The Ili River is a typical inland river formed by melting snow in the high mountains, unlike later generations, in this era, its downstream did not have the famous Kapchagai reservoir in Central Asia, the nearby mountains and forests were not damaged by the war, let alone indiscriminately cut down, and even the turf by the river was many times more prosperous than in later generations!

Lao Luo and his men were stationed near the Al Amuir National Park in later Kazakhstan, that is, upstream of the large reservoir in later generations, and the location of the reservoir in his memory is now a large swamp overgrown with reeds. At this time, there are no borders or the like, and there are not so many so-called tourists, and they are surrounded by lush and not very tall distant mountains, which bring a trace of coolness to travelers who have come all the way from the saline-alkali desert of Central Asia.

I hate the hustle and bustle of the city in later generations, Lao Luo is lying leisurely on the beach by the river in his crocodile skin shorts, with a small pebble under him and a cool spring, but the sun is shining but it is not so hot.

Not far away were all sorts of people who were roaming freely along the river, screaming women, and men swimming in the river with their bare buttocks unscrupulously, and the fighters who had been wounded in Bishkek some time ago and could not go into the water also forgot about the pain in their bodies and sat shirtless on the shore to bask in the sun - this helped the wound to heal.

In later generations, Ili was the only place suitable for growing lavender except Provence in France (1), it was basically located in the same latitude zone as Provence, with plenty of sunshine, and although there were very cold days in winter, it would not last long, because the surrounding mountains basically blocked the attack of cold currents, and this is a river valley basin.

With a good climate and abundant water for irrigation, this place is a true pearl of Central Asia.

After arriving here, Lao Luo carefully observed that the naturally formed river channel had not undergone any repairs - it was not inhabited, probably after many river diversions, although it was still the Ili River valley in his impression, but it was very different from what he remembered.

But it doesn't matter, does it?

Like Lao Luo, there are also a lot of people lying on the beach to dry, and most of them are guys from the pro-soldier team. As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and the few characteristics of Lao Luo have been learned by these bastards.

At this time, the sun was three strokes, it was June, the sun was just right, and a group of muscular men were competing to see who was bigger, but unfortunately the hair on their bodies betrayed them, and a group of guys from the gladiatorial arena and the saline land of Central Asia were all hairy signs, unlike the sturdy warriors of Olympia, all of them looked like bully dogs that had just been washed out of the bathtub.

There are two reasons why they don't look like golden retrievers, one is that these guys aren't all yellow-haired, and the other is that these bastards look far more vicious than golden retrievers.

I had been in this valley for five or six days, and I had been greeted with all the things that had to be done, and although I had returned to live in my tent, I was getting closer and closer to my hometown, and there was no resistance, including the descendants of the artisan battalion who had abandoned the small city of Sylvan, and even more so the gladiators who had followed Lao Luo all the way from Athens to here.

Those guys who once had a day and no tomorrow have seen a broader world along the way, eat well and dress well every day, as long as they pick up a knife and cut people at a critical moment, where will there be a trace of unwillingness?

The breeze blowing above the surface of the Ili River was far more refreshing than in later generations, making Lao Luo lying on the beach a little drunk.

His idle brain refused to be idle for a moment.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the Ili River Valley is a resting place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is extremely close to the east, so it is actually a good place to camp here with everyone. The only drawback is the difficulty of gaining access to a large population, and the future will inevitably be besieged by the nomadic peoples of Central Asia.

In order to make up for the lack of population, the steppe herdsmen in Central Asia who only know how to graze cattle and sheep cannot do it, and those steppe guys can not only take care of cattle and sheep or fight with wild wolves, but at other times they are either thinking about finding women or sleeping in tents, and they don't even bother to wash their dirty sheepskin robes when they turn rusty.

Therefore, the only people who can echo the standard in Lao Luo's heart are the Han people of the oriental farming culture, and the Romans on the Mediterranean coast, and the rest of the world does not need to be considered, it is basically still desolate and ignorant, at least in this era under his understanding.

It is already very close to the East, and there is only one suitable way to obtain the population - the East.

In later generations, if a country has a shortage of human resources, it will open up its immigration policy, and the CDA has done just that. In just one or two decades, they have gained the massive skilled population and access to financing they were looking for.

In this era, the state is actually just a prototype, and the laws and systems are not as rigorous as those of later generations, and of course they are more barbaric.

Exploiting the legal blind spots of this era, it is very convenient to use human traffickers to obtain a large number of people from Song Liao. But there are some drawbacks here, first of all, it is difficult to guarantee the quality of the population, and the people's hearts will become difficult to subdue, and secondly, if you want to obtain a high-quality population, it will definitely affect the interests of the ruling classes of the two eastern countries, and it will be inevitable that it will be noticed by the Song Liao court, which has a large population, and with a population base of less than 100,000, it will directly confront the two countries with millions at every turn?

