The ancestors of the demon gate will pass through

Chapter 97 Entering Beijing
A feudal dynasty, a feudal dynasty at its peak in spring and autumn, what should its capital look like?
The city is wide and the gate is high, the market is prosperous, and the flow of people is like weaving?Considering the industrialization vigorously promoted by Emperor Anqing, Wang Yuan felt that there should still be forests of chimneys and black smoke blocking out the sun.

But it should be alive and well anyway.

But after Tong Haichuan returned to Beijing, Wang Yuan, who traveled all the way to Yujing City, did not see the scene and atmosphere he expected.

However, if it is completely inconsistent with his conjecture, it is somewhat inaccurate.

Outside the south wall of Nayu City, workshops that use water power and animal power are mixed with factories that use steam and even electricity. Combined with those built nearby and with a large number of workers' sheds, an unattractive new urban area is Inevitably, in this new urban area, Wang Yuan saw the chimneys and black smoke he wanted to see, but he always felt that something was wrong.

There is no orderly industrial production, and there is no melodious bell for commuting to and from get off work. It may be because the industrial foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty is weak, and the whip in the hands of the newborn capitalists has not yet been firmly grasped.

Workers are depressed, pale, and have stilted feet. This may be due to the poor production conditions and serious pollution, which has endangered the health of the workers.

But what about those machines that look brand new but run slowly, as if they are tightly wrapped by invisible rust?

Whether it is a person, a machine, or a workshop or factory, or even the entire urban area, it is like a dying patient, lifeless.

Following the convoy through the city gate, the sparse flow of people and the tired defenders finally made everyone realize that something was wrong.

"It's only been half a year since I came to Yujing City. I didn't expect such a big change!" Steward Qian Fengqian, who was near the caravan, came to Wang Yuan's side and said with a half-pointed, half-sentimental voice, "Steward Wang, I don't know you. Does your caravan have a place to stay?"

"Guan Qian might as well just say it straight!" Looking at the sparsely populated streets in the city, the streets full of paper money, and the gray buildings that seem to have lost their bright colors, Wang Yuan rejected it in his heart, abandoned the disguised caravan, and went straight to Qin. Tianjianjian is planning Li He's mansion.

There is obviously something wrong with the current Yujing City. If you go directly to the high-level officials of the imperial court, even if Wang Yuan is not afraid of danger, he may miss useful information because of this.

Wang Yuan, who was used to being cautious, decided to maintain his status as the steward of the caravan first, and then make plans after finding out the bottom line, so he was very happy to hear what Qian Feng wanted to say.

Seeing Wang Yuan nodding to himself, Qian Feng first looked around at the restless men and anxious pack horses, and then whispered when no one was paying attention: "There is probably something wrong with the capital, I am discussing with other caravan stewards, We plan to find the same place to settle down, so that we can take care of each other, Manager Wang, do you want to join?"

"Well, it's good to have someone to take care of me. I'll leave as soon as I finish handling the goods in my hand. It's too evil." Wang Yuan, who was worried that there were few people and could hardly hide himself, looked back at the goods on the carriage, struggling, He replied with a firm tone.

After these days of "role-playing", Wang Yuan has a clear understanding of the words and demeanor of the caravan stewards, and he acted out naturally.

"Okay, then I'll contact other people!" Hearing Wang Yuan's affirmative reply, Qian Feng shook his round figure and hurried to the place where other caravan managers were.

"If I were really a mortal, even if I went bankrupt, I would leave here immediately!" Wang Yuan sighed softly in his heart looking at the many stewards busy due to the chaos of the caravan.

In order not to attract the attention and suppression of Qi Luck Dragon Pillar, Wang Yuan kept all his mana firmly in his body, but even so, only relying on the five senses of the immortal, Wang Yuan also discovered many problems in Yujing City.

Ghosts are hard to find. In such a huge city, a new dead ghost cannot be seen. Regardless of how low the possibility is, the paper money that almost covers the streets and the white lanterns hanging at the door of every house declare that this is not true. possible thing.

The gods disappeared, whether it was the City God's Temple in the capital city or the altar of Sheji, only a meager brilliance of the gods could be seen, but the body of the gods was nowhere to be seen.

Humanity is declining, whether it is the awe-inspiring aura that should be in the academy, or the military aura that should be in the barracks, there are only a few remnants left.

It can be said that except for the extremely lively golden dragon perched on the Luck Dragon Pillar, the extraordinary power of the entire Yujing City has been suppressed to the lowest point.

It's a pity that mortals can't see these at all, and the subtle superficial abnormalities are not enough to polish their eyes blinded by greed.

Of course, Wang Yuan is also so happy, compassion is always fleeting, and actual benefits are his constant pursuit.

"Only the Dragon Pillar of Luck will not be affected. Don't guess it's the moth caused by Emperor Anqing. I just hope that he can make a big fuss and attract the attention of the Nine Great Factions." Just when Wang Yuan was silently expecting, The stewards of the various caravans quickly reached an agreement, and a business hall in the west of the city became a common destination for everyone.

Interestingly, the person who provided this place of residence was the peripheral disciple of the Nine Great Sects named Zheng Tong.

Sitting in the carriage, Wang Yuan, who was slowly walking through the city with the big flow, didn't care about this point. No matter what schemes a peripheral disciple of the immortal sect had, it would be difficult to influence Wang Yuan, the golden immortal.At this time, most of his thoughts were on how to choose and control a humanitarian force.

According to what Yue Wudi said, it would undoubtedly be very simple to contact a traditional force through the Qin Tianjian Supervisor Li He, and it would be easy to manipulate.

But thinking of the revolutionaries he had met before, Wang Yuan was also very moved. Although they were difficult to control, their action power would undoubtedly be much stronger than traditional figures and traditional forces.

At the same time, Wang Yuan, who came from the technological universe, also vaguely had some ideas in his mind. If his future sect had a modern society with universal education as the source of disciples, would the development efficiency be qualitatively improved?
Furthermore, can a company-based practice sect, or a cultivating society where science and immortality are combined and spells are popularized, allow Wang Yuan and the others to overtake in a corner?
And if these ideas are to be realized, a strong force for social reform is needed!

Having seen the majesty of the great faction, and the sect he founded has a chance to reach the top, even Wang Yuan, who is extremely cautious, has become uncontrollable in his ambition.

"Damn stinky beggar, don't get in the way, get out of here!" The caravan man's curse interrupted Wang Yuan's thoughts, but it also made him notice the beggar crawling towards his caravan.

"Since when did the embroidered envoy of the Great Zhou Dynasty become an undercover agent in the Beggar Gang?" Unlike the caravan fellows, Wang Yuan could still tell from the dirty and tattered robes that he belonged exclusively to the embroidered envoy. While teasing the mark in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

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