I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

In Boliu Mansion, people were also busy.

Countless guards gathered to check weapons and equipment, while servants were busy packing all kinds of supplies, including exquisite silk, precious tea, and rare wine. These were the specialties of the Qin Dynasty and also the "weapons" to open up trade routes.

Since the imperial court is prepared, they will naturally take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune.

A few days later, everything was ready.

A mighty procession left Xianyang City, with a fluttering Qin flag at the front.

Bo Jing bid farewell to his family and took countless Shang merchants with him. They rode on tall horses, looked back at the towering gate of Xianyang City, and walked towards the south with their heads held high.

The team headed south and everything went smoothly at the beginning. However, once the team left the Daqin official road, the journey became difficult.

The mountain roads in the south were rugged, and everyone had to get off the carriage frequently and work together to push it forward.

The climate in the mountains is also changeable, sometimes it is scorching hot, sometimes it rains heavily, and the roads are muddy, which always makes the horse's hooves sink deeply into them.

Fortunately, the route previously pioneered by the Qin envoys could help them avoid many detours.

On the second day after entering South Vietnam, they encountered a local tribe.

The tribal leader brought a group of men armed with spears and surrounded them.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the guards quickly drew their weapons and stood in front of Bo Jing.

Bo Jing, however, looked calm. He signaled the guards to lay down their weapons, took a piece of fine silk from the carriage, and with a smile on his face, slowly walked towards the tribal leader behind the crowd.

The chief had gray hair, was leaning on a crutch made of a branch, and was wearing local linen clothes.

"Chief, we are a caravan from Daqin. We come here only to exchange what we have and make friends. This is a little gift from Daqin, and we hope you will accept it." Bo Jing said in fluent local language.

The tribal leader did not take the silk immediately, but looked at Bo Jing and his group carefully.

There were many of them, and they were all armed with sharp weapons. Even though Bo Jing put on a smile, he couldn't relax.

"Daqin Merchants, Yang?"

The tribal leader's Qin language was not very good and he spoke haltingly, but it did not hinder everyone's understanding.

Bo Jing immediately knew who the Yang he was referring to was.

He bowed to the leader, his smile growing wider. "Uncle Yang, yes, Yang Zhishang, that's my uncle. We're together."

As Bo Jing spoke, he asked the disciples behind him to take out a lot of food from the carriage and place it on the ground.

"Since the leader has met Uncle Yang, he should know that we are only bartering. Is it okay to exchange these things for a night's accommodation?"

The leader looked at the goods on the ground, then looked up at Bo Jing and the others.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly nodded, stretched out his hand to call a few men, and asked them to carry the things away.

"Follow us and don't wander around."

"Hey, thank you, Chief."

As they spoke, the two groups of people, one in front and one behind, began to move towards a valley between the mountains.

As everyone talked, the locals' vigilance towards the caravan eased a little.

The tribal leader learned of Boliu's purpose and showed great interest in their caravan.

"You're going south?"

Bojing nodded, "Uncle Yang said that there are many tribes in the south after crossing the mountains. It would be too troublesome to go back and forth every time. That's why we called the younger generation in the family and wanted to set up a few shops along the way to restock the goods regularly."

"Shop? The kind of shop east of here?"

Before the leader could speak, the man next to him couldn't help but ask first.

But they all heard that the East had been conquered and incorporated since it provoked the Qin Dynasty.

It is said that each incorporated tribe has its own special shops and schools.

That group of people's lives are much better than before.

Mainly, the Qin Dynasty gave them a lot of agricultural tools and taught them how to grow tea and raise bees.

Many nearby tribes followed their example, collecting the crops and selling them in exchange for other things.

The goods from Daqin are great, all of them are good things that they never dared to imagine before.

Thinking of this, the man looked at the carriage behind the caravan with fiery eyes.

Bo Jing noticed his look, chuckled, and explained at a leisurely pace, "It's similar to the shop on the east side, just a little smaller."

There were fewer and fewer fallen leaves on the ground, and the destination was approaching. Bo Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of temptation in his voice.

"The shops on the east side were built with aid from the imperial court. They are naturally larger and have a richer variety of goods."

He put on a somewhat exaggerated expression of envy, his eyes filled with admiration: "The shops that His Majesty has ordered to be supervised are beyond the reach of even us."

The leader, who had been keeping his head down and saying nothing, heard this and thought to himself: That's right.

but……

I remembered what Bojing said about building shops along the way.

A gleam of light flashed in the old man's eyes.

If this shop is set up in their tribe, then in the future, won’t the nearby tribes have to come to them if they want to exchange things?

The benefits brought about by this are really not a little bit...

"Bo, let's go. We have arrived at our tribe. You can stay at my house tonight." The old man pulled Bo Jing's wrist and smiled friendly, without any trace of the distance he had kept before.

Bo Jing pretended not to notice and was equally cheerful as he stepped forward to support the old man's arm.

"Thank you so much for letting us rest here, Chief."

"You are a young man from the Yang family. We are one family. Stay a few more days and try our food..."

The man who was pushed away looked at the two people walking away with a puzzled look on his face.

what happened?

Why are you suddenly so cheerful like a relative?

And pushed yourself away?

Isn’t he the bravest warrior in the entire tribe?

The man scratched his head, unable to figure it out. Finally, he decided to give up and ran to the other man.

When you enter the valley, the first thing that catches your eye is a group of wooden houses of different heights.

Outside the tribe, there is a fence made of tree trunks half a person's thickness.

"The leader is back, bringing many Qin people with him!"

"There are so many goods. Can we exchange them? I'll go back and get the furs..."

With their return, the entire tribe suddenly became lively.

Especially after seeing the full carriages behind Bo Jing and his group, the tribesmen were even happier.

Most of the men in their tribe wore linen clothes, but many of the women and children wore clothes made of better materials.

Bo Jing could tell at a glance that those colors and materials were from his Great Qin.

It must have been Uncle Yang who did it.

Well done!