Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1950 The Impact of the Great Zhou

After the weather warms up, the thick cotton-padded clothes are definitely no longer suitable, but the elves can actually switch back to their original linen clothes and animal skin clothes.

But it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Having touched that soft and comfortable pure cotton material, how could they possibly stand the original rough linen clothes now?
The elves are now only wondering why their wages are so low, and now that the season has changed, they have no money to buy new clothes.

Wright had never encountered anything like this before. He was completely dumbfounded.

According to the tribespeople, they need more jobs and more income.

But where is he going to create so many positions now?

Wright was indeed inexperienced in this regard, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that a position first and foremost required the ability to create corresponding value.

At present, the Elven race obtains timber and ore through logging and mining, then sells the timber and ore to the Great Zhou to obtain currency, which is then used to pay wages to the Elven people.

This is a cycle: if he wants to add more positions, then those positions must first generate revenue.

This was a huge problem for Wright at that time.

During this time, Wright did consider whether to offer some of their tribe's special resources for trade.

But he wasn't stupid; he knew what could be traded and what couldn't.

Not to mention that some things are only useful to the Elven race, and not very useful to other races.

As the Elf King, Light occasionally confides in his younger brother, who shares the same mother.

He had to admit that the cost of change was enormous, more so than he had in the past thousand years.

Seeing his elder brother's distress, Morton, the elven prince, simply shrugged.

"Brother, why don't you seek help from the Great Zhou?"

As the younger brother of the Elf King, Morton has always been the kind of elf who enjoys life.

Among all the elves, Morton is definitely a true 'pro-Zhou' supporter. After all, the food and goods of the Great Zhou have indeed made his life more comfortable, which makes him feel very favorable towards the Great Zhou.

Upon hearing this, Wright rubbed his temples, feeling a slight headache coming on.

He harbored no ill will toward Da Zhou. Both sides had always maintained a friendly attitude, and so far, they had an excellent relationship.

But this does not mean that he, as the Elf King, is willing to ask the Great Zhou for help with everything.

He knew this was not a good thing.

At this stage, their cooperation can be considered a mutually beneficial arrangement. However, if they frequently rely on the Great Zhou on this basis, they will inevitably fall into a passive position in this alliance.

Wright's concerns were not unreasonable, but often circumstances are beyond one's control.

Before the emergence of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Elven race was basically still in a state of bartering, where survival was the primary concern.

As the Elf King, Light was determined to change the status quo.

Normally, if the Elven race wants to develop a mature system from this stage, it needs to take it step by step and invest a long time.

To be honest, Wright was completely at a loss before. The entire Elf race was giving up, trapped in a dead end, mired in a quagmire, and powerless to save themselves.

The appearance of the Great Zhou was undoubtedly an external force that brought variables to Wright and the Elven race, and even directly turned this deadlock around.

What would normally take the Elven race several generations to accomplish was achieved in a short time thanks to the 'external impact' of the Great Zhou.

But such efficiency comes at a price.

It should be understood that the Great Zhou is a civilization with a rich culture and a mature system. If the Elven race and the Great Zhou were to clash at the cultural and systemic level, given the Elven race's level of sophistication, the Elven race would inevitably suffer a devastating impact!

It's like a group of rural people from a remote mountain area suddenly stumbling into the dazzling world of a big city; they will soon be completely swallowed up and assimilated.

You can certainly try to get rid of it, but is it really that easy?

It's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away! At this moment, Wright suddenly realized that he seemed to have been swept up by a powerful force, but now that the situation had developed to this point, could he blame the Great Zhou?

It's important to know that Da Zhou made this cooperative project very clear from the very beginning.

That is, the other party buys resources from them and gives them currency, which the elves can use to buy goods from their Great Zhou in their trading markets.

It's very simple and clear: it's a mutually beneficial collaboration.

Even after that, the Great Zhou did nothing else; they simply sold things in the trade market, and there was nothing wrong with the things they sold.

In this situation, problems arose within their elven race, and to some extent, Wright was indeed to blame; it was truly a failure of his role as the Elven King.

To put it bluntly, he was the one seeking change this time, but when change came, he was also the one who couldn't withstand the impact of it.

Ultimately, it was due to his lack of experience and insufficient preparation.

Even though they were both elves, if it had been Zhou Xu, or any of his governors, who had been in charge, things would not have turned out so passively.

Wright clearly realized that the main reason for the current situation was his own lack of ability, which made him feel a sense of frustration.

Perhaps sensing Wright's emotional fluctuations, Prince Morton subconsciously offered a word of comfort.

"Brother, don't overthink it. You've already done enough."

Although Prince Morton was usually rather carefree, he had a very good relationship with his older brother.

"There's no point in thinking about other things too much, just relax."

Wright was speechless after hearing his brother's words.

"You have a big heart."

"hey-hey."

Prince Morton chuckled twice.

"It's not that I'm really carefree, but I know my brother's strength. As long as you're here, nothing serious will happen to our Elf race."

Wright was at a loss for words.

To be honest, Wright himself thought so too.

As a typical high-martial-strength race, the upper limit of the Elf race depends on the strength of its strongest member.

As the strongest of the current Elf race, Wright is the pillar of the Elf race. As long as he is still alive, the Elves will not feel panicked.

However, Wright still offered a reasonable reminder...

"That emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his wife, are also extremely powerful, so don't relax too much."

“But aren’t we allies with the Great Zhou now? As things stand, the Great Zhou shouldn’t have any reason to be our enemy; that would be too risky.”

"..."

Upon hearing Prince Morton's assessment, Wright couldn't help but comment.

“Morton, sometimes I even think that you might be more suited to be the Elf King than I am.”

"No, please don't! I'm doing just fine now."

Prince Morton immediately shook his head violently.

"There's a saying in the 'Annals of Emperors' that's right: 'The bystander sees more of the game than the player.'"

After saying that, Prince Morton stopped talking to Wright.

"I suddenly remembered I have an afternoon tea appointment with other people, so I'll have to go now! Let's talk again next time!"

(End of this chapter)