Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

A group of people wore special paper hats on their heads and unique costumes. There were bells hanging on their waists, echoing the bells in their hands. They had a special aura about them that resonated with the students. A different scent.

"they are..."

Zhuang Diemeng frowned and looked at Ci Song, but Ci Song's eyes flashed with a hint of understanding and he replied: "They are a caravan."

"Caravan?" Zhuang Diemeng looked at Ci Song in confusion and asked, "What is a caravan?"

"Caravans are young people who go on trade routes. They have followed their families on trade routes since they were young. People in caravans have to learn to survive on trade routes since they were young, so their physical fitness is very good and they are very united. People in Handu They all have special views on caravans.”

"That means these people are very powerful?" Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously.

"It's hard to say, they are united, but each individual does not have much ability. Their greatness lies in their collective strength. Every member of the caravan wears a special paper hat. Only people wearing paper hats can recognize each other. support each other and help each other.”

"Why is this? I heard from senior brother that there are shops in the world. What is the significance of the existence of this caravan?" Zhuang Diemeng's eyes were full of curiosity.

"This is the difference in South Korea's national system. Businessmen are not allowed to exist in South Korea now. Everything is directly managed and circulated by the government. The caravan is one of the commercial circulations supported by the Korean government. They use their own feet to achieve the content of doing business."

Ci Song slowly talked about the current state system in South Korea, which is also a classic strategy of "focusing on agriculture and suppressing business".

"That's it." Zhuang Diemeng nodded in sudden realization.

"You know a lot, and your identity is very unusual."

Suddenly, Zhuang Diemeng turned around and looked at Ci Song and asked.

"Huh?" Ci Song was stunned for a moment, then asked, "You don't know my identity?"

"I don't know. I only know that you are my love tribulation. If I kill you, my love tribulation will be over." Zhuang Diemeng replied.

"As expected of you."

Ci Song gave Zhuang Diemeng a thumbs up.

"Do you have any money? I'll change it for you and buy something." Zhuang Diemeng extended his hand to Ci Song.

"Hey, I only promised to go shopping with you, not to help you buy anything."

Ci Song looked at Zhuang Diemeng speechlessly. This little girl really didn't show up. He was not her father, so why should he pay for her?

"But I don't have any coins. How about this? I'll trade the magic weapon with you. How about that?"

While talking, Zhuang Diemeng took out a jade pendant, and then took out another jade pendant from it and gave it to Ci Song.

"This is my Taoist magic weapon and protective jade. Wearing it, you can withstand the full force of thirty moves at the Jinshi level."

Zhuang Diemeng handed it to Ci Song, and then asked: "How many coins do you think these can be exchanged for?"

"Hiss, looking at Xiao Nizi's appearance, she should have a lot of magical weapons like this, right? Then I have to kill them well."

Ci Song deliberately pretended to be thinking, took the jade pendant and looked it up and down: "The full thirty moves of Jinshi level, this thing is of little use to me, I will give you fifty taels of gold."

He took out the money bag from his jade pendant, which contained fifty taels of gold, and handed it to Zhuang Diemeng.

"How much can these fifty taels of gold sell for?"

Zhuang Mengdie held the heavy money bag and curiously asked Ci Song.

"We'll find out after we go over and take a look."

Ci Song and Zhuang Mengdie walked together towards the place where the caravan and others stopped to rest. Every three miles these people walked, they would stop and rest for two hours to sell goods.

"Are you two going to buy something? We have everything here.

As soon as they approached, a voice reached the ears of the two people, and then a person walked up to them and enthusiastically promoted their products.

"There are really many types of goods, including food, cloth, ready-made clothes, pets, ironware, wood... and even slaves?"

Zhuang Diemeng looked at the various products in front of her, her face full of surprise, but when she saw others selling slaves, a coldness flashed in her eyes. She couldn't understand why people were sold as commodities.

"These slaves have their own specialties, such as pulling carts, working, cooking, and dressing up."

Ci Song looked at the various people in front of him, some were dirty, some had injuries on their bodies, some had a touch of confusion and helplessness in their eyes, and there were more or less scars on their faces.

"Boy, what do you two want to buy? Our products are very cheap."

The young man in front of him looked at the two people silently looking at the products in front of them, and shouted again.

Just when Zhuang Die was dreaming of saying something, Ci Song's voice came to Zhuang Die Meng's ears, "It's useless. What if you bought them with a kind heart? They are still slaves and have to endure torture. , they just went from one hell to another, you can't save them."

"But..."

Zhuang Die dreamed of saying something, but then he heard Ci Song and continued: "Don't do meaningless things."

After that, Ci Song stepped forward and said to the young man: "Do you have any good cloth here? I want to make a dress for my wife."

"Okay, I have good silk here. This silk comes from Chu State. It is smooth and cheap. I will get it for you right now."

The young man was very enthusiastic. Before the two of them agreed, he ran to the goods pile to get some cloth for Ci Song.

"Why did you do this just now? Look how pitiful they are. I am doing good deeds."

Zhuang Diemeng asked curiously, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt childish.

"You were born in Taoism. I heard from the teacher that Taoism now emphasizes the equality of all living beings. You must have grown up in such an environment, right?"

Zhuang Mengdie nodded. Indeed, as Ci Song said, there is no so-called slave in Taoism. Even though she is a direct disciple of the old Taoist Lord, she has nothing special in Taoism.

"This is a secular world. As the saying goes, do as the Romans do, you should abide by this principle." Ci Song replied calmly.

"But I gave them freedom." Zhuang Mengdie retorted.

"Freedom, for some people, is another kind of shackles. As the saying goes, Tao follows nature and governs by doing nothing. Some things cannot be changed by your own strength."

Zhuang Diemeng frowned slightly, obviously not understanding the meaning of Ci Song's words.

"Now, the cloth you want." At this moment, the young man came to the two of them with the cloth and handed it to Ci Song.

After Ci Song took the cloth, he began to look at it carefully. The silk cloth was indeed very good. It would look great when made into clothes for Mo Yao.

"I want this thing. How much does it cost?"

"Not expensive, three hundred bucks." The young man replied cheerfully.

Ci Song was stunned. What did the young man just say, three hundred chickens? Does it cost three hundred chickens to exchange for this silk?

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