The one-horse old car headed for Dongyi City, the catkins were gradually flattened, and the crowds gradually gathered. Fan Xian and Ying Ying looked at the scenery in this big city in silence, feeling a little uneasy. The shadow might be a little emotional, but Fan Xian was slightly shocked by the scenes that caught his eyes.
Dongyi City really deserves to be the largest city in the world, covering a very large area. The carriage of the two of them walked in the city for a long time, but they were still far away from the planned location. Goods from all over the world gathered here, countless accents rang out on the street, and countless people in different costumes were bargaining, using a form of sign language that Fan Xian was not very familiar with.
All kinds of market conditions can be seen at a glance in this big city of Dongyi, which is built for merchants. Fan Xian sat in the carriage and looked down the street, and found that there were no commodities that could not be found in this city. He couldn't help admiring in secret, in this bustling and bustling place, who would resist paying a lot of money for tourists from other places
Although Nanqing began to set up a large-scale commercial port in Quanzhou more than 20 years ago, relying on the huge production of the internal warehouse, it took a lot of trade with foreigners at sea, which not only directly led to the decline of Danzhou Port, but also It also caused Dongyi City to be greatly impacted. But after all, Dongyi City is a place where merchants from all over the world gather, especially the fleet that goes out to sea here is proficient in the art of controlling waves, and has many intersections with the continent that hangs far overseas, so the trade has been prosperous until now.
Even the internal treasury under Fan Xian's current control, if it wants to use the sea route, it is impossible to rely entirely on Quanzhou to go to sea, because many adventurers or businessmen from abroad are still accustomed to conducting transactions through Dongyi City.
It may take decades for this state to change - when Fan Xian saw a dozen foreigners on the street, he accepted this point of view in his heart. When he lived in the south of the Yangtze River, the farthest foreigners were willing to go was Quanzhou, so he had never seen any of them.
"Do you find it strange?" Shadow asked in a low voice beside him: "Foreigners only believe in Dongyi City, so Nanqing people feel uncomfortable every time they see these blue-eyed people."
Fan Xian smiled and didn't say anything. He thought to himself that in his previous life, he had taught mahjong all night in the foreign student building, so why would he feel weird looking at foreigners.
"Why don't foreigners trust us in Nanqing? At most they are willing to stay in Quanzhou for a few days, and they are never willing to go deep into the inland." Fan Xian asked softly: "It's okay that Northern Qi doesn't have a suitable outlet to the sea, but I'm here. Three major ports have been built in the south of the Yangtze River, especially Quanzhou Port, which has been repaired for more than 20 years, why hasn’t Dongyi City’s status been completely taken away?”
"I'm not very clear about this." Shadow put down his hat and said indifferently: "But I heard that the relationship between the Quanzhou Navy and foreigners was good more than 20 years ago. Later, something happened to the Quanzhou Navy and the foreigners were also scared away. a lot of."
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and didn't ask any more questions. In fact, during the journey into the city today, seeing all directions with his eyes and listening to the six directions, he savored the atmosphere of the city in Dongyi City which is very different from this mainland, and gradually understood the reason for this.
Dongyi City has always been able to occupy the central position of the world's commerce. The key is that the folk customs here are still free, and merchants use their words and deeds to benefit. On the street, except for the officials of the city lord's mansion who maintain law and order, there are not many government figures at all. I haven't had the chance to see the specific process of the trade with my own eyes, but Fan Xian already has a strong premonition that the trade in Dongyi City basically has a rudimentary form of some kind of contractual relationship. It will try to control the behavior of businessmen, but only draw up a rough market regulation.
In comparison, although Nanqing Jiangnan is also well-developed in commerce, this development and prosperity is largely based on the too special product of Neiku. Jiangnan's business relies on the production of the only one in the inner warehouse, so it can be set by the court, or by itself, and rarely fluctuates.
The commerce in Jiangnan in Qingguo is a kind of commerce monopolized by the imperial court, so whether it is the Ming family, which was extremely prominent back then, or the Xiong family in Lingnan, and the Sun family in Quanzhou, they are just a few successors under the internal treasury. If the imperial court wants these three families to die , they have to die, because the imperial court doesn't care about the sacred contract with the merchants.
