The next day, near midnight, on the outskirts of Yinzhou, Luo Kaixian's station had been cleared. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jia Ren's caravan was only able to arrive, the number of people he accompanied was indeed small, only more than thirty people, except for a few three or two dressed as scribes, the rest were all servants, and the whole team was also a double ride, perhaps in order to keep up with the speed of Luo Kaixian's team, there were no carriages and mules and carts, but more than 20 pack horses, the bags on the horsebacks were tied firmly, from the appearance and size, most of them were precious furs and the like.

Under the winter sun, Jia Ren came to Luo Kaixian with a smile on his face, and some of his subordinates with weapons in the other side looked at the equipment and mounts of Luo Kaixian's soldiers and drooled.

This phenomenon is really impossible to say, in contrast, the horses on the side of Luo Kaixian in Lingzhou are really divine horses, and the average height of the personnel is much higher than that of the other party, not to mention the leather armor and brocade robe and war swords, which are far from belonging to the grassland style of equipment, even if the forbidden army of Zhao and Song is only different,—— it is rare for the guards of the merchants not to be dazzled.

Jia Ren stood beside Luo Kaixian, and muttered with a rather mercenary 1510: "This leather armor can be exchanged for a small yard in the suburbs of Tokyo, and five pack horses in the northern Xinjiang...... This, hey, this rucksack style is so novel...... General, General Luo, this horse armor and weapons can't be sold, but the rucksack can always be sold, right? Or the contemptible people pay for the production strategy......"

Listening to the muttering of the businessmen around him, Luo Kaixian squinted his eyes and lowered his head and asked, "The rucksack has some inventory, I don't know how much Brother Shengxing bids?" What is the word for buying a production strategy? ”

Seeing a lot of business walking in front of him, Jia Ren's mind was particularly awake, "That kind of big rucksack can be worth 5,000 yuan, and if the workmanship of the small rucksack can be more refined, it can even be worth 10,000 yuan...... If the general intends to sell the production strategy, the contemptible can pay 100,000 yuan at a time...... However, this is not a good choice for the general......"

There was still a short time before Chen Shizheng, and his soldiers were still packing their bags, Li Ji and Ge Rina were also busy with a few female men, and listening to the nagging of this businessman had nothing to do, which was also an interesting thing for Luo someone. Just hearing the other party's last words made him think seriously, "Why is a small backpack more expensive than a big one?" As for the strategy of selling the rucksack, I don't know what the best choice is that Brother Prevailing said? ”

"The general doesn't know that the big backpack is sold to the sergeant or people who often travel far and toil, and the small backpack can be sold to the study tour with a little decoration, and it can even be the first choice for the ladies of the mansion in Beijing!" Talking about business, Jia Ren's interest became more and more high, and he shook his head like a scholar, "From the perspective of the general's equipment, it can be seen that the general is not short of money, although the production strategy of the backpack is a lot of money, but it is detrimental to the general's long-term interests, the best choice should be the general's order to make it, and you can find the right person to sell it on your behalf......"

Luo Kai first heard what the other party said interestingly, and when he suddenly stopped, he asked cheerfully, "Why doesn't Brother Shengxing continue?" ”

Jia Ren's face became a little bitter, "General Luo is easily willing to sell the rucksack production strategy, presumably he is sure that it will not be imitated by others...... The contemptible words were tricked in front of the Fang family, and they were really laughable and generous......"

Although he has never been a businessman, but he has heard a lot, Luo Kaixian is not really not the slightest ignorance, the backpack used by the soldiers looks very similar to the mountaineering backpack of later generations, but it is very different, first of all, the material is made of pure cowhide, which is far different from later generations, in order to maintain the crispness of the backpack, some key positions are used simple leather stamping and molding process, this process is unique to the Lingzhou craftsman battalion, even if outsiders buy the finished backpack, it is not possible to imitate it in a short time.

This cardinal is not a secret that is deliberately hidden, nor is it a deliberate deception by Luo Kaixian, but it can be a conspiracy to take advantage of people's greed.

This Jia Ren is obviously a businessman with brains, although he was a little slower, he reacted quickly.

Luo Kaixian said with a smile on his face: "Brother Shengxing is too modest, and being able to be honest with his companions without being greedy for small profits is not something that ordinary people can do. Jun, wonderful people! Ha ha! ”

Jia Ren was stunned by Luo Kaixian's words, and immediately reacted, put away the bitter gourd expression on his face, and responded a little helplessly: "The general of a hundred battles is a businessman, and the general is also a wonderful person!" ”

It's time to arrive.

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A consensus has been reached between the superiors, and most of the people at the bottom will not have any discord (juyu friction, resistance, disputes). As the leader of the journey, the easing of the relationship between Luo Kaixian and Jia Ren was exchanged for the tolerance of the soldiers of the pro-soldier team to the caravan guards, such as the tacit understanding of the speed of travel on the road, such as the support shown in the sequence of marching.

These actions may have embarrassed the guards of Jia Ren, who once thought they were strong, but every time they saw strange fellow travelers who were far stronger and taller than them, they dissipated the resistance in their hearts.

According to Luo Kaixian's military law, it was forbidden to make loud noises when the procession was marching, so there were few loud shouts on the winding mountain road except for the crisp sound of horses' hooves.

