The demonstration effect of stone pillars is extremely powerful.
Qin Liangyu was originally the spiritual pillar of this area.
When Shizhu opened his heart to the empire, all the nearby chieftains understood that there was no need to persist.
The empire's rule over this area is deepening at a very rapid rate.
In this way, local people will quickly realize the benefits.
They timidly walked out of the mountains, carrying barren but novel goods to trade with the Han people.
After getting a satisfactory reward, the news spread across the mountains like it had legs.
The mountains that countless dynasties had been afraid of before were so easily owned by the empire.
At this time, Zuo Mengeng had already arrived in Chongqing.
In fact, once you pass Wushan, the rhythm in the air is completely different.
Slowness is the eternal charm of this land.
If a Sichuan person were to explain it to you, it would be Bashi.
What Sichuan people like the most is Bashi.
Especially after heavy labor, Sichuan people will be irritable if there is no Bashi.
The surrounding mountains are well isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, which naturally makes this place slower than other places.
Sichuan people are used to this, and it cannot be changed by whoever rules this land.
Zhuge Liang's six Northern Expeditions all ended in disastrous defeats. Historians and military strategists attributed this to numerous reasons.
In Zuo Mengeng's view, Zhuge Liang failed because he made life uncomfortable for the people of Sichuan.
Shancheng is born with great things.
This kind of place is a paradise for awesome people.
Especially when the emperor comes, the stick sticks are eagerly looking forward to it.
The emperor's huge entourage can keep Bangbang fed for several months.
If any Bangbang gets the chance to lift up the emperor, it will be a glorious talking point for several lifetimes.
Since Hou Shu, there have been no traces of the emperor on this land. Therefore, the arrival of the emperor this time has made this land a rare and pleasant experience.
Unfortunately, to the disappointment of Bangbang, the emperor's legs and feet were very good and more agile than them, so they did not get the chance to lift the emperor.
"After the waterway is opened, this will be the gateway to Sichuan and Sichuan, and it will even have the important significance of connecting the southwest and the Central Plains. If it cannot develop despite such conditions, you should never be an official in this life."
At the intersection of the Yangtze River and the Jialing River, Zuo Mengeng set up a stove and made a copper pot on it under the evening sun.
The pot is divided into yin and yang, one red and one white.
The messy water entered the pot, and the aroma traveled up the two rivers and penetrated deep into the land of Bashu.
The officials sat around, ignoring the temptation of the aroma and busy remembering the emperor's words.
"As long as the population does not move out, I am confident that we will catch up with Wuchang in ten years."
When Sun Liya faced Zuo Mengeng, she didn't feel much pressure.
As the eldest son of Sun Qifeng, he has met Zuo Mengeng too many times because he is very free to do whatever he wants and say whatever he wants.
In his opinion, the population of Bashu is just right, no more and no less. As long as there is no war and a few new policies are implemented, this place can become a paradise on earth.
Zuo Mengeng nodded, agreeing to his request.
"Songjiang Prefecture has already said hello. After the Three Gorges is dredged, Bashu's ships can be put directly on the seaside and then transported to all parts of the world. Get started, get all the good things, and then use Bashu to influence the entire southwest. The empire and
Whether the National Defense Forces can stand firm on the plateau depends entirely on you."
Zuo Menggeng made a solemn request, and the officials said yes with awe and excitement.
Heading west from Chongqing, Zuo Mengeng was delighted to find that new crops such as peppers, potatoes, and corn were already bearing 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 still a war here a few months ago, the air is now filled with the aroma of chili peppers.
"How many times did you beat him?"
In Chengdu, Zuo Mengeng met Duan Zhonglian and Ayuna.
The enemy couple seemed to be doing well at this time, and there were no cracks.
Zuo Mengeng was relieved.
Ayuna looked at the emperor curiously and found that there was no difference, and she was slightly disappointed.
"Three meals."
"When Zuo Rong asked, it was just a meal."
"Later I found out more, so I beat him twice more."
"Are you still angry?"
Ayuna stood up, stretched out her arms, and circled like a butterfly.
The clothes on her body are exquisite and beautiful, and cannot be produced on the plateau.
"Your Majesty, will we all have such a life in the future?"
Zuo Mengeng smiled slightly.
"It can only be better."
"Can I go to Xanadu and see it? He said it is heaven."
Zuo Mengeng solemnly extended the invitation.
"You and your wife are welcome, and all of your tribe are welcome to play."
What he said was "to play", not "to be a guest".
The meanings are completely different.
You can go and play as casually as you would at home.
If you are a guest, you are an outsider.
Ayuna felt the difference, and like all the Qiang people, they all smiled happily.
A huge and prosperous tea and horse market has been established in Chengdu.
The goods that used to take courage to transport to the plateau are endless here.
The cattle and sheep that the people on the plateau sold with a narrow escape were endless here.
Han Chinese, Qiang people, Li people, and Tibetans shuttle freely through the market. Sometimes they talk calmly, sometimes they quarrel with each other.
But Zuo Mengeng noticed that both parties in a quarrel or even a fight are equal, and the outcome is a winner and a loser.
No matter what the outcome is, everyone can accept it.
Because when the police solve a case, they don't look at whether you are Han or Qiang.
"In three years, when we set off from here and set foot on the plateau, we won't have to worry about going back."
Zuo Rong was full of confidence.
When he saw countless exquisite goods from the Central Plains being transported to the plateau through the chain bridge over the Dadu River, he understood that these could also be turned into thousands of troops.
Zuo Mengeng didn't seem to hear his words, he just kept stroking the lion on the bridge base with his hand, his eyes far-reaching.
This bridge should have appeared sixty years later, and then become famous all over the world more than three hundred years later.
However, the empire was built in advance out of the need for communication and commerce.
There are still iron locks under the bridge and wooden boards on top.
This is the optimal solution for building a bridge in such a place.
The bridge that Zuo Menggen saw in his eyes had no wooden planks, only ferocious iron locks.
The eighteen warriors seemed to be crawling resolutely from the opposite side.
Perhaps at that time they only wanted to open an attack channel for the entire army, but they did not know that what they opened with their flesh and blood was actually the door to the new world.
Eighteen warriors, I wonder if you will come here again in three hundred years?
Maybe at that time, you took your family on these sightseeing tours, right?
With his thoughts wandering away, Zuo Mengeng silently raised his hand and performed the most solemn military salute towards the bridge in front of him.