However, Dongyi City's business is based on peer-to-peer transactions. No power can shamelessly force it like the Qing court, and no one can do anything like Fan Xian, relying solely on the power in his hand. Let the Ming family vomit three thousand liters of blood and suffer countless losses.
Obviously, for merchants, the latter kind of prosperity is more reliable, or longer lasting, and worthy of trust. Dongyi City is like a gathering place, an autonomous dominion, where businessmen from all over the world live and die. They use their own sweat or cunning to seek benefits.
Fan Xian looked back from the door of a large business, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. If Dongyi City really fell to the Qing Kingdom, how could His Majesty be willing to be willing to 50 years old with his desire for power? The same year? How can you be willing to have so many businessmen not obey your order in the territory under your own rule
If the brilliance of Qing's powerful imperial power really descended on the top of Dongyi City, would this prosperous, free or secretly dirty city still maintain its current vitality
Fan Xian and Ying Ying chose an inconspicuous inn to live in, settled the carriage, walked to the street, and joined the crowd. It was still early at this time, and it was not convenient to do what they wanted to do, so these two strong men with their own ideas in their hearts simply followed the example of their daughter's family and went shopping again in the noisy seaside city.
The reason why Dongyi City is so big is not only the amazing volume of trade that attracts businessmen from all over the world, but also because there are all kinds of strange people gathered here, such as Wang Qinian, the Jiangyang thief back then, and even Miss Ye family and her side blind young servant. There are strange people, naturally there are legends, there are legends, plus the glorious name of Si Gu Jian, I don’t know how many homeless people come to settle down and live, and how many young people from the Northern Qi Dynasty and the Southern Qing Dynasty come to travel.
Even the Hu people in the grasslands and the Xueman in the north have come here at all costs. Year after year, the population of Dongyi City is increasing, and the city is expanding...
Looking at the various styles of buildings on the street, Fan Xian was amazed. He thought to himself that the Bund was nothing more than that. It's just that most of the buildings on the Bund were Western buildings, while the buildings in Dongyi City here are in various styles from the mainland. The black and green cornices of the Northern Qi Dynasty inherited from the Great Wei Dynasty, the square buildings of Zhuangsu in the Qing Dynasty, the domed and arched houses on the grassland, the golden rain arrow tower in Nanzhao...
It is said that in the past, the foreigner's buildings were also in Dongyi City for a while, but with the rise of the Lao Ye family, the status of the foreigners fell to the ground, and the trade on this continent began to go in the direction of net income.
The reason is very simple, the silk tea porcelain that foreigners want to buy, they can't make it. And the very expensive glass, mirrors and other goods they sold back then, the old Ye family can also make them, and they can make them better and sell them cheaper.
Therefore, today's maritime trade is very difficult for the kingdoms of the overseas mainland, because Dongyi City no longer needs their goods, and they are required to pay in cash. If it wasn't for more than ten years ago, it was said that a large number of silver mines were discovered in a wild place in the overseas mainland, I am afraid that they would have been killed by the cunning and cruel businessmen in Dongyi City and the old Ye family who fell from the sky. The treasury has been emptied, and it can no longer support the luxury goods needs of their domestic nobles.
After hearing Fan Xian's emotion, Shadow said coldly: "We are no different from foreigners, except that their military power is just like their mages. It looks good, but it is useless at all, so we have to exploit it." , just come here every year to complain about suffering.”
Hearing this, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing. He still remembered that the first moment he was reborn in this world, he saw the shadow beside him flying over like a falcon, instantly killing a mage...
The sun is slanting slightly, and Dongyi City is still bustling. Although the shops are gradually closing, the sensual places in the side streets are preparing to turn on the red lights.
"Have you finished watching?" Shadow suddenly asked.
Fan Xian gently pulled the hat with his fingers, and after a moment of silence he said, "Yes."
