Zhang Heng has never been to Beihuang.

Not much is known about the Northern Wilderness tribe.

But think with your toes.

Two gold cakes, two slaves, and three women are not a small amount of money.

The land of the Central Plains.

Although the craftsmen's salary is good, it is just a living.

In the Changsheng tribe, craftsmen are already a privileged class.

As the saying goes, businessmen pursue profit while ignoring national laws, while ordinary people struggle hard to survive.

If you are a craftsman and you work hard in the Central Plains for a day, the income from your labor is ten pieces of gold.

But in the Changsheng tribe, you can get a hundred or even a thousand big bucks, and your salary is ten times or a hundred times that of before. What will you choose?

It doesn't matter if you don't know.

Using history as a mirror, we can understand the past and present.

In the early years, foreign institutions poached a large number of our technical and scientific research talents with ten times the salary.

You can think about it. If you have the same job and change the environment, your salary will increase ten times or even a hundred times. Can you resist the temptation?

8,000 Tang coins a month or 80,000 Euros a month, how do you choose?

You can resist the temptation, where is your family?

foreseeable.

Faced with the Changsheng Tribe’s heavy investment in seeking talents, there will definitely be many craftsmen who will rush to the Northern Wilderness with their families.

They will bring advanced forging technology from the Central Plains and quickly bridge the forging gap between the grassland nomads and the Central Plains farming people.

"Valuing craftsmen and talents."

"The Changsheng tribe has a bright leader, and its rise is imminent."

Zhang Heng felt this.

In the Central Plains, wealth was mainly concentrated in the hands of merchants and gentry.

In the countryside, a squire can occupy 80% of the land in the village.

The whole village was working for him as sharecroppers.

When it comes to turning over, what do you use to turn over?

A few people occupy 90% of the wealth and are unwilling to share it with others.

In the Changsheng tribe, they are willing to use part of their profits to subsidize craftsmen and talents and increase their income and treatment.

Over time, brain drain is inevitable.

After all, no one is a god, so they have to eat.

"I think so."

"The Immortal Tribe will definitely become the enemy of the Central Plains in the future, so I suggested that the Twelve Princes come to the Northern Wilderness to develop. Firstly, the Northern Wilderness is far away from the hinterland of the Central Plains, so they can hide their strength and bide their time. Secondly, they can have more contact with the nomadic people in the north to understand what will happen in the future.

It’s easy to prevent accidents.”

Before rebirth.

Yang Pan led his troops everywhere to suppress the rebellion, and finally died fighting.

At that time, the Changsheng tribe had unified all the tribes in the north and claimed to control millions of strings.

Although Yang Pan didn't see the northern troops going south.

But thinking with your toes, seeing the melee in the Central Plains, it is impossible for the unified Northern Wilderness tribe to not have ideas.

So in Yang Pan's opinion.

You will face three stages of crisis.

The crisis in the first half is the rise of Hengzhen, the crisis in the middle is the rebellion in the Central Plains, and the crisis in the second half is the movement of nomadic tribes south.

At this moment, Hengzhen Dao began to shrink and was unable to come out of the Western Wasteland.

Yang Pan had nothing to do with them for the time being, so he could only adjust his thinking, build a high city, and accumulate grain widely, while developing strength in the Northern Wilderness while slowing down the development of the Changsheng tribe.

The effect is quite obvious.

King Min opened his mansion in the Northern Wilderness, and Yang Pan came into contact with many tribal leaders by taking advantage of the opportunity of opening trade routes with each other.

Some tribal leaders are also worried about the growing power of the Changsheng tribe. The two sides hit it off immediately and there is much room for cooperation.

"Master, the palace is here, please."

Talk while walking.

Prince Min's Mansion comes into view.

Under the leadership of Yang Pan, the guards quickly let him go, and not long after, Zhang Heng saw King Min in ordinary clothes.

how to say.

King Min looks to be in his thirties, and in terms of appearance, he is a bit unremarkable.

However, he has strong Qi and blood, and he should be accomplished in martial arts.

As for how high it is, I don't know.

It should be almost the same as Zhenxihou, or maybe a little weaker. Such a level of cultivation is pretty good for a prince.

"But Zhenren Zhang?"

Seeing Zhang Heng, King Min seemed very enthusiastic: "Little Wang has heard of the real person's name for a long time, and I just regret that we haven't been able to meet him for a long time."

Zhang Heng said expressionlessly: "King Min, you don't have to be polite. I'm here to take charge of Beihuang to protect you from the intrusion of Beihuang masters. I won't care about anything else."

King Min looked happy and bowed down and said, "Thank you so much, Master. With your help, I have nothing to worry about."

After he finished speaking, he added: "The real person has just come to the Northern Wilderness. As the host, Xiao Wang should fulfill his duties as a landlord and help the real person receive the wind and wash away the dust."

Zhang Heng refused directly: "I am a poor person in the mountains and don't like prosperity. Just arrange a place for me to live. If possible, don't bother me with other things."

King Min is the prince.

No one knows for sure that he will ascend to the throne of God in the future.

It is really difficult for Zhang Heng to get close to such a person, and he doesn't want to get close.

Because he was too close, he was used as a weapon for no reason.

"The real people are tired from driving and riding, so don't be in a hurry to receive the feast."

King Min is a qualified politician.

No matter what Zhang Heng said, he nodded in agreement, with an "I know, I understand" look on his face.

Look how slick he is.

Zhang Heng was even more unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface.

"Master, how is this house?"

I saw that Zhang Heng was not very interested in King Min.

Yang Pan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over and led him to the backyard of the palace.

This is the courtyard in the backyard of the palace.

There are rockeries, gardens, attics, and flowing water.

From here, you can also lead to Beicheng, which is said to be a gathering place for merchants. It is a half-commercial area and half-entertainment area with many interesting things.

"good."

Zhang Heng looked around and nodded noncommittally.

After hearing this, Yang Pan said from the side: "If the real person feels noisy, I will have someone build a temple for the real person on the mountain outside the city. I expect that with the real person's foot power, the exchange can only take place in a thought."

"No need."

Zhang Heng shook his head and said: "Cultivation of the Tao in the bustling world of mortals depends entirely on rules and regulations. If you are a true immortal in the secular world, you may not be cultivating but you are truly cultivating. This is a good place."

We are all vulgar people, but vulgar people are not vulgar.

Where is the monk?

It is not necessary to live in a Taoist temple or wear Taoist robes.

Zhang Heng likes to dress like a nobleman all day long.

It seems that he is a monk, but he seems not to be. He is not attached to appearance and does not pay attention to external matters. This is how a true monk is.

So in many legends.

A beggar can be a true cultivator, a cripple can be a true cultivator, a chivalrous man with a beard can be a true cultivator, and even a dwarf with a pockmarked face can be a true cultivator.
To be continued...