot do it alone, but he needs a group of experienced stonemasons.

Yang Jiao threw down the counterfeit money and said with a smile: "Say, what tribe are you from." ”

The young man frowned slightly, then rolled his eyes, suddenly foamed at the mouth, convulsed, and lay down on the ground.

The crowd of onlookers hurriedly dispersed a few meters, this situation is either epilepsy or infectious disease, in short, don't touch it, this young man has provoked the anger of the public, and no one will feel distressed even if he dies at this time.

No, how can you give me this set.

Yang Jiao said come on, bring me three buckets of water, rinse this splash skin, I will lock him up and take a leather whip to serve him well, and see how many times he can go crazy.

So while the people below went to fetch water, Yang Li put an end to this matter.

All the slave owners who sold the utensils came to claim them themselves.

The first person to discover the counterfeit money was rewarded with a bronze bottle.

The young man who claimed to be the son of the patriarch of the Yong clan would be brought back by Yang Jiao to deal with it, which might involve diplomatic or even military matters, and the slave owners had not yet arrived.

In the end, Yang Jiao also issued a notice, saying that every household now has cattle and slaves, and there are a lot of fields, and then you will start to gradually abolish slavery, ah no, liberate the slaves, try a more efficient social structure, first ventilate in advance, and communicate with your slaves after you go home, in short, everyone will be free people in the future.

Everyone didn't know what was going on, but they still said yes in unison, handed over the counterfeit money to Yang Jiao, and dispersed one after another.

The young man on the ground found that the onlookers had dispersed, and his epilepsy suddenly recovered, and he got up from the ground with a bone, staring at Yang Jiao with wide black eyes: "It turns out that you are the leader of Los Angeles, tsk." ”

Yang Jiao crossed his hands on his hips: "Hahaha, I am, how is it, are you afraid?" ”

The young man had a disgusted expression: "It's really disappointing, I thought I could see a good man who is a hundred." ”

Do you dare to be hard when you are dying?

Yang Li picked up the bucket and was about to pour the cold river water on the young man's head.

"Wait!" The bucket was suddenly grabbed, and a familiar aroma hit him.

Yang Li saw that Yulia had come over.

Mao Mei snatched the bucket and said to the boy: "It's cold, why don't you go to our castle to take a hot bath, bake a fire, and have dinner by the way?" ”

Yang Li was stunned, daughter-in-law, what are you going to do.

But Mao Mei didn't dislike the young man covered in mud at all, but pulled him up from the ground: "The little girl has to dress up cleanly, our Yang Yu is a gentleman, and she will never disrespect you." ”

After that, he wiped his hand on the young man's face, and drank, with peach cheeks and pink lips, and a little red lips, he was really good-looking.

Secretly instructed the guards to keep an eye on the girl who was abducted and disguised as a man that night, Yang Jiao returned to the castle in a daze.