He is a traveler from another world, but he cannot be a simple traveler in this life. When the rare half-day trip to Dongyi comes to an end, Fan Xian will return to the darkness and escape from the sights. Joyful and relieved, he picked up the black dagger again.
The shadow tilted his head slightly, turned to the right, passed a row of ice stalls selling saury, and disappeared into an alley, and the hat disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The setting sun in the west lost the honor of shining over the East China Sea, and was even more tragically blocked by various tall buildings in Dongyi City, turning into patches of darkness. Fan Xian walked in and covered his tracks.
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The city lord's mansion in Dongyi City was brightly lit. Although it was not completely night yet, and the lingering sunset light was still shining on the high eaves of the city lord's mansion, the servants in the mansion had already lit up the lights. It seemed that they were a little afraid of Dongyi. The arrival of night in Yicheng.
The missions from Nanqing and Northern Qi will arrive at Dongyi City in a few days, and everyone knows that the great master in the sword hut will decide the future direction of Dongyi City after the opening of the hut. But everyone knows better that as long as Master Juggernaut dies, no matter what Dongyi City chooses, it will be an endless night for these people who are happy in the name of free merchants.
Among all these people, the most nervous one is of course the city lord of Dongyi City, because whether Dongyi becomes an overseas territory of Nanqing or Northern Qi, he, the nominal city lord, naturally has no need to continue to exist.
The reason why he is said to be the city lord in name is because the real masters of Dongyi City are Sigu Jian and Jianlu. He just enjoys the glory and wealth and performs simple administrative work as an agent.
The city lord looked worriedly at the middle-aged swordsman seated opposite him, and said with a faint sigh: "Master Yun, if you say something unlucky, the sword master will not be able to do it right now. As the head of the sword hut, you have to make up your mind. "
Yun Zhilan, the head disciple of the Sword Hut, lowered his head slightly, and kept silent for a long time before he said: "Master, you have your own discretion, and the city lord, don't worry about it."
"Even if I don't worry about myself, I still have to worry about the people in this city." The city lord stared into his eyes and said, "If Nanqing is really surrendered, at worst, I will go to the capital of Nanqing to be a free and unfettered prince... But I, Dongyi, have worked hard. Since the city was built, is it true that you really want to give it to Emperor Nanqing's great enemy?"
Yun Zhilan knew that the city lord deliberately said so high-sounding, but he was actually not worried about his own future if the city was broken and scattered. If this person really dared to go to the capital of Nanqing to be the prince of Xiaoyao, why should he be so solemn to himself today? ... Everyone knows that the emperor of Nanqing's ambition and frightening vicious temperament, the city wants to be the Marquis of Xiaoyao, and if he can't do it for two years, he will be ushered in a cup of poisoned wine.
But Yun Zhilan had to admit that he was very consistent with the thoughts of the City Lord's Mansion. As a strong man of the ninth rank, he certainly wasn't worried about his future after the city was broken. Even Emperor Qing would definitely welcome him. It's just that he grew up in Dongyi City since he was a child, and he has a sense of belonging and love for this city and Fang Jianlu from the deepest part of his soul. No matter what, he can't accept that Dongyi City will surrender without a fight. It was included in the territory of Nanqing.
If it can still be independent from the two forces in the world, it is of course the best future for Dongyi City, but if the situation is irreversible, Yun Zhilan would rather join hands with the relatively weak Northern Qi court to resist Nanqing together!
Yun Zhilan frowned slightly, his eyelids moved weakly twice, revealing two flashes of cold light inside, he knew that at this moment an important person was in the sword hut, and he was having an extremely important battle with Master Shizun conversation.
If this negotiation can be successful, then Dongyi City will stand up bravely and have the most decisive resistance against the mighty Nanqing.
Yun Zhilan raised his eyes, looked at the city lord and said, "I won't surrender."
The city lord of Dongyi City was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect the other party to agree so readily, but to be honest, the city lord has been in a state of tossing and turning for the past two years, and no matter what choice he made, he couldn't make him happy unless Sigu Jian My lord's injury recovered, and he repeated the divine power of the past.
