The Liao delegation left the capital, passed Dingtao, Juye, and Rencheng arrived in Yanzhou. Yelu Nanxian lifted the curtains of the carriage and looked at the shops with signs on both sides of the street and the small vendors shouting wildly. A treacherous boy poked his head out of her arms and shouted excitedly: "Mom, is this Yizhou? It's so lively and prosperous, much better than ours."

Yelu Nanxian smiled and replied, "I haven't arrived in Yizhou yet, but it's almost there. One day I'll get there. But it's really very prosperous here. I heard that Yizhou is more prosperous than here, so I really can't imagine what Yizhou would look like."

Yelu Dashi next to him sighed and said, "Yes, this shows that the Southern Dynasty is prosperous and rich. Our Daliao is vast and has many products, so why can't it become prosperous?"

"I think this is related to people's thoughts. You know how to fight and kill. The Song people respect teachers and respect their way, and their level of civilization is definitely higher than ours."

"What the girl said is that if you want to be prosperous and strong, you have to learn the Song people's style and respect Confucianism. You see, the Yizhou generation was the birthplace of Confucius, and its prosperity was no less than that of the capital of the Song Dynasty."

"Mom, I want to eat candied haws." The boy pointed at the vendor selling candied haws on the street, looked at Yelu Nanxian, and shouted loudly.

Yelu Dashi smiled, then lifted the curtains and said a few words to the entourage outside. Not long after, the entourage bought ten candied haws and handed them to Yelu Dashi. Seeing this, the boy hurried forward, grabbed one, and started eating it suddenly.

"Qing'er, eat slowly, no one will rob you." Yelu Nanxian looked at his voracious son, smiled gently, and advised.

"Mom, it's sour and sweet, so delicious."

...

Suddenly, the convoy stopped. Yelu Dashi was about to get off the car and asked about the situation. He heard the follower whispering outside: "Sir, the Southern Dynasties officials asked us to change the train."

Yelu Dashi lifted the car window, looked around, and said in confusion: "Train? What kind of train? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The entourage whispered: "I'm not very clear. Now the Southern Dynasties officials are being allocated, and you should know in a while."

At this moment, an official from the Song Dynasty shouted loudly: "Get out of the train and follow me to board the train."

After Yelu Dashi and Yelu Nanxian got off the car, they came to the official and smiled and said with apologies: "Sir, what should we do if we get off the carriage and luggage? And what is the train you mentioned? Is it faster than a carriage?"

The official looked at the country people and laughed, "There will be a dedicated person to take charge of these carriages, and you will not be missing. As for the train, you will know when you see it later."

Seeing the official's impatient look, Yelu Dashi smiled tactfully, and then walked towards a drum tower. He saw a large disc on the drum tower, three pointers of different lengths on it, the longest one was walking quickly, with a son, a ugly man around...

Suddenly, the sound of Dang, Dang, Dang... came from the Drum Tower. While eating candied haws, the boy looked at the Drum Tower curiously and asked Yelu Dashi: "Uncle, what is that? How come there is a sound? It's really strange."

"Uh... it may be a timekeeping tool." Yelu Dashi thought for a long time and replied inconsistency.

The Song officials in front of him turned around and smiled: "I can't tell, you are quite knowledgeable. Yes, that's the timekeeping tool. We call it a clock here. I just rang for nine lives, which means it's nine o'clock in the morning, which is just the hour of Si."

Yelu Dashi and his men followed the officials of the Song Dynasty through the waiting hall and entered the platform. When a black steel dragon appeared in front of them, everyone was as stupid as a chicken, which was completely beyond their pitiful imagination. Yelu Dashi pointed to the train and stuttered: "This...is...is it...is the train? It's so huge. How did this be made."

Yelu Nanxian looked somber and cried: "It's incredible that the Southern Dynasty could actually create such a huge thing." The boy beside her had candied haws in his mouth, and he had forgotten to chew at this time, but his eyes were wide open, looking at the steel monster.

After the followers who followed Yelu Dashi came to their senses, they shouted loudly. The passenger next to them looked at everyone with contempt and thought to themselves: "It's so pitiful that the small country is so small. I'm so excited when I see a train. I really have never seen the world." At this time, they had completely forgotten how they saw the train for the first time.

