The uniqueness and centrality of Xia Cheng was only Chen Jian's plan and dream, even the Acropolis and Echeng might not admit this at this time, not to mention the rest of the cities on both sides of the distant river, compared to those cities with a long history, Xia Cheng was still too young. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in the eyes of some people, Xia Cheng is a different kind of beauty, such as Ji Song, who has been away from Xia Cheng for half a year and is now walking on the way home, when he is close to his home, he talks a lot, and constantly talks about the beauty of Xia Cheng with the group of people next to him.

"As you said, Xia Cheng is really different from other cities, it becomes a village in one year and a city in two years. Heh, you've been gone for half a year now, and you don't know if it's going to change, you don't recognize it, haha! ”

On the bank of the river leading to Xia City in the lower reaches of the Grass River, Ji Song listened to the disbelief and slight ridicule in the tone of the person next to him, and was a little angry.

However, he believed in Jian Chen, and he also believed that there would be some changes in Xia Cheng in the half year he left, so he replied confidently: "I don't know, but it must be different from half a year ago." There are still a few days to go, so you can see for yourself when the time comes. ”

The companions smiled faintly, heard the dissatisfaction in Ji Song's tone, and didn't say more, looking forward to seeing Xia Cheng that Ji Song had been talking about.

When Ji Song left, Xia Cheng was planting winter wheat, and now he finally came back from the lower reaches of the Grass River, and it was late spring and early summer.

The answer he was looking for along the way was fruitless, and he walked through more than a dozen cities and settlements in the vast land between the grass river and the big river, and although the scenes he saw were different and had their own characteristics, one thing was the same.

All the cities and tribes that have been freed from gathering and hunting, the clan has almost disintegrated into the family, the only difference is the size of the family, the clan may still have remnants, but it is like charcoal in the early morning stove pit, a little residual temperature but eventually extinguished.

The kind of land that Agaricus wanted to see: the cultivation of land with a large surplus product, and the preservation of the collective distribution of the communal labor of the clan, was not seen along the way.

Fire is hot, ice is cold, and this is an immutable thing.

In the past, Ji Song did not think that the collapse of the family and clan was as unchangeable as the hot and cold, in his opinion, it was just a white horse and a dark horse, so he left the city to seek an answer, but the result was obvious, this was not a white horse and a black horse, but ice and fire.

For half a year, coming and going thousands of miles, Song saw many cities, saw the world beyond the grass river, and brought the story of Xia Cheng to both sides of the river, so there were some more people accompanying him.

The entourage did not make a pilgrimage after listening to the story, but came as envoys from Sucheng to inspect and inform these cities in the northwest border: the era of war-torn conquest on both sides of the river is over, and the leaders of more than a dozen tribes have appeared, and it is time for the surnames E, Wei, and other surnames who have left Huacheng for more than ten years to return to worship Nagong.

As for the surname Ji, it is very strange and famous, and the cities on both sides of the river have not heard of this surname after thinking about it for a long time.

But the horses, bronze, and wheat that Ji Song brought with him made the leaders of the various cities have to believe that such a new city, which belongs to the same cultural circle and seems to be on an equal footing with them, has quietly appeared on a tributary of the Great River called the Grass River.

The leaders of those cities thought very simply, whether it was surnamed E or Wei, they were not the most powerful tribes on both sides of the river, but they were by no means weak, and the cities that could be sandwiched between the two cities and still swear an oath with them must also have similar strength.

Eyue's people have migrated away from the river for more than ten years, and the speed of news transmission is very slow in the era of everything depending, so that Chen Jian, who heard the story from Eyue, thought that the two sides of the river were still the scene of endless battles between various tribes.

But seven years ago, a person named Suyue with the bloodline of the two tribes of Susu became the new leader of Sucheng, and the next year the Dongyi tribes destroyed two cities, and Suyue united the three tribes to behead 3,000 and capture 4,000.

After years of fighting, pacifying the east, the prestige is rising, and two years ago won the support of the eleven cities, although not as popular as the hundred cities of the year, but also the most prestigious leader in more than 20 years.

There was once unity and unity, so for such an outcome, those clan members who had suffered from the war gladly accepted it, and even faintly looked forward to it.

The growing power of Sujo quelled the disputes between the tribes, and issued a proclamation that he would settle the disputes if there were any more fights between the clans, and if he did not accept them, he would bring a coalition of cities to punish the clans who were constantly fighting.

Two unconvinced clans tried, and the population and land were divided between the coalition forces of a dozen cities, and the rest were convinced, and a large number of clan leaders went to Sucheng with gifts and tribute to show that they accepted the new alliance leader, and if there were disputes, they tried to resolve them within the system.

Wishing to restore the glory of Hwaseong Castle twenty years ago, and recreate the scene of a hundred cities congratulating a thousand tribes returning to their hearts, he sent messengers to inform those who had moved away and did not know the news.

