Liu Xin walked out of the felt tent, and upon seeing him, the herdsmen outside immediately bowed slightly in salute.
The herdsmen here lived by hunting and herding. In name, they were subjects of Dazhen, but Dazhen rarely paid attention to this place.
This place was simply too far north, where ice and snow never melted throughout the year, and crops couldn't be grown. Even common livestock were hard to rear, so they could only raise the reindeer native to the area.
There was little contact with the outside world here, which was precisely why Liu Xin set his sights on this place.
For decades, he had come here each year to stay for a period, gradually breaking down the resistance of the natives, teaching them words and things that could improve their lives.
Over the decades, people here had low marriage and birth ages and short lifespans, so most of that first generation had passed away. The few still alive were children from decades ago.