That's a brain-soaked game.

Quietly bring in the population with businessmen, plus steady development and train talent on your own? This is safe, but the time course is difficult to grasp, and Lao Luo himself is not sure how many years he will live, or if there are any strange changes - the axe tattoo on his body is still difficult to understand.

Of course, the benefits are not without it.

Staying here, you can avoid setting foot in the mud pit between the Song and Liao in the East.

As mentioned earlier, Lao Luo is a guy who likes to read military history, and he has paid close attention to the history of this period. For him, the imperial policies of the Song dynasty were very similar to those of the later CHN governments. The same emphasis on literature over military force, the same emphasis on the interests of big merchants - after the Northern Song Dynasty moved south, the reason why the emperor did not agree to the northern expedition to recover the lost land was not only because the emperor who was captured by the Jin soldiers could not be resettled, but also because the merchants in the south felt that recovering the lost land would inevitably lead to the northward shift of the center of interests of the dynasty - which was not good for the south! The same contempt for the interests of the common people - the earliest implementation of the armor protection system began in the Song Dynasty.

Thinking of these, Lao Luo couldn't help but think of the mother country that he loved and hated in later generations.

Staying here, you can live a leisurely life, at least without worrying about survival, and you may be able to develop a strong and prosperous small country based on this paradise in your lifetime; When you leave here, you must face the civil and military ministers of the Liao and Song dynasties, not only to intrigue and fight in all directions, but also to immerse yourself in farming and climbing the tree of science and technology, work hard, and have infinite possibilities for the future.

In a dilemma, Lao Luo dizzed himself around.

The sun on the river beach is charming, the murmuring of the water and the laughter of the people are like the best music of hypnosis, and he is about to fall asleep in a trance.

Since he was exiled to this plane, Lao Luo has hardly gotten any rest, and he is really tired.

Even the king of soldiers who once ran all over the world is not an iron muscle, and Lao Luo has not been transcendent in sainthood, and he is also not a perfect reincarnation person, and it is inevitable that he will slack off.

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The fire lady Li Ji walked over quietly, not far from the beach where Lao Luo was lying, and several muscular men in Olki were forcing Nuralman, a good student of the Al-Azhar Mosque, to exercise hard.

"The Lord seems to be asleep...... Olki whispered to Li Ji, this is the future master mother, he can't help but be respectful.

"It's okay, I'll go and see...... Feel free to do whatever you want. In the same low tone, Li Ji waved her hand and walked over.

Gently clearing some of the large pebbles at Lao Luo's side, the Fire Lady sat down casually, not caring at all about the loose and beautifully embroidered robe she was wearing.

Listening to Lao Luo's even breathing, Li Ji felt that he didn't have to pay attention to anything, and he didn't have to worry, this man was like the tallest snow-capped mountain, although he often kept his head shut and didn't speak, but he blocked all the cold winds in this world, whether it was blowing on people's people or in people's hearts.

Suddenly, she found that this man's brows were furrowed as if there was something unsolvable, so she stretched out her hand to hold up Lao Luo's head and put it on her lap to make his pillow more comfortable, and then gently massaged Lao Luo's temples with her hands to stretch her frowning brow.

In fact, with Lao Luo's alertness, he had already woken up when Li Ji sat next to him, but he didn't open his eyes, it was rare to have time to think quietly, and there were beauties by his side, but it was a rare leisure time, and he didn't even bother to speak.

That's how "Drunk Lying Beauty Knees" feels like this, right? There are few such women in later generations. In a trance, he thought it would be good to stay in this plane like this, but ...... After all, I was still unwilling.

It is not his temperament to retreat without fighting, and they all say that Gentle Township is a hero's grave. Lao Luo's thoughts woke up in an instant, after all, this land is too comfortable, although it is beautiful, it is also suitable for recuperation, and it is more suitable for farming and developing itself, but it is not suitable for himself at this time, nor is it suitable for the less than 100,000 people at the moment - in this era, life is too comfortable, and the will to forge ahead will be lost, which is the way to die.

The beauty is on the side, but he can't wear down his mind, otherwise is he still the old Luo who surprised the mercenary world?

So when he opened his eyes, the first thing Lao Luo said was, "Siniang, let's leave back to the Central Plains in five days!" ”

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(1) Provence, a small city in the south of France, with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, is the famous "lavender town", in addition to being rich in lavender, it is also rich in wine, and it is also a city of knights with a long history, it was a province of the ancient Roman Empire, there are many castle buildings, adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea, bordering Italy, belonging to the hilly area to the north of the Mediterranean, and there are rivers around it, so it is a well-known tourist destination in Europe. The famous post-impressionist Dutch painter Vincent. Van Gogh once lived here to sketch, and the famous "Sunflowers" was painted here.

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