However, passers-by in the same company have other ways of communication besides words, a tacit look, or a few simple gestures to each other, can already complete some simple cooperation.

As a result, the journey from Yinzhou to Suizhou became simpler.

Luo Kaixian, as the leader of the team, paid attention to Jia Ren and his caravan members except for the beginning of the journey, and then stopped paying attention.

Because for Luo Kaixian, although the times are different, he has seen too much of this kind of businessman. Compared with the merchants who traveled around the world in later generations, this kind of merchants are no different except for dressing, except for selling daily necessities as a cover, their biggest profit point is all around the things needed for war, if it is different, but in later generations, it is aircraft, cannons, guns, guns, fuel, and this era is just swords, guns, arrows, armor, horses.

At least on this way, he didn't notice anything worthy of his attention on the other party, so his energy was more spent on investigating the surrounding environment.

The Wuding River of this era was far wider than that of later generations, but on this winter day it was devoid of its usual hustle and bustle, and the turbulent or calm river surface was frozen into a flat ice, and the active warriors tried to walk on the ice, but found that the stubborn mount companions were not willing to go up at all, and in some parts the ice was not solid, and you could vaguely see the fish swimming under the ice.

In fact, if you don't consider that some sections of the road are too undulating, the mountain roads in winter are still very easy to walk.

Because Yinzhou opened a field, although it is not a long time, less than a year, but the number of merchants who come and go is not rare - the opening of the field is a benefit to the supply of materials in Xiazhou and other places, and it is not a new place for the merchants in the Song Dynasty to sell products? What's more, the merchants who came and went could increase the income of the local tax collectors in Zhao and Song, so this mountain road was actually also a trade road.

In just half a year, the merchants tread this dilapidated mountain road into a fairly solid trade road, although it is not the kind of carefully repaired stone road, but in this cold season, thin snow, gravel and dead grass are frozen together, more like a village-level dirt road in the countryside in later generations.

However, there are no street trees planted by later generations, and no one has deliberately maintained them, and all that can be seen on both sides of the road is low shrubs and unidentified trees that have lost their leaves, except for rocks or pines that have not been covered by snow...... The cultivated land is not visible, and in the distance there are more withered yellow grass stalks emerging from the snow, so it is even more impossible to see the yellow dust that was swept up by the wind due to the lack of rain and snow in the winter of later generations...... All of these are completely different from later generations, which makes Luo Kaixian a little stunned.

In later generations, as a native of Suizhou, Luo Kaixian often drilled into the mountains and forests with his companions when he was young, and he did not dare to say anything about the semi-arid mountains in the north, but he was also familiar with it.

However, in this era, except for the occasional loess layer that was exposed to let him know that it was still the Loess Plateau, this landscape was completely different from that of later generations.

The dead trees and grass in the mountains told him that the climate of this era was not as arid as it was in later generations; The rolling hills told him that although this was still the northern part of Suizhou, it was completely different from the world he was familiar with...... The once frequented Jiangjuntai is now a hill of pines and cypresses, and although the hills and ravines are now not lush, you can see low shrubs and leafy forests, and occasionally ice branches hanging from above the ravines, which are clearly small waterfalls with streams......

Although he had all kinds of conjectures about the state of this land in his heart, the scene he saw after actually walking through it was still somewhat beyond Luo Kaixian's expectations, if it weren't for the position of the sun and the general trend of the terrain telling him that this was the plateau in his impression, I am afraid that he would mistake this place for some unknown mountain at the same latitude.

Sitting on horseback, because he didn't need to personally direct the march of the team, he could relax and think about some boundless things, and all these things made Luo Kaixian's mood fluctuate, and it was difficult to have a clear context for a while.

Everything in front of me, compared with some of the impressions in my mind about the future generations that have begun to fade, and compare the differences, a feeling of vicissitudes of life becomes particularly profound. Unlike the places he had traveled before, the land in front of him was the place he was most familiar with "once", and what kind of changes it would play out in the next thousand years, Luo Kaixian, a traveler who had straddled into time and space, knew far more than the people of this era - if he just watched and did nothing.

The biggest problem is that Luo Kaixian knew that he could not be a bystander like a hermit in the deep mountains, and from the moment he bypassed the green mountain, he had been involved in the turbulent history of the East.

Staring at the distant mountains flowing behind him that were different from his memory, Luo Kaixian found himself a little dazed for the first time, thousands of years of time have changed, many things have their own inertia of development, and what kind of variables will be produced if such an alien rashly breaks in?

In the long river of thousands of years, will it be impossible to pry the so-called wheel of history into a silent splash, or will it stir up a monstrous wave?

If it is only the former, does it mean that the changes of the millennium are a chess game manipulated by someone? If it is the latter, can he hold back the surge of this wave, so that the tens of millions of Oriental clans who make up this wave can grasp the fate of his own race?

At this moment, no matter how much Luo considers himself a realistic person, he can't contain the fluctuating thoughts in his heart.

In fact, this is just a collision of ideas that combines many emotions such as nostalgia, longing, time and space dislocation, self-expectation and self-doubt, so as not to make a guy like Luo Kaixian fall into dislocation and addiction, and even while thinking about it, he can't help but sigh, the experience of the previous thirty years is not as complicated as these two or three years, but this heart can't be said to outsiders, at least for the time being.