AWB Chapter 907 What did you get?
Chapter 907 What did you get?
Nalan Xiong glanced at the box in Jiang Zhiyi's hand, but did not sit down immediately.
He was willing to give Lu Yangyang a chance to negotiate, not only because Lu Yangyang had saved his daughter, but also because of the tangible benefits he had gained from the Northwest over the past two years.
Before the Northern Yan formally established its imperial power, these tribes followed the Helian clan through countless battles, large and small. Just in unifying the grasslands, countless people died.
Later, when the Great Yan Dynasty was established, the tribal leaders who followed the Helian clan naturally received corresponding rewards. They also learned from the southerners to establish capital cities, build mansions, and become kings and nobles, enjoying power and influence.
But once you have power, that power comes in different levels.
What was initially divided equally or allocated to them according to merit has changed again and again.
Their Nalan tribe lives a nomadic life.
They needed supplies such as salt, sugar, cloth, ironware, and grain. Initially, these supplies were obtained through plunder, but when the imperial power began to restrain them, these supplies could no longer be easily plundered. The plundered supplies even had to be handed over to the emperor for distribution.
During the years of the great war, these large tribes with heavy troops lived well. However, with the subsequent peace talks and the Crown Prince Chongwen being taken hostage, peace was maintained between the two countries for many years. The benefits they gained became less and less. When Rong Che was defeated in Chenzhou, the Nalan tribe did not gain any benefits. All the things that those people plundered from Chenzhou went to the Helian clan, under the guise of enriching the national treasury.
A few years later, these old folks were trapped in the capital, while their tribes were driven back to the grasslands. With no wars to fight and the need to survive, the capital couldn't support so many people, so they had no choice but to go back and rely on themselves again.
He appears to hold a high position of power, but in reality, the people in his tribe are starving.
Over the years, not only him, but many tribes have been complaining, so this war to the south was inevitable long ago.
Two years ago, they came up with some kind of marriage alliance, which was ostensibly a test, but in reality a warning to these people.
But what he didn't expect was that the problem he couldn't solve would take a turn for the better after his daughter escaped back from the south.
They traded with the border markets in the northwest for a large quantity of the goods they needed, and the supply was continuous.
Besides that, what shocked him even more was the miraculous pill.
Years ago, when they fell ill, they could only seek out shamans to perform rituals, leaving their fate to chance.
After we went to the capital, doctors gradually appeared and started prescribing medicine, and the number of deaths really decreased significantly.
Later, with the arrival of those miraculous pills bought from the Northwest, which could cure many diseases, their tribe suffered a significant reduction in accidental casualties.
This was something he would never have imagined in the past.
But it doesn't require war or bloodshed; it only requires exchanging resources to obtain what can save the lives of the tribe.
Nalan Xiong will always remember this kindness.
All of this is thanks to the Crown Princess of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
This is not just the gratitude for saving his daughter, but the gratitude of his entire clan.
This is why Nalan Xiong was willing to give the Crown Princess of Dazhao a chance.
But based on these reasons, he couldn't bring himself to betray the Great Yan.
So even after hearing Lu Yangyang's offer, he didn't make a decision immediately, nor did he rush forward to see what Jiang Zhiyi wanted to show him.
Jiang Zhiyi wasn't in a hurry, but instead opened the box.
The box was filled to the brim with small oil paper packets and porcelain bottles.
Jiang Zhiyi opened several small paper packets and showed them to Nalan Xiong one by one, "General Nalan, please take a look. These are our latest products: snow salt and white sugar."
Nalan Xiong stared at the two paper packages filled with something that looked just like the snow outside, completely in disbelief. He instinctively took two quick steps and sat down. "How is this possible?"
The salt and sugar he used to trade for weren't like this!
Jiang Zhiyi dipped her fingertip in the mixture and put it in her mouth to confirm to Nalan Xiong that it was non-toxic.
Seeing her action, Nalan Xiong couldn't wait to try it himself. His eyes, which were as big as copper bells, widened in surprise, and his breathing became heavier. "It's actually real!"
“In the next few years, in our Great Zhao, salt and sugar will gradually be replaced by this kind of high-quality snow salt and white sugar, and the price will be even lower. In addition, we also have tea and new pills that can treat fever, colds, dysentery, pneumonia, and wound infections. All of these can be exchanged.” Jiang Zhiyi opened several other paper packages and boxes, which contained different pills and pressed tea cakes. “These tea cakes can be stored for decades without spoiling.”
Nalan Xiong was dazzled and speechless with shock.
Nalan Yunyan couldn't help but lean closer, "Did you really make this? Lu Yangyang, you guys are amazing! But I've never seen these things in the capital before. Has the news not yet reached the capital?"
“That’s right. These are things that only we can currently produce. Not to mention the capital of Northern Yan, even the capital of Great Zhao doesn’t have them yet,” Lu Yangyang replied.
"So that means if I, Abu, agree to withdraw my troops and not be your enemy, we can trade these things in the future, right?" Nalan Yunyan asked quickly.
Lu Yangyang did not answer, but looked at Jiang Zhiyi.
Jiang Zhiyi took out another arrow from the box. "General Nalan, please look at this."
Nalan Xiong was still in shock at what he had just seen when Jiang Zhiyi suddenly took out another item. He took the exceptionally bright arrow and ran his finger across it, making a cut. He hurriedly tried to pry it off, but found that it didn't change at all.
"So sharp! Sharper than refined iron! And so hard!" Nalan Xiong couldn't believe it. He had fought against the Great Zhao before, but this was the first time he had ever seen an arrowhead like this.
If anything truly inspires fervor, it is weapons.
If the Great Zhao Dynasty possessed such sharp and durable weapons, the outcome of this great battle would likely be uncertain.
“General Nalan,” Jiang Zhiyi said with a smile, “the Great Yan has occupied more than a dozen states in the north for nearly twenty years. May I ask, General, what has the Nalan tribe gained from these lands?”
For more than twenty years, the Northern Yan occupied the northern lands, and hundreds of thousands of people in the north were enslaved. But these slaves were slaves who served the nobles in the capital, and were used and humiliated like livestock all over the streets. What benefits did this bring to the remote tribes that submitted to the Northern Yan imperial power?
Nothing at all.
This thought-provoking question jolted Nalan Xiong, the leader who bore the lives of tens of thousands of tribesmen, into a sudden realization: everything they had previously acquired through plunder had brought no benefit to his people.
His people did not know how to farm, and the grain and cloth obtained by the Great Yan from enslaving those slaves were all contributed to the tribes that had migrated and settled in the capital and nearby areas and had become subjects of the Northern Yan.
These nomadic tribes, though nominally subservient to the Great Yan with their large armies, did not actually gain any real benefits.