The huge Zhao State had more than 300,000 people, but it only took one mansion.

But the exotic atmosphere is quite strong.

A few days later, Liao Prime Minister Jia Daihua personally led thousands of cavalry and hundreds of civil and military officials to the border between the two countries to greet him, which was extremely solemn.

"I respectfully welcome His Highness back to the country——"

Thousands of people shouted in unison, their voices reaching into the sky.

Eight tall Dawan horses pull the elephant chariot, and the curtains are lowered, showing the majesty of the king.

"Princess, let's get in the car!"

Holding the princess in his hands and holding his son in his arms, the King of Liao boarded the carriage with a majestic and heroic attitude.

The mountain keeps shouting.

After traveling thousands of miles, we arrived at the city of Samarkand ten days later.

This thousand-year-old city in Central Asia is much better than Ili, but it is only inferior to Beijing.

"How far is it from the capital?"

"About three to five hundred miles." Jia Daihua lowered his head slightly, with confusion on his face: "Your Highness, Bukhara is slightly inferior to Samarkand, but it is not bad at all. There are hundreds of thousands of people living there."

"Whether it's the palace or the market, they are both good."

"But no matter what, Samarkand is the first city."

The King of Liao chuckled and said: "I heard that Samarkand was once the center of Khwarezm, and it was also called the Hezhong area."

"With such a majestic city, wouldn't it be a pity not to be a country?"

Jia Daihua wanted to persuade him again, but the King of Liao sighed: "I am afraid that the kite will break its strings and forget my Ming Dynasty..."

When it came to this, Jia Daihua naturally did not dare to persuade him any more, so he could only bite the bullet and agree, and then arrange the matter of moving the capital.

The King of Liao also didn't like the name Samarkand: "The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortal caressed my head, tied my hair and received immortality..."

"In this case, Samarkand will be renamed Yujing City from today on!"

Jia Daihua's lips moved, but no words came out.

Well, you are being too casual.

However, Jia Daihua still reported on the situation of Liao Kingdom according to the plan:

"The Liao Kingdom is 1,500 miles long from east to west, 1,600 miles from north to south, with eight prefectures and 20 counties, a population of 2.2 million, and an army of 100,000..."

"How much are the taxes?"

"In terms of silver dollars, it's about 1.5 million, of which only 600,000 are agricultural taxes, and the rest are commercial taxes."

Jia Daihua said casually: "Because they have limited resources, many tribes pay taxes on cattle and sheep, so there is no conversion. There are about 200,000 head a year."

"Too little, too little -"

The King of Liao hesitated, shaking his head.

Jia Daihua stood aside, wondering whether he was talking about people or taxes, or maybe both.

…

At the same time, as autumn falls in the north, the dry season begins in South Asia.

Ceylon (Sri Lanka), Yanbao.

This is the third dry season for the Kingdom of Ceylon and their third year of development.

The Kingdom of Ceylon has changed greatly.

After several conquests and operations, the population of the Kingdom of Ceylon has expanded to more than 100,000 people, with hundreds of large and small tribes. It can be said that this island can already be called a country.

Conflict with the Kingdom of Jaffna gradually arose.

"The ship is coming, the ship is coming -"

The port terminal has begun to take shape, with a trestle extending out, and then a large ship slowly docks.

Portuguese ship from Goa,

Immediately, a short-bearded Han man wearing a short robe came eagerly with a ledger and a group of big men.

The captain was not surprised by this and said directly: "Oh, my Zhang, I brought a lot of goods this time, as well as your favorite Han people."

"Fifty people, both men and women."

Sun Bai held the pen and the account book and said with a smile: "Still at the old price, you can choose pearls or ivory."

"Of course pearls." The bearded captain said with a smile: "Those Indians like to exchange gold for pearls."

"I heard that you are going to expand your army for war?"

"Who said that?" Sun Bai frowned.

"It's spread all over Goa." The bearded man said with a smile: "You are going to fight the Kingdom of Jaffna. They are supported by the Dutch. Do you have enough gunpowder? Do you need mercenaries?"

"Mercenary?"

"The sailors on my ship are all good men. There are about thirty people. Whether it is gold or pearls, I can pay for it."

The bearded man smiled and showed his big yellow teeth: "Don't worry, they are all good at dealing with those natives."

"I can't make the decision." Sun Bai frowned and said, "Let's wait until the goods are handed over!"

Immediately, a group of people unloaded a large amount of goods, including fifty Han people.

Most of these so-called Han people are actually of mixed origin, speak poor dialects, and only have Han names.

But even this, Ceylon still accepts it.

After one or two years of absorption, the number of Han Chinese in Ceylon exceeded 3,000, and a ruling class was initially established.

Sun Bai stepped back to Yanbao.

At this time, Yanbao changed drastically and became a small square city, enough to accommodate 5,000 people, with a moat and towering walls.

The once narrow castle has become a royal palace, where the Zhu family lives.

"Your Highness!" Sun Bai came over in a hurry, lowering his head and recounting the mercenary incident just now.

"When the rain stops, people's hearts become confused."

Zhu Ci sighed: "Mercenaries are unreliable and will only expose our true and falsehoods."

"Even the Portuguese don't have good intentions."

"Aren't they supporting us because they are unwilling to let the Dutch control the Kingdom of Jaffna? How can we, Ceylon, be willing to become a puppet?"
Chapter completed!