The snow piled up all winter was about to melt, and the ground had become somewhat muddy. However, compared to the vastness of the harsh winter, this early spring scenery was also invigorating.
After resting in the gathering place for this period, he had also initially completed his herbal medicine book. After giving a copy to the leader, he prepared to go to the capital of the Nanqi people.
With a rough animal skin map, it was easy to get there. According to the few people who had recovered from their injuries, the situation in the capital was not very good at the moment. The great battle in the Sanqi region had caused the Nanqi people to lose 100,000 elite soldiers, which was a heavy loss for them, who were entrenched in the Nanqi region.
Even their original territory was taken over by other tribes, and even the originally fertile land was becoming difficult to defend.
The Nanqi people had no choice but to try to reduce their living space as much as possible. They even had to send a message to Taicang, willing to become vassals. After all, both Taicang and Nanqi claimed to be descendants of the ancient Taiyi tribe. It would be more appropriate to call the Nanqi people Nanyi people rather than Nanqi.
These difficulties were what the Nanqi people were currently facing. After all, the four major royal families were ambitious and intended to annex the Sanqi region and drive out the alien races. They had not expected that the alien forces could not be underestimated, and they were ambushed by the other side, eventually burying 100,000 soldiers.
As they spoke, those few people couldn't help but shed tears, knowing that Jiang Wen's identity was a descendant of the Ming royal family. While they were delighted, they became even more respectful.
In the Sanqi War, the Ming royal family contributed the most among the four major royal families. They also suffered the most losses. Many descendants of the Ming royal family participated in the battle, and none of them returned.
As a result, the current Ming royal family was dwindling in numbers, and it was all the elderly who were supporting the Ming royal family.
"Young Master, it's so good that you were lucky enough to come back alive," the few people lying on the bed said, wiping their tears. "Thinking that Ming Wang will be very happy to see you, Young Master. I didn't expect that we would be able to meet you, Young Master, and even be rescued by you when we came out to contact the various clansmen. It's really the ancestors above the heavens who are blessing us."
"Do you have any words that you need me to take back?" Jiang Wen asked.
"We only ask that Young Master give our family a message of peace," the few people said, each taking out the bamboo slips they had prepared and handing them to him. This was their main way of recording text, and using animal skins to record was considered a luxury. After all, bamboo was not only cheap but also durable.
Jiang Wen put away the few bamboo slips and headed towards the Nanqi capital under the support of the people in the gathering place. Everyone waved their hands happily behind him, shouting and yelling to see him off.
After all, the gathering place had received a lot of help from Jiang Wen these days. He had also healed many sick people.
It wasn't until Jiang Wen and the others disappeared from sight that the people in the gathering place reluctantly put down their hands. The leader called everyone over and announced that the gathering place would be renamed Wenchuan in the future, which could also be regarded as commemorating the kindness of their benefactor.
Wenchuan, with the help of the herbal medicine copy left by Jiang Wen, saw a sharp decrease in the number of clan members who fell ill and died. Its development rapidly expanded, and it eventually became an important place for the Nanqi people. Because this place was considered a center for the spread of Nanqi medicine, Wenchuan was also known as the Medicine Capital by the Nanqi people.
These were developments that Jiang Wen had not expected. He took advantage of the benevolence of spring and quickly arrived at the capital.
Unlike the capital that Jiang Wen had imagined, the Nanqi people's capital appeared crowded and short. Wooden houses were built side by side, leading along the muddy road into the distance.
Although there were gravels paved on the road, compared to the rolled-up mud, it could only be said to be a drop in the bucket. On both sides of the road were two canals, and the canals were flowing with domestic wastewater. The ordinary people of Nanqi walked along one side of the canal, and the central muddy road was for all kinds of beasts and carts to travel on.
Perhaps it was because the early winter had passed, the people on the road had become bustling. When Jiang Wen was in Tianyuan City, he had heard that the Nanqi people's weaving and forging techniques were powerful, but this time when he came to the capital, he was a little disappointed.
The clothes worn by ordinary people were just coarse cloth clothes in black and white, and there was no such thing as everyone wearing brocade and silk with colorful colors as he had imagined.
But on second thought, this was indeed the case. Even countless years later, the bottom-level people of Dagan would only wear slightly better clothes. This has been the case throughout history, let alone the Nanqi tribe in this desolate world.
Putting aside the thoughts in his mind, Jiang Wen and several followers prepared to go to the residence of the Ming royal family.
Xiu Qi and Xue sat on the yak, looking at the busy Nanqi capital, and they had a bit more desire to explore. After all, compared to Tianyuan City, the Nanqi capital was indeed much larger.
It is said that nearly a million Nanqi tribesmen live here. It is difficult to imagine how they usually eat, drink, and excrete. Xue was very interested in this and wanted to go and see everywhere. Xiu Qi was afraid that she would be in danger, so he told Jiang Wen that he wanted to protect Xue.
Jiang Wen left one person to lead the way for them, and he followed the other people to the place where the Ming royal family lived.
The residence of the Ming royal family was built on a high mountain, which was considered a luxury compared to the residence of ordinary people. Dozens of palaces stood in rows, and flat stone slabs were laid on the ground. There was no dirty silt, and even the courtyards were clean and tidy.
The people in the clan were dressed exquisitely, all wearing clothes embroidered with patterns. Their behavior was quiet, and when they saw Jiang Wen coming in, they were all stunned and then exclaimed.
"The Young Master is back! The Young Master is back!"
The entire residence suddenly became lively, and many of the Ming royal family's subordinates came out after hearing the news. When they saw Jiang Wen's appearance and looked at the long sword on his waist, they knelt on the ground one after another, constantly bowing to him.
"The ancestors have opened their eyes, the Young Master has returned safely!"
"Young Master, you actually came back alive. It is really the ancestors who are blessing us."
Everyone said with tears and smiles, and after a while, another group of people came out. That group of people were dressed more gorgeously than the people in front of them, but they were all old men with vicissitudes of life.
When they saw Jiang Wen, they were stunned at first, and then showed happy smiles.
"It's actually Xuanzhi, are you really still alive?"
An old man quickly greeted him, holding Jiang Wen's shoulders with both hands, his old tears streaming down his face. He looked him up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. It's just a pity for your parents, they took you away and never came back," the old man sobbed, and then a group of people welcomed Jiang Wen into the tallest palace in the residence.
This palace made of wood was very large, and dozens of people sitting in it did not feel crowded.
Jiang Wen had once wondered what the pattern on his chest was for, but now he knew that it was the identity proof of the Nanqi Ming royal family.
After confirming Jiang Wen's identity, the residence became even more lively. The branches of the Ming royal family all came out to celebrate, and for a time the grand scene made him think he had returned to later generations.
After all this was over, Jiang Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He explained his intentions, and the old men of the Ming royal family looked at each other, and finally sighed.
