To Four Thousand Years Later

"Hello, Solomon. What have you been doing these past few months?"

On a clear summer day, Baal sat cross-legged on the corner of the table in front of Solomon, and asked Solomon with his chin in his hand: "What's the use of that businessman you're doing? Although it's not as big as yours, don't There are also countries in other countries...for example, there are in Egypt."

Although spring has passed and summer has come, Baal unexpectedly did not change his body.

Still retaining her sharp beauty, she stayed by Solomon's side in the form of the ever-bright and high-spirited Storm Goddess, and followed him until the sun went down.

—Even if she hindered Baimeng's work, Baimeng often gave her a blank stare.

Except for Yastaroth, Baal would at most listen to Solomon again. Not to mention Floros, even Bai Meng has no fear at all.

"It's because other countries own it that I do it more, Baal."

Solomon laughed softly: "This kind of thing should be done early."

As early as a month ago, he had received two system prompts one after another.

[The new unit "Wang Li Merchant" appears, legendary ten 2]

[Be the first to complete the construction of domestic business routes, with a reputation of ten 10]

The first one is nothing. But the second one really surprised Solomon.

In his system interface, all the values ​​​​such as the resource interface and productivity influence that should have existed are all invisible, and the only remaining value is "fame". It can be said that this is the last remaining "resource" unit of Solomon.

What surprised Solomon was that the construction of domestic trade routes gave him ten points of fame in one go, which was even higher than the nine points of fame combined by other rewards including the Wang Li merchant.

This shows that the impact of the establishment of domestic trade routes on the entire historical process is probably far more profound than he imagined.

Baal and Baimon probably couldn't understand the meaning of his "early work and early glory"...

"yes?"

Baal was noncommittal: "I think, instead, they will shorten decades or hundreds of years of development time because of you... If you don't mind, you can also send some merchants to Babylon? I will let my priests take care of them. "

"Well... that's a good deal, Baal."

Solomon blinked, and looked at Baal with interest: "But don't you look down on business?"

"No, never. I just think you can't keep your wealth. No matter how rich you are, it's meaningless to someone stronger..."

Baal shook his head, and stretched out his hand to touch Solomon's face with a smile: "As I thought, I can get you at any time."

"Hey, don't say that, Baal."

Solomon couldn't help laughing out loud, shaking his head left and right to break away from Baal's hand: "It sounds too strange...don't touch it."

"You're very disturbing."

Baimon on the side frowned tightly, full of displeasure, and finally couldn't help but said: "Didn't you see that Solomon is unhappy?"

His cold voice was like a wind chime, and a strong sense of rejection could be heard in his plain tone.

"I didn't see it."

Baal grinned softly, stretched out his hand and stroked Solomon's hair: "Do you want to have a child with me, Solomon? It would be a pity not to keep your wisdom..."

"Come on, Baal. I'm busy..."

Solomon coughed lightly, stretched out his hand to block Baal's hand, and immediately changed the subject: "Cough... Let's talk about it. Aren't you curious why I want to promote business vigorously?"

"Yeah yeah."

Hearing this, Baal withdrew his troublesome hand, stared at Solomon with eyes as bright as the sun, and looked at Solomon with a smile on his chin with interest: "Tell me, I'm curious." !"

"You send troops to guard caravans... but they are not your Firstborn, and once they get used to being escorts, they cease to be warriors."

Baal deduced without hesitation: "You are tantamount to re-cultivating Israel's military power. The current Firstborn Sons Legion can't protect your wealth at all."

When Baimon heard Baal's question, he also stopped the movement of driving Baal away, and quietly turned his gaze to Solomon: "Baal is right about this... Solomon."

Solomon just smiled complacently: "No, you don't understand. This is what I want."

Seeing the two startled for a moment, Solomon smiled happily.

He doesn't hate chatting with his demon **** friends... It's better to say that the current Solomon can only communicate with these demon gods normally.

Solomon had to look like a sane king to everyone but them... he had to be calm, he had to be wise and calm forever. Only in this way can he appease his subordinates and suppress all forces that may be unstable.

Only in front of these demon gods who have a vision beyond the times and have no conflict of interest with him, can Solomon chat nonsense like an ordinary person.

"In short, what I want is that they are no longer fighters."

Solomon repeated.

"I said before that the soldiers of Israel can learn something and rely on it when they get old. But that is only limited to the firstborn legions who have learned techniques from the craftsmen of the Tyreans... If you pay more attention, you will Knowing that they are now learning the skills of precisely hewing high-quality stone and how to cut wood into the desired shape. These skills will make them good at stacking wood and stone, repairing houses, or building new buildings.”

They will no longer be troubled by life from now on. Because they will have the ability to produce and build, which will also be their source of glory.

Solomon asserted.

"However, in the old days... the warriors in the era of King David were different. Most of them were fighters conquered by David from other countries, and only a small number were warriors born and raised in Israel. First of all, they did not have skills, and secondly... They're not loyal enough either."

Having said that, Solomon changed the subject: "However, it would be different if they were transferred to serve as guards. They will have new jobs. At the same time, these old-age troops with low combat effectiveness and discipline can also No more dragging down the Firstborn Legion..."

Speaking of this, Solomon glanced at Baal and said softly: "With the rise of trade routes, the customs and rules of the old era will definitely change. Or... any innovation will threaten the balance of existing organizations and inherent forces. "

"As long as technology changes, productivity or the way of material communication changes, the relationship between people will change. Instead of letting them adjust to the new relationship and form a new class relationship after going through painful struggles, it is better for me to directly They're settled."

"I don't think so," Baal shook his head. "Although what you said makes sense, they can't always move forward under your protection...Sooner or later, the Israelites will enter the kind of 'painful world' you mentioned." fight' to go."

"Then it has nothing to do with me, Baal."

Solomon folded his hands on his chest, and said gently: "Man can't expect too much, and he can't aspire to be able to do what God can do. It is precisely because man's strength is weak, life is short and stupid... Human history will have meaning. If they become wrong history, someone will learn from it. It would be a good thing for everyone...but if I let them do these things while I am alive, it would be a waste of time."

"Just like the half-month when I trained the first-born team two months ago. It seemed pointless, unsatisfactory, and it just drained their energy and didn't have the effect of training... You also stopped me at that time. "

Solomon looked at Baimon, then at Baal, and said with a smile, "But I didn't expect that. They couldn't help being dissatisfied with me. Instead, they became more disciplined and easy to manage, and their labor efficiency has also increased a lot."

"I see."

Baimon nodded. He took a deep look at Solomon: "Before it becomes history, there is no need to talk about the meaning... Can I write down this sentence?"

"Please go ahead, Baimon. By the way, if you remember again, remember one more sentence..."

Solomon smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice: "You must remember that everyone who is wise is stupid, everyone who has eyes is short-sighted, and everyone who has ears is partial, but there is no need to regard it as Sin is hidden from mentioning and treated like dirt—”

"Because of this stupidity, short-sightedness and partiality, those old histories and books of wisdom words can make people's wisdom arise from words, and people can walk on the ground without burying their wisdom in the abyss."

Solomon said softly, looking at Baal and Baimon: "You, you must remember."

Baimon stood up, and the frivolous smile on Baal's face disappeared briefly. They all bowed their heads slightly to Solomon as a sign of Monna.