Looking at it this way, the largest supply of goods transported by the Han Dynasty to the Western Regions was silk.

It's just something like silk brocade. Not only the Western Regions, but also the Wei and Wu countries in the east want it. The leader of the tribe in the south and the chief and commander of the northern grassland. Who in the world is not rushing to get it?

Not to mention that the big man himself consumes a lot of silk and satin every year.

Although Feng Dasima started to produce two-season silkworms more than ten years ago, after so many years of development, three-season and even four-season silkworms have appeared.

But silk is still in extremely short supply.

To be precise, Dahan's textile industry has always been in a state of shortage of raw materials - whether it is silk or wool.

Therefore, most of the outstanding foreign horse breeds in Liangzhou Horse Farm were brought back from the Western Regions in exchange for these in-demand items.

Anyway, in Feng Da Sima's view, unless there is an industrial revolution, the productivity of the Han Dynasty will make a qualitative leap.

Otherwise, I may never see these things become unsalable in this life.

However, the upstart forces represented by the Xinghan Society have vaguely resembled certain classes after the Industrial Revolution.

For example, we began to consciously seek cheaper sources of raw materials.

Feng, as the great Sima of the Han Dynasty, planned Jingzhou for the sake of the country, and it was for the public good.

As the leader of the Xinghan Society, isn't it normal to find a way to turn Jingzhou in another country into a raw material production base, and do it conveniently, which is a matter of public and private convenience?

Qin Bo, who didn't think there was any problem with Jingzhou as a source of raw materials, breathed a sigh of relief:

"With Da Sima's words, Bo will feel relieved."

Feng Da Sima put down his tea cup, with encouragement in his eyes, and said to Qin Bo:

"You can do whatever you want to do in school Qin, but as long as it is done well, I, Mr. Feng, will never treat my own people badly."

"I understand, I understand. No one knows that Da Sima's kindness towards his own people is rare in the world."

Qin Bo nodded repeatedly.

"Ha!" Feng Da Sima couldn't help laughing and pointed at Qin Bo, "Just because of your words, I will give you another great achievement."

As he said this, Feng Da Sima looked around specifically to make sure that none of his servants were there. Then, with some mystery, he reached under the eucalyptus table and took out a wooden box.

But when I saw the wooden box, there was a dark golden color all over it. As Feng Da Sima's movements changed, the golden color of the wooden box also faintly changed in light and dark.

At first glance, it looks like it is made of extremely high-quality golden nanmu.

"I have heard that during the lifetime of Lou Hou (namely Zhang Zhao), Lord Wu often discussed immortals with him, so I guessed that Lord Wu was probably interested in the affairs of immortals."

"What a coincidence. Even among my master's sect, there is a little bit of exposure to the matter of cultivating immortals."

With that said, Feng Da Sima pushed the wooden box towards Qin Bo, "This box contains the secret medicine of the master's sect, including the prescription for its usage."

"Although this thing cannot help people become immortals, it can also give people a glimpse of the joy of cultivating immortals."

When Qin Bo heard this, he was first surprised, then happy, and finally hesitant.

He wanted to stretch out his hand, but then subconsciously took it back. Suddenly he felt something was not right, and looked at Feng Da Sima again:

"Da Sima, this..."

His Majesty has been interested in things involving gods and immortals since his early years. This is no secret.

But in recent years, the school affairs office has been ordered to secretly collect rare medicines from all over the world, but even the important officials in the court do not know about it.

So Qin Bo was surprised to think that Da Sima actually knew this secret order.

But he quickly realized that this should be impossible, so he naturally continued to be happy.

After all, the sect behind Da Sima is mysterious and unpredictable, and most of the things it can bring out are rare and good things in the world.

In this way, wouldn't it be possible to accomplish one more thing that His Majesty has given us?

I finally realized that although Wu and Han were allies of each other, how important was His Majesty's safety? How could we easily trust the medicinal materials presented by important ministers of other countries?

But if you don't take it, it will refute Da Sima's face...

Da Sima seemed to see Qin Bo's dilemma and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I will write a letter to Lord Wu. This can be regarded as a small gift from me to Lord Wu to show my goodwill."

Over the years since the alliance between Han and Wu, it has become common for the monarchs and ministers of the two countries to communicate with each other, send greetings and send gifts.

For example, when the Prime Minister was there, Emperor Sun wrote to the Prime Minister to ask for a good war horse for Zhuge Ke as a mount.

As the successor of the Prime Minister and now the most important minister of the Han Dynasty, Feng Da Sima wrote a letter to the Lord of Wu to express his goodwill. It was most normal.

"Logically speaking, I should have written this letter a long time ago, but in the past few years, I have been busy with work and have almost no time."

"I also hope that when Principal Qin returns, he will apologize to Master Wu for me. This can be regarded as my gift of apology to Master Wu."

Qin Bo breathed a sigh of relief and took it:

"Bo will definitely convey this to Da Sima."

After saying that, he carefully put it away.

As long as you don't submit it privately, that's fine.

Since it is regarded as a gift between the monarchs and ministers of the two countries, Your Majesty will make your own judgment after getting the secret medicine.

But even thinking about it this way, Qin Bo felt a little weird in his heart.

Da Sima has always acted carefully and was known for his foresight, but this time, he seemed a little too reckless.

How could His Majesty, with his rich body, take drugs of unknown origin?

Even if Da Sima said it was his master's secret medicine, I'm afraid that wouldn't work.

However, he never dared to voice this question.

After all, this was no longer a question he could ask.

But what Qin Bo didn't know was that after he left, Feng Da Sima was sitting in his seat, looking at his back with a cold look in his eyes.

Of course he knew that Sun Quan would never use the so-called secret medicine he sent.

The reason why he gave this secret medicine was not because of the medicine, but because of the meaning of the act of giving medicine.

Feng Da Sima is reminding Sun Quan that I have already guessed that you took away my master's secret treasure!

What are you going to do?

Prince Sun Deng died of illness. Emperor Sun, you are already old. Time is not waiting for me, Emperor Sun!

Don't you have a sense of urgency?
Chapter completed!