Ming Zuo

Chapter 1572 Southwest
The demonstration effect of stone pillars is extremely powerful.

Qin Liangyu was originally the spiritual pillar of this area.

After Shizhu opened his heart to the empire, all the chieftains nearby understood that there was no need to insist.

The empire's rule over this area is deepening at a very rapid pace.

In this way, the local people quickly realized the benefits.

They timidly walked out of the mountains and traded with the Han people with barren but novel commodities.

After getting a satisfactory return, the news spread in the mountains like growing feet.

The mountain, which was daunting for countless dynasties before, belonged to the empire so easily.

At this time, Zuo Menggeng had already arrived in Chongqing.

In fact, as soon as you pass Wushan, the rhythm in the air is completely different.

Slowness is the charm of this land since ancient times.

If you use a Sichuanese to explain it to you, it is Bashi.

Ba Shi is the favorite of Sichuan people.

Especially after heavy labor, if there is no Bashi, Sichuan people will be irritable.

The surrounding mountains are well isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, which naturally makes this place a bit slower than other places.

Sichuan people are used to this, and it cannot be changed by whoever rules this land.

At the beginning, Zhuge Liang's six Northern Expeditions all failed miserably. Historians and military strategists have summed up countless reasons.

In Zuo Menggeng's view, Zhuge Liang failed because he made the people of Sichuan feel uncomfortable.

Mountain City is born with a stick.

This place is awesome heaven.

Especially when the emperor came, the sticks were looking forward to it.

The huge entourage of the emperor can make the sticks full for several months.

If anyone gets the chance to lift up the emperor, it will be a topic of honor for several lifetimes.

Since the post-Shu era, no emperor's footprints have been left on this land.Therefore, the arrival of the emperor this time made this land very uncomfortable for a while.

It's a pity that the sticks were disappointed that the emperor's legs and feet were better than them, so they didn't get the chance to lift the emperor.

"After the waterway is opened, this is the gateway to Sichuan and Sichuan, and even has the significance of connecting the southwest and the Central Plains. If you can't develop under such conditions, you will never be an official in this life."

At the place where the Yangtze River and the Jialing River meet, under the evening sun, Zuo Menggeng set up a stove with a copper pot on it.

The pot is divided into yin and yang, one red and one white.

The messy sewage was poured into the pot, and the fragrance went up against the two rivers, deep into the land of Bashu.

The officials sat around, ignoring the temptation of the fragrance, busy memorizing the emperor's words.

"The population will not move out, and I am confident that it will catch up with Wuchang in ten years."

When Sun Liya faced Zuo Menggeng, he didn't feel much pressure.

As the eldest son of Sun Qifeng, he has met Zuo Menggeng too many times, because he is very free-wheeling and says what he wants.

In his opinion, the population of Bashu is just right, no more, no less.As long as there is no war and a little new policy is implemented, this place can become a paradise on earth.

Zuo Menggeng nodded, agreeing to his request.

"Songjiang Mansion has already said hello. After the Three Gorges is dredged, the ships from Bashu can be put directly on the seashore, and then transported to all parts of the world. Get started, good things will be done, and then Bashu will be used to influence the entire Southwest. Empire and Whether the Wehrmacht can gain a foothold on the plateau depends entirely on you."

Zuo Menggeng made a solemn request, and the officials solemnly said yes, feeling overwhelmed.

From Chongqing all the way to the west, Zuo Menggeng was delighted to find that new crops such as peppers, potatoes, and corns had already blossomed and borne fruit on this land, as usual.

Sichuan people are always quick to accept anything that makes them comfortable.

So when he arrived in Chengdu, he was in a very good mood.

Even though there was a war here a few months ago, the air is now filled with the aroma of chili peppers.

"How many times did you hit him?"

In Chengdu, Zuo Menggeng met Duan Zhonglian and Ayunna.

The couple seemed fine at this time, and there were no cracks.

In this way, Zuo Menggeng felt relieved.

Ayunna looked at the emperor curiously, and was a little disappointed when she found that there was no difference.

"Three meals."

"When Zuo Rong asked, it was just a pause."

"Later I learned more, so I was beaten up twice."

"Are you still angry?"

Ayunna stood up, stretched her arms, and circled like a butterfly.

The clothes on her body are exquisite and beautiful, which cannot be produced on the plateau.

"Your Majesty, will we all have such a life in the future?"

Zuo Menggeng smiled slightly.

"Only better."

"Can I go to Shangdu to have a look? He said it's heaven."

Zuo Menggeng solemnly extended the invitation.

"Welcome you husband and wife, welcome all your clansmen to play."

He said "to play", not "to be a guest".

The meaning is very different.

Going to play can be as casual as your own home.

To be a guest is to be an outsider.

Ayunna felt the difference, and like all the Qiang people, they all smiled happily.

A huge and prosperous tea horse market has been established in Chengdu.

The goods that used to require courage to be transported to the plateau are endless here.

The cattle and sheep sold by people in the plateau are endless here.

The Han people, the Qiang people, the Li people, and the Tibetans walked freely in the market.Sometimes they talk calmly, and sometimes they quarrel with each other.

But Zuo Menggeng noticed that both parties in quarrels and even fights are equal, and there are winners and losers in the result.

No matter what the result is, everyone can accept it.

Because when the police decide the case, they will not look at whether you are Han or Qiang.

"In another three years, if we start from here and set foot on the plateau, we won't have to worry about going back."

Zuo Rong was full of confidence.

He saw countless exquisite products from the Central Plains being transported to the plateau through the chain bridge over the Dadu River, and he understood that these could also be turned into thousands of troops.

Zuo Menggeng didn't seem to hear his words, but kept stroking the lion on the bridge base with his hands, his eyes were far-reaching.

The bridge was supposed to appear 60 years later, and then became famous more than 300 years later.

But the empire was built ahead of time for the needs of communication and commerce.

The iron locks are still under the bridge, and the top is covered with wooden boards.

This is the optimal solution for building bridges in such places.

The bridge that Zuo Menggeng saw in his eyes had no wooden boards, only a series of ferocious iron locks.

Eighteen warriors seem to be climbing up from the opposite side.

Maybe at that time they only wanted to open the attack channel for the whole army, but they didn't know that what they opened with their flesh and blood was actually the gate of the new world.

Eighteen warriors, I wonder if you will come here again in 300 years?
Maybe at that time, you brought your family to these mountains and rivers, right?
With his thoughts drifting away, Zuo Menggeng silently raised his hand, and made the most solemn military salute to the bridge in front of him.

(End of this chapter)