The Peng Family Head remained silent for a long time. A man capable of leading such a vast family was no mediocrity.
His son's words had opened his eyes.
Now, their name and the blessings left by their ancestors were no longer enough to sustain the family's legacy.
It had been fine a few generations ago. Everyone was closely connected; trace their ancestry back a few generations, and they were all one family. But as time passed, those ties weakened, their blood grew distant, and who would still remember any of it?
The Peng family's ancestor had been the ruler of Great Peng, a state founded by Peng Zu, the leader of the Peng tribe. During the Xia era, it had been a vassal state of Xia. After Cheng Tang destroyed Xia, it had submitted to Shang and relocated to Chaoge.
But now, who besides the Peng family themselves still remembered these things?
Even Great Peng had been destroyed during Wu Ding's reign.
That could not help but give him pause. Everything seemed fine at a glance now, but what about a few generations from now?
By his grandchildren's generation, would the Peng family still enjoy its glory?
Why had more and more nobles fallen on hard times over the years?
The nobility needed a new foundation to stand on, one that could endure for generations, something they could see clearly and touch.
Peng Zun, too, fell silent for a while before slowly saying, "I learned something in the palace."
"What?"
"Commerce."
"Trade, wealth, markets."
"We can use the Peng trading caravan to transport sea salt from Guanjiangkou, capture the market, and gradually get the common people accustomed to it. As long as the people of the realm still need Guanjiangkou sea salt, our Peng family will not fall. His