The name is simple: invite the leaders to participate in the winter hunt during the beginning of the winter festival. On that day, he would rightfully become the leader of the true city-city alliance, not the eastern overlord of the current alliance of the tribes.

At that time, the clan leaders in Huacheng were officials of a total of seventy-one clans, Hua had given them surnames and jade on behalf of identity merits, Echeng was a jade moth, and the Acropolis was a jade mountain, using the most gorgeous and smooth jade, representing the status of the seventy-one clan.

Only with the approval of the Seventy-One Clan, can one become the leader of the real clan alliance, as for the rest of the dispensable, those marginal tribes are very weak, and there are really people who have the recognition of more than half of the Seventy-One Clan, and the rest of the tribes will also pay tribute.

The stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker, in the past twenty years of endless warfare, no clan other than the seventy-one clan has the strength to sit on an equal footing with those tribes, the only difference is that the seventy-one relatives of the year are now only sixty-seven clans.

In the end, Suyue was recognized or surrendered by the eighteen clans, but it was not enough, and the eight envoys left Sucheng according to the eight directions, and went to the relocated clans to tell them: The war is over, and you need a real leader to end these years of bloodshed and clan fighting.

The one who accompanied the Agaricus was named Suhe, and its name came from a kind of grain that grew in the water from some clans on the south bank of the Great River.

Su He was sent in the northwest direction, and on the bank of the big river, he met Ji Song, who seemed to him to be a little strange, with a group of half-old children, riding some strange animals that he had never seen, and was measuring the width of the big river with a wooden stick, and chatted curiously about the existence of Xia Cheng, so he followed Ji Song back to Xia Cheng.

He didn't tell Ji Song about the invitation to the leader of Winter Hunt, because he had to see Xia Cheng with his own eyes before he could decide how to invite.

If the city seems strong enough, then the leader is eligible to participate in the Winter Hunt; If it was just a small city, he only had to tell the chief to go and pay tribute.

knocked on the side all the way, Ji Song was tight-lipped most of the time, but Su He had heard enough about Xia Cheng in Ji Song's mouth, and he heard a lot of muttering in the south in his heart, he didn't believe that a city could change every year.

The more he didn't believe it, the more the pride in Ji Song's heart wanted him to believe it, and the more he listened, Su He himself also wanted to see Xia Cheng.

There were more than 70 people in the group and the half-grown children who came with him, and they didn't walk fast, but the road stretched backwards under their feet, and they would reach their destination one day.

Walking through the deserted wilderness, when I saw the people again, I was greeted by rows of corn, which was the planting technique that Echeng learned from Xiacheng, which was already close to Echeng.

Su He walked to the corn field and said strangely: "Why do the people of Echeng farm like this? ”

"I learned this from Xia Cheng, Ji Xia said that this can be ventilated and easy to weed, you see, you can walk along the ditch to remove the grass between the sprouts."

"Isn't that troublesome?"

"But the yield per acre is very high."

"An acre?"

Ji Song finally saw the familiar scenery, and his heart was happy, so he asked the children to tell Su He how big the land was one acre.

Su He's family also had land and slaves, so he silently calculated and asked, "How much grain can you produce from one acre of land if you plant like this?" ”

"Corn has not been planted in Xia Cheng, we all grow wheat beans, but the land with the highest yield last year can produce about 2780 catties."

Su He and Ji Song walked all the way, knowing that the catty was a strange unit of measurement that originated from a girl, they were startled when they estimated it, and asked, "Impossible!" How is it possible to produce so much? Are you blowing? ”

Unintentionally, Su He learned a lot of new words, and this kind of abstract vocabulary is indeed easy to express his emotions, much shorter than the previous large metaphors, he himself did not realize that he had been quietly changed, and blurted out at this time, full of surprise.

"It's not blowing, one hundred and twenty catties of wheat, seventy or eighty catties of peas, if you don't believe it, you'll know when you get to Xia Cheng."

Su He shook his head, he didn't believe that one acre of land could produce so much grain, and thought to himself, of course I have to see it with my own eyes, and how can wheat be planted with peas?

I silently wrote down this matter in my heart, and when I was about to ask a few more words, there was a melodious sound of musical instruments in the distance, fresh and elegant like heaven, Su He listened for a while with his eyes half-closed: "What kind of musical instrument is this?" It is quieter than the silk string, more crisp than the Tao Xun, and great good. ”

Ji Song listened to a short paragraph, and couldn't help but feel waves in his heart, this is the local sound, it is the shepherd boy of Echeng playing a simple shepherd flute on the back of a cow, the rhythm is so familiar, he has heard Chen Jian blow, the feelings of being away from home for half a year burst out at this moment, his tears were hazy, looking at the children herding cattle in the distance, and he replied for a long time: "That's the bone flute, the bone flute of Xia Cheng." ”

The children who were herding the cattle also noticed them and cried out from afar, "Where are you guests from?" (To be continued.) )