He looked at Yun Zhilan hesitantly and said, "But... what does Master Juggernaut mean? I haven't seen him for more than two years."
Yun Zhilan didn't answer this question, and his expression was a little weird, because until now, he, the head disciple of the Sword Cottage, still doesn't know what Master Master thinks, whether to fight or surrender
However, he immediately calmed down, thinking of the big man in the sword hut at this time, he took a deep breath and said: "Master, I think I don't want his life's hard work to be ruined like this."
The Lord City Lord furrowed his brows deeply, glanced at Yun Zhilan, and tentatively said, "Everyone knows that Lord Sword Saint was wounded by Emperor Qing on Dadong Mountain two and a half years ago. It is absolutely impossible to think that Lord Juggernaut would be interested in Nanqing, but in the past two years, news has gradually spread that Shisanlang Wang is a closed disciple of Lord Juggernaut, but he is on good terms with Nanqing Fan Xian. I don't know, Yun How does the master think about this matter?"
As soon as these words came out, Yun Zhilan's expression became serious, and he said solemnly: "Thirteen Lang is my junior brother, and everything he does is arranged by the master."
"Because his friendship with Fan Xian was arranged by the Sword Master, this is what I'm most worried about." The city lord looked at Yun Zhilan and said seriously.
Yun Zhilan fell into silence. He had also felt an infinite chill from this arrangement in the past. He never imagined that Master Shizun, who had been lonely and arrogant all his life, would be willing to abandon his deep hatred and fight with Nan Qing before he died. Make contact in the dark.
"Thirteen Lang..." He sighed in his heart, and said to himself: "Senior brother has no opinion on you, even if the master wants you to take over the sword house, I will only obey your orders, but..."
The light on the wine table suddenly dimmed and then brightened, reflecting Yun Zhilan's chilly face with uncertainty. He knew that the most important thing at this time was not to let the people from Nanqing disturb the important negotiation in the Sword Hut. On the side of the sword hut, he has arranged countless masters to ambush outside, and outside the Meipu courtyard, he has also arranged many strong men.
Yun Zhilan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "I've already made arrangements with Thirteen Langs, please rest assured, Lord City Lord."
The city lord frowned slightly and said, "That's great, as long as Nanqing Fan Xian doesn't come in person."
"That little Master Fan is still on the way." Yun Zhilan said with awe in his eyes, calmly but firmly: "But, if he dares to find Junior Brother alone, I will keep him there forever."
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Fan Xian had already arrived, and he and Ying Ying had admired the cornices of the City Lord's Mansion like tourists, but no one in Dongyi City knew about it, and at the same time, Fan Xian didn't know that Yun Zhilan, the head disciple of the Sword Cottage, had a crush on him because of his love for him. Dongyi City and the loyalty in his heart began to protect Jianlu with all his strength, even at the expense of hurting Wang Shisanlang, and wanted to keep the people from Nanqing on this land forever.
When night fell, Fan Xian came to a courtyard in the suburbs of Dongyi City. Looking at the green banners hanging on the wall of the low courtyard, he couldn't help smiling. At this time, he naturally didn't dare to go up and knock on the door directly, but took a few turns, passed through the back of a plum garden, and prepared to meet Wang Shisanlang who had been waiting for him.
Walking through the plum blossoms, when about five or six steps away from the back door, Fan Xian stopped because he didn't hear the dog barking in the courtyard, and Thirteen Lang had told him when he was chatting. He, he raised a dirt dog with the sharpest nose.
—Dogs may be made into dog meat hot pot, but Mei will not drop a single branch.
Fan Xian's fingers were slightly bent, his eyes were lowered, and he stared at a plum tree in front of his feet, knowing that there was an ambush here, and that the people ambush were all experts. Because when he paused, he felt a gust of wind passing by him, cutting off a branch of plum, and then, strong sword intent from all directions seeped over.
He didn't know why Thirteen Lang didn't warn him in advance, but he clearly sensed that Dongyi City, a ghostly place... Jiupin's swordsmen were indeed mass-produced. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)