Five Hundred and Forty-Two: The World in Turbulence (12)

[A fierce operation]: Building canals is good, but if there is a severe drought, the water will evaporate, right?

[A look at the record of 0 to 5]: I think the anchor will find a way to solve it, such as sealing the canal to reduce evaporation.

Although the audience in the live broadcast room was just chatting, and some suggestions were also whimsical, Jiang Pengji did not ignore them, but picked up a lot of ideas and remembered them. It is impossible to dig a reservoir, but it is okay to build a few small reservoirs.

Fortunately, there are many refugees now, and the construction of houses in Cheng'an County can be slowed down, and the progress of wasteland reclamation can also be slowed down, but the reservoir can be put on the agenda first. If there is no severe drought this year, it would be best. If there is, at least we can prevent it.

Wei Ci saw her frowning and sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but think of what the old monk Lechen said.

There were indeed many natural disasters in the previous life, but they were not as frequent as in this life.

He didn't dare to think about how much luck the evildoers in the old monk's mouth had stolen to make the whole world so devastated.

Although the lord did not say for sure that there would be a drought this year, Wei Ci already believed it in her heart.

"Try to find underground water veins and dig wells... Anyway, these things will be done sooner or later, so why not do it together."

She seemed to be relaxed, and Yang Si beside her couldn't help laughing.

This man just moved his mouth and the people below ran their legs off.

If he had known that eating a few meals would end up like this, he would probably... still eat.

For a person who loves food, it would be a waste of his life if he hadn't tasted such delicious food.

After all, the drought has not happened yet. Jiang Pengji wants to lead people to dig canals, not only to prevent it before it happens, but also to facilitate irrigation and water use for the people. It's best if the drought doesn't happen. If it happens, at least they can survive it.

Cheng'an County is close to the mountains, and there are many available water sources. Jiang Pengji led a group of experienced farmers to climb up and down, day and night to draw the reclamation route of the canal. She also asked some craftsmen from Xiangyang County to come over and build a brick kiln near Cheng'an County.

The bricks fired in the kiln this time were not used for paving the ground. The new bricks were wide and long, and the cross-section was thinner than before.

It was a bit troublesome to fire, and there were many inferior products. Jiang Pengji did not urge them, but just asked them to continue researching and not to be afraid of spending money.

She had plenty of soil,

and the coal bought from Chengde County could be used until next winter, so she was not afraid of squandering.

Once Jiang Pengji became rich, Wei Ci was afraid.

Yang Si looked at the busy figures under the city, and could feel the bustling atmosphere from a distance.

He sighed, "It's good to have money, and it's much easier to do anything."

If there was no money and no food, Jiang Pengji would not be able to attract so many refugees to do hard labor for her.

Money is not omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money.

What surprised Yang Si was that Jiang Pengji hired refugees as laborers, and there was no requirement for gender, only the workload.

Regardless of gender, the amount of food distributed every day was the same.

When asked why, the reason she gave was irrefutable.

"Why don't you give the same pay for the same work?"

Whether it's moving bricks, digging canals, building houses or repairing city walls, these are extremely physically demanding labor. Since the female workers who come here to apply for the job can complete a day's work, the food and pay should be given. Isn't this a matter of course?

Not only that, the more he stays in Cheng'an County and deals with the government affairs here, the more he feels that he has opened the door to a new world.

There is actually a female camp here!

Wei Ci saw his surprise and explained calmly, "The lord is short of people, and the female camp is also strong. In extraordinary times, as long as it is a soldier, it will be fine."

Yang Si didn't believe Wei Ci's words. He said, "I think your lord is ambitious."

Normally speaking, if there is no goal, who would let a woman come to the stage for no reason?

Yang Si has a keen intuition, but he still can't guess the trick inside.

Wei Ci smiled and said, "In the future, that will also be your lord."

"You are confident."

Yang Si doesn't think he will really recognize Jiang Pengji, even if her temper is indeed to his taste.

Wei Ci smiled but said nothing.

As time went by, the general outline of the buildings in the center of the county town could be vaguely seen, and the architectural style was exactly the same as that of Xiangyang County.

Yang Si had never seen such a thing as blue bricks. At most, he had heard about it from refugees on the way here.

Seeing that Cheng'an County was preparing to pave the road with bluestone and blue bricks as tiles, and the wide streets were slowly taking shape in the ruins, even though he was used to seeing local tyrants, he couldn't help but be amazed. The mansion of King Changshou used jade as steps and gold-plated tiles. This was normal, as he was a member of the royal family.

However, Cheng'an County was just a small county town, and the number of people at most was no more than 18,000 households.

Jiang Pengji was just an ordinary gentry, but she was generous enough to pave the main streets and alleys of the entire county town with blue bricks and the newly built houses with blue tiles. Yang Si didn't dare to think deeply about how much manpower, material resources and financial resources would be spent.

What made him feel uneasy was that Maolin County and Jiaoping County were also under construction in full swing, a little faster than Cheng'an County.

"So rich." Yang Si sighed.

Wei Ci smiled and took out a set of glass tea sets, pointing at it and said, "Jingrong should say that Beijiang is really rich."

Looking at Yang Si's eyes widened in surprise, Wei Ci smiled even more brightly, "The lord did not rely on the power of her family. She has spent so much effort and hard work to get to this point. Although she has a bad temper, she is indeed a wise lord who loves the people like his own children."

Yang Si came back to his senses, swallowed nervously, and his eyes could not help but drift to the tea set.

Previously, King Changshou spent a lot of money to get a set of rare treasures from the north, and Yang Si had the honor to see it.

The material is exactly the same as the glass tea set that Wei Ci took out, and King Changshou's set is not as good as Wei Ci's.

At that time, he was still impressed that there were such treasures in the world, which were worth such a high price.

Now... He felt his face hurt!

As soon as he saw Wei Ci's attitude towards the tea set, he knew that this thing was definitely not worth such a high price.

"These... are they made by your master?"

Yang Si recalled the high price that King Changshou paid, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch. This is simply robbing money!

"Yes, but she said that the supply in the northern border is temporarily saturated, and there is no need to continue selling. This year, the caravan plans to sell to the four tribes of the southern barbarians or Zhongzhao, Beiyuan, and Xichang. At least it can't collide with the northern border, so as not to be exposed."

Yang Si stared at the cup in Wei Ci's hand.

The slender white fingers pinched the transparent and dazzling cup, which made people sigh that the years were peaceful... bullshit!

"How much is this thing worth?" Yang Si asked.

"When my master becomes your master, you will know. Otherwise, the master will not let you go." Wei Ci had a smile on his face, and at this time he had a bit of foxy taste, "Whether freedom is more important or curiosity is more important, Jingrong must think it over clearly. There are still things to do today. We just talked about everything and wasted a lot of time..."

Wei Ci took a sip of tea quietly, then went to his desk to continue working.

Yang Si's curiosity was aroused, but Wei Ci was a bad person, his mouth was like a gourd with a sawed mouth, and he didn't say a word.

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