Everyone saw the contemptuous eyes of passers-by, blushed and hurriedly bowed their heads and followed the Song Dynasty officials into a carriage. This carriage was reserved separately for the mission according to the application of the Song Dynasty officials. This carriage is a luxury A-level carriage, all with good wooden Taishi chairs, hot water is served for 24 hours a day, and various small desserts are placed on the coffee table.

"In the carriage, you can do whatever you want. I am in a carriage next to me. If you have anything to do, you can come to me." The official was kind-hearted and returned to his carriage.

After seeing outsiders leave, the group of Liao people immediately seemed to have exploded a camp, chattering and disobeying. The topic of discussion was the train. "Dashi, have you seen this train before?" Yelu Nanxian sat on the chair of the Grand Master, watching around.

"No. It's so unfair. Have you seen it? The train is basically made of steel, and the two roads on the ground seem to be of steel. How much steel does it cost? The Song Dynasty is too rich." Yelu Dashi sighed.

Not long after, the train slowly started to move.

"Move, move..." The boy lay on the window, looked through the glass at the building outside the window and began to retreat, shouting loudly.

"How heavy is this steel dragon? What do you think it was pulled? It's strange that I saw ten thousand horses moving without seeing them." A follower wondered.

"Who knows, you can tell if you go ahead and take a look. Maybe it's a dragon." Another follower laughed.

...

The train was getting faster and faster. Yelu Dashi looked at the speeding trees, not knowing what they were thinking. Seeing this, Yelu Nanxian smiled and asked, "Dashi, what are you thinking?"

Yelu Dashi, who came to his senses, smiled: "The gap between the Great Liao and the Southern Dynasties is getting bigger and bigger. I am very worried about the future of the Great Liao. If the Southern Dynasties really wanted to attack the Great Liao with all their might, we would be powerless. Fortunately, after the Southern Dynasties recovered Yanyun, they did not attack again. Maybe they were not as good as our bitter and cold land."

"Hey, yes. I just hope he can help us through this difficult situation for his son's sake." Yelu Nanxian looked worried. She was not sure whether Wenshen could help Daliao.

After two hours of speeding, when the train stopped again, the Song Dynasty officials entered the carriage and shouted loudly: "Yizhou is here, everyone, please pack up quickly and get off the car."

The square in front of Yizhou Station covers an area of ​​nearly 20 acres, all of which are cement floors. At this time, there are many tourists on the square, and various vendors spared no effort to shout, so as to attract more passers-by and get a good profit.

After leaving the station, everyone felt very fresh when they saw this scene. Especially the boy named Qing'er had never seen such a big square before. He looked around and felt everything was fresh and wanted everything. He bought a marshmallow at a time, and then bought a clothes without buttons...

Yelu Nanxian took the unbuttoned clothes and asked curiously: "Seller, how do you button your clothes?"

The middle-aged aunt who sold clothes smiled and said, "Look at the girl's clothes, people from Liao. This is the latest zipper-developed lock in our Yizhou Garment Factory." As she said, she straightened it up quickly, "Look, this is the one that pulls it up. This clothes are not only convenient but also not airtight. It's better. If you buy more and get sold in Liao, you will definitely get rich. How about it? Should you give you a wholesale price?" The middle-aged aunt did not forget to sell clothes at this time.

Yelu Nanxian pulled curiously and exclaimed: "It's really convenient. You are so clever and skillful that you can even make such things."

At this time, a group of carriages came out of the station one by one and stopped in the square. The Song Dynasty officials shouted again, and everyone got on the car and drove towards the Yizhou Inn.

Along the way, there were many shops and various products, and everyone was dazzled by the sight, thinking: "This Yizhou is so prosperous. How great would it be if I could live in such a city."

On Yizhou Street, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. Yelu Dashi leaned his head and asked, "Why is it so slow?"

"Sir, just look forward and you will know." The follower swallowed and replied.

Yelu Dashi turned his head and looked forward, and saw endless vehicles on the street lined up like giant dragons, slowly moving forward.

"No, there's a traffic jam." The Song Dynasty officials came over and apologized.

"Traffic jam..." Yelu Dashi said silly: "If Daliao could see such a scene, it would be worth it for me to die."

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Chapter completed!