The big ship set sail, with the flag given by the Mexican League hanging on the bow, and it turned out to be a smooth journey.
Xu Mochen did not miss the scenery along the way. Although the ship was large, it sailed mostly offshore. Occasionally, he saw water monsters wandering around, but there was nothing unusual.
But looking at the deep sea in the distance, you can see various water monsters from time to time, coming to the sea to patrol the sea.
If you think about it carefully, the human race's sphere of influence in the world is really limited.
With my thoughts and Gu Jinge's injury, this journey was a bit boring.
More than ten days later, the ship finally approached Danzhou in the south.
Danzhou in the south is actually an island. From the perspective of human beings, its area is quite large.
As they approached, Xu Mochen saw densely packed ships near the port.
The styles are also different. The Dagan style is easy to recognize, while the others are all exotic.
In this era, the transmission of information among human races is very slow. In fact, no one cares about the so-called imperial power in such remote areas.
On the other hand, cultivators should have penetrated deeply into the local area.
There is also the exchange of foreign countries. Before Daqian, the policy of isolation was adopted, but it was beyond our reach. In Danzhou in the south, private trade was very frequent.
"It seems that it is imperative to build a new trading port here." Xu Mochen secretly made a decision.
Tang Derun greeted their arrival, but of course he did not say that the emperor was coming in person.
The capital is far to the north, and anyone who comes here is a high official, so the local prefecture does not dare to neglect him.
We cleared a dock early and waited for Xu Mochen's ship to dock.
After anchoring, the boat planks were put down, and Xu Mochen and his party came ashore one after another.
"Your Excellency," an official stepped forward and saluted, "This official is Cheng Renjun, the governor of Danzhou in the south. I have met your Excellency."
Xu Mochen looked at him and saw that this man looked upright. Perhaps he was tanned because he was close to the south. ap.
This official uniform looked very old, with some parts stripped of starch color. After another scan, Cheng Renjun was followed by officials of different sizes, who were in a similar situation.
They are all human race, there are no immortal cultivators, and they look like they are not living a good life.
"Danzhou in the south is said to have a livable climate and abundant flowers and fruits," Xu Mochen walked forward, "farming should be relatively prosperous."
Cheng Renjun followed behind and carefully replied: "Sir, tell me this is the case.
But Danzhou in the south is actually a big island, with limited water for irrigation, and some special customs, so it can barely be self-sufficient."
Xu Mochen remembered that there might be layers of exploitation by cultivators: "What about trade with foreign countries?"
Cheng Renjun's face was full of embarrassment. He was on the edge. Xu Mochen, the imperial court, had launched a special zone and allowed foreign trade. He still didn't know the news: "Sir, Daqian's national policy does not allow trade with foreign countries.
It's just that this is indeed a border-like area, with many business travelers from foreign countries.
The local folk customs are unusual, and the lower officials are also helpless."
When Xu Mochen heard what he said, he was curious: "Trade is not a bad thing. The imperial court can understand that it is not a decree recently. Ningzhou has been opened up. There should be a decree coming to you soon."
Cheng Renjun did not look very happy: "Actually... these trades are private activities, and officials have repeatedly banned them. It is almost impossible to obtain tax revenue from trade, or to put it under government control."
Xu Mochen stopped and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Cheng Renjun walked in quickly and whispered: "You will know when you enter the city in front."
Xu Mochen nodded and the group continued moving forward.
Looking along the way, there was smoke everywhere, and there were temples every few places.
Looking at the layout of this temple, it is not a style common in the world of immortals or Buddhists, but rather has a shadow of the Netherworld.
"Weird," Shen Zhining was very sensitive to this, "Your Majesty, the smell of incense here is very strong.
Even in the capital, there is no such belief in incense."
Xu Mochen also felt it. The air was filled with the smell of incense. After staying there for a long time, even his clothes had a smell.
Entering the city, the buildings here are of decent size, with pointed eaves, which is a common feature in the south to prevent heavy rains.
The road is crowded with people, making noise everywhere.
Xu Mochen looked over and saw a group of people on the left side of the road, each wearing a red belt. There were about twenty people carrying a large platform, and on the platform stood a huge puppet.
The doll looks quite strange. It has no resemblance to the gods of Daqian folk belief, and it is a bit strange.
The person carrying it stamped his feet and moved forward, shouting: "Vulcan God of Fire!"
On the right side of the road, there is a group of people wearing purple belts.
There were also more than 20 people carrying another large platform with a colorful doll standing on it.
The shout over there is "Mountain God, Mountain God, Mountain God".
Two groups of people met in the middle of the road, neither letting the other go.
Several people in the front line were pushing and rubbing each other, but there was no official fight.
Xu Mochen was about to ask when a burst of gongs, drums and firecrackers sounded again, and a new group of people arrived on the other side of the road.
What was being carried this time was a female doll, but her appearance was also extremely strange.
The three parties gathered together and it was very lively.
As a result, the road is basically blocked.
The people on both sides stood at the door of their homes, or opened their windows, watching with smiles, and from time to time they would join in and boo.
Xu Mochen rubbed his eyebrows: "Master Cheng, what are you doing?"
Cheng Renjun reported: "This is a local custom in Danzhou in the south, called "Fighting Immortals". It is held on the 15th day of every month and it can be lively for several days."
Xu Mochen felt strange: "Is it the same when farming is busy?"
"Yes, sir," Cheng Renjun nodded, "This is the custom that the official just mentioned."
So that’s it, Xu Mochen understood.
The people here are all religious fanatics.
Regardless of wind or rain, this fighting immortal is indispensable.
For a long time, no one had the heart to do agriculture, commerce, etc. seriously.
Daqian has always been relatively tolerant when it comes to religion.
It was originally a small country in the north. In addition to the Daqian tribe, there were also many foreign races living together.
Now that the world has been unified, there are more and more foreign races, and the beliefs and religions of each region are also different. Xu Mochen did not force unification.
But generally speaking, the popular religions in Daqian originate from the world of immortals and Buddhists.
Compare Blue Star to Taoism and Buddhism.
Danzhou in the south now should belong to a special religious belief.
No wonder the aroma of incense is strong here and the power of faith is strong.
The road ahead was blocked, so everyone had to take a detour, but everything else was similar.
After spending a lot of time, we finally arrived at the Prefect’s Mansion. It was already dusk.
Xu Mochen took a rough look at the "immortals" he saw along the way. There were nearly a hundred kinds of "immortals".
This is still a city. Thinking about the entire southern Danzhou, there are countless gods and goddesses.