One Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty-Nine: The Storm Is Coming

Qian Su's idea is not unreasonable.

Xiangyang has a set of strict rules and regulations, even an illiterate person can say a few words.

The people are illiterate, but living here for nearly ten years, these regulations have long been integrated into their bones, forming a special spiritual outlook.

After Qian Su entered the city, he thought for a moment that he had entered a paradise by mistake.

The layout of Xiangyang is different from other cities. There are roads for people and cars, and roads for cars. Therefore, the roads here are extraordinarily wide, enough for five horse-drawn carriages to run side by side. Every five hundred steps, there is a half-person-high wooden barrel standing on the side of the road, and people throw something into it from time to time.

The streets are spacious, clean and orderly, making Qian Su, a local tyrant, feel unspeakably cramped.

Um……

That kind of cramped feeling is similar to that of an illiterate mixed into the school bully circle.

Feng Zhen showed a long-lost expression, and excitedly explained to Qian Su.

"What are those barrels for?"

"Waste throwers, as well as the waste of cattle and horses, are not allowed on the road. If you don't deal with them, you will be caught and your money will be deducted."

"What's up with those weird cars?"

Qian Su saw a two-horse carriage passing by next door, which was open on all sides except the top of the head. Qian Su glanced at it, and found that the carriage was separated by three wooden boards, and there were six bearded stools, and there were six cleanly dressed ordinary people sitting inside.

Feng Zhen glanced at it and said, "It's a public carriage."

"According to the ancient system, common people drive once, scholars drive twice, officials drive three, princes drive four, princes drive five, and emperors drive six." Qian Su frowned, and said rather displeasedly, "Look at the clothes, These are clearly common people, how can they be qualified?"

"That's what you say, but one horse can't move six people." Feng Zhen said, "At first, there were indeed some scholars who objected, but the character of the lord has always been soft rather than hard. There are also horses and horses. What's wrong with the two-horse-drawn cart for the benefit of the common people?"

Xiangyang is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more people living there. There is a long distance between north and south, east and west.

Jiang Pengji set up a chariot shop in order to house her aged war horses, and let the horses pull the chariots, and the chariot drivers were all retired soldiers.

Letting horses pull the cart saves the people the effort of walking.

Of course, you need to pay a certain fee to get on the bus, and ordinary people can afford it.

If it wasn't for Jiang Pengji's decision, the car dealership wouldn't be able to get going.

Because two-horse carriages are a privilege only for scholars, ordinary non-governmental organizations dare not follow the trend to set up any chariots and horses for fear of being charged with trespassing. Therefore, chariots and horses have always been an official organization. In order to facilitate management, a license plate mark was also made.

Because of the high cost, horse-drawn carts and ox carts were not as popular as private cars in later generations, and the traffic was never congested.

People can wait for the bus at a fixed station, and if there is an empty bus, they can get on it.

Interestingly, the guy who yelled against it at first also happily used the stagecoach.

There is no way, not everyone has the money to raise a horse cart and an ox cart, most of the time they rely on their legs.

Since there is such a convenient means of transportation that ordinary people can use, why can't they use it?

Qian Su watched with relish, from shock at the beginning to calm later, but he didn't close his mouth very much in the middle.

"arrive--"

Feng Zhen got out of the car, rubbed his waist secretly, and then walked to another carriage as if nothing had happened.

"The two ladies can come down with the young gentleman and the young lady."

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Yan Shuyao and Yang Roujia stepped down on the sedan chair with the help of the maid, both holding tightly wrapped babies in their arms.

Feng Zhen and Jiang Pengji applied to be transferred to Maruzhou, calling it a business, but in fact they were lazy.

Seeing that he was too happy, Jiang Pengji entrusted him with escorting Yang Tao and Mrs. Yan Lin.

Both Yang Tao and Yan Lin have families, but the conditions in Nansheng are difficult and not suitable for their wives and children. Jiang Pengji suggested that their wives and families should move to Maruzhou to settle down. Jiang Pengji was purely concerned about her subordinates, but in the ears of Yang Tao and Yang Tao, there was a hint of threat.

This is not good intentions, it is clearly asking the two to hand over the hostages.

Whether it means it or not,

The two of Yang Tao could only agree.

Feng Zhen left this mess, and Qian Su volunteered to help.

It is said to share Fengzhen's worries, but in fact it is secretly protecting the two wives and children from possible harm.

Smart as Jiang Pengji, she naturally understood the deep meaning behind these people's actions, she didn't explain it, and let these guys make up their minds.

#This is a comedy in which everyone is industrious and intriguing, but the protagonist is fishing in troubled waters#

"Will you live here in the future? Where does Roujia live?"

Yan Shuyao has been anxious these days, and when she sees the mansion where she will live in the future, she is a little uncertain again.

This treatment is too good.

"General Yang and Yan Junshi have a close relationship. My lord wants to arrange for them to live closer together. I checked the houses that are still vacant, but here is the better one. The location is clean, but not far from the downtown area. This is Yang The general's mansion, the one opposite the door belongs to Junshi Yan."

As a house-building maniac, his lord built hundreds of houses as soon as he entered Xiangyang County.

A small part was kept, some were given to the original team as rewards, and the rest were sold at a high price to the nobles or local tyrants who moved over.

My lord, a black-hearted businessman, coupled with Wei Ci, a navy leader, made the house here extremely expensive.

In the past two years, I have made a lot of money just by selling houses.

The house that my family bought for a penny has now been multiplied countless times.

If Yang Tao and the others knew that their lord had gifted such a mansion, they wouldn't be more loyal.

"Thank you, Lord Lanting."

Yan Shuyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to the south, and nodded to Feng Zhen to thank her.

Feng Zhen said with a smile, "In a while, it will be the New Year's Eve Lantern Festival. If the two ladies are free, they can take the maidservants out to have fun."

In fact, Xiangyang is very lively one month before the New Year's Eve, and various business warm-up activities also have some prototypes of future profiteers.

These scenes can only be seen by Xiang Yang, which is quite rare for Yan Shuyao and other outsiders.

Fengzhen settled down a few people before returning home.

As everyone knows, his son's youthful rebellion has come, and the style of painting is quite peculiar.

Thinking about how good it is for him to brag about his son in front of his colleagues, and how well educated he is, he couldn't help but beat himself to death.

Gua Wazi, you cheated me to death!

Fengyi's secret letter arrived at the destination smoothly, and it was in Jiang Pengji's hands.

The reason why a secret letter is a secret letter is that confidentiality is the most important thing, and the number of people who are qualified to read the contents of the letter is absolutely no more than three.

Fengyi's children were lucky, and this secret letter went directly to Jiang Pengji's hands.

"Feng Yi? Rong Li from Feng Zhen's family wrote it. Could it be that something happened to Zhanjiang Pass?"

Jiang Pengji didn't know that Feng Yi and Sun Lan had returned to the academy to continue their studies, and she thought they were still working as horses on the front line.

She tore off the wax and took out the thick secret letter inside.

At this time, the golden bird was falling to the west, and the indoor light was dim, covering most of Jiang Pengji's face in the darkness.

Only those dark and sharp eyes, like a pair of eagle eyes, stared solemnly at the prey.

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