Eight Hundred and Twenty-Four: Are You a Master or a Father? (1)

The Palace of Lingxiao in the sky, and the Palace of Yangyang in the world.

Shangyang Palace is not only the Dongqing Palace, but also a place where wealth and honor gather from all over the world.

"I think back then, how prosperous Shangjing City and Shangyang Palace were... Now there are only ruins and wrecks... There seems to be people living in the distance?"

Wei Ci lifted the curtain of the car, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and looked at the ruins with weeds and vines growing wildly in front of him.

It's already midsummer now, and the scorching sun hangs high above the head, making people's skin hot.

"In any case, it is also Shangjing, a treasured place where rich and noble families gather. When the earthquake happened suddenly, many houses collapsed, and all the ruins were buried. The refugees gathered here, rummaging for money under the ruins to make a living... Therefore, the surrounding area slowly condensed scattered village..."

Zhang Ping was dressed in sackcloth and brown, and his long hair was tied up with a cloth towel. If it wasn't for his aura of books that couldn't be ignored, one might think he was an ordinary farmer. He took a bamboo hat from the carriage to shade Wei Ci, "Let's go and investigate first, and then make a decision."

There used to be a floating population of 200,000 to 300,000 in Shangjing, but now it has become a ruin that has not been seen for a long time.

However, for more than two years, crazily growing vines covered the ruins, and occasionally a few mice could be seen shuttling here.

Wei Ci and Zhang Ping brought more than 10,000 laborers, and the remaining manpower planned to be recruited locally, taking this opportunity to absorb refugees and reduce hidden dangers.

The two spent several days traveling all over the capital and nearby mountains to find out the surrounding terrain and re-plan the city layout.

Wei Ci has an excellent memory and almost has a photographic memory. In just a few days, he memorizes the surrounding terrain and conditions, and then draws them on paper. After some discussions, the two compared the original layout of the capital, and based on this, improved and adjusted the layout of the state capital.

"I really doubt that there is anything in this world that you don't know..."

When Zhang Ping came back from the outside, his exposed cheeks and neck were tanned black and red by the scorching sun, and his clothes were soaked in sweat, dry and wet, wet and dry again. After a busy day of running up and down outside, Zhang Ping was so thirsty that his throat was about to smoke, so he just drank it when he came back.

He saw a huge piece of bamboo paper spread out on Wei Ci's desk, on which a plan of a city was drawn with thin charcoal.

As for why Wei Ci used trimmed charcoal to paint, Zhang Ping didn't ask any more questions because the other party answered it faster.

"Manpower is sometimes exhausted,

God's will is hard to do. Ci is just an ordinary person, and there are many things that he doesn't know. "

Wei Ci smiled and carefully rolled up the finished product that he had drawn all night and put it away, then took out another roll of paper from the side, and slowly opened it.

Compared with the ground plan drawn just now, which seemed to be compared with a clothes ruler, this one is much more random.

"This is the villages, mountains, and woods near the old site of Shangjing... The soil in these spots is quite sticky, suitable for firing green bricks. There are also villages gathered nearby, with a total of thousands of people. We recruit nearby Common people, let them build a road leading directly to the capital. The wood, stone, and sand needed to build the city are huge, and they cannot be used in just one place..."

The materials for building a city are not expensive, what is expensive is the transportation cost.

Wei Ci calculated carefully, planning to spend manpower to build the main road first, and then start building the city after everything is ready. In the huge city of Shangjing, the ruins of the whole city have to be carefully cleaned up, and the waste that can be used can be used to save costs, and the unusable waste should be dealt with in a way.

Zhang Ping waved his hands casually and said, "It's up to you to make up your own mind."

Wei Ci's expression froze for a moment, and he looked at Zhang Ping with a bit of resentment.

Teammate Pig, you are talking about people like Zhang Ping.

Under the scorching sun, Zhang Pingping and others were sweating profusely, while their immediate boss, Jiang Pengji, was holding a watermelon and chatting with Cheng Cheng.

The production of watermelons is limited, and most of them are supplied to meritorious subordinates, while the rest are thrown into Zhike Zhai and sold to diners.

With the support of Jiang Pengji, Zhikezhai, an official restaurant, has opened all over the entire Maru Prefecture, and there are every county in the territory. With its novel dishes and operating methods, it quickly gained a firm foothold in the local area. According to Jiang Pengji's order, Zhikezhai takes the medium-to-high-end route, and the recipes of ordinary home-cooked dishes are released to the common people for free, so as not to know that Kezhai conflicts with the restaurants opened by the common people and robs them of their jobs.

The more Zhikezhai opened, the more posts can be provided, and more disabled soldiers or relatives of dead soldiers can be accommodated.

When did the common people see such a novelty fruit as watermelon?

For a while, the business of Zhikezhai in various places improved a lot, and the daily net profit continued to rise.

While eating watermelon, Jiang Pengji checked the accounts sent by Zhikezhai from various places.

"The business of Zhikezhai is good, but the profit is not objective."

Mrs. Cheng Cheng is in charge of the internal affairs of China Feed. He doesn't know much about the business, but he also knows that restaurants can't make much money.

Jiang Pengji looked over the accounts and felt a little satisfied.

The shopkeepers of Zhike Zhai everywhere are quite smart, and they didn't cheat on the accounts, so it didn't take long for her to read them.

"In such a big Maruzhou, how can it be possible to rely on Zhikezhai's business to maintain expenses? It doesn't matter how much profit you make." Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "The establishment of Zhikezhai back then was just to give disabled soldiers a place to go and die in battle. Soldiers' orphans and old parents can have something to rely on... It doesn't matter whether they make money or not, what is important is to be able to calm their hearts. Soldiers can feel at ease on the battlefield when their families are properly resettled. If they are not properly resettled, they will be in a cold The hearts of the soldiers will also drive these people from good citizens to refugees...Mr. Cheng has more experience than the younger generation, so he should know what it will be like if there are more refugees..."

How many bandits who fell into bandits were from refugees?

What is the difference between refugees and refugees in ancient troubled times?

Where there are many refugees, the social security is poor, and crimes occur every now and then.

Stealing and fighting are relatively light, but the fear of entering a house, robbing and killing people or killing women and children is not uncommon.

Why is Maruzhou able to stabilize?

It’s not that the number of refugees has decreased, but more and more refugees have been recruited and returned to their home fields.

After hearing Jiang Pengji's words, Cheng Cheng thought about it for a while, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.

He said, "Could it be that this is why the state shepherd built the state capital?"

Cheng Cheng originally thought that Jiang Pengji wasted money to build the state capital for her own enjoyment, but later she thought it was impossible.

Hearing what she said now, Cheng Cheng immediately understood.

The second is to spend huge sums of money to build the state capital. The real purpose is to provide a large number of jobs and attract refugees to work.

In the inherent impression of many people, corvee is free physical labor without pay, and people die at every turn, and no one is willing to do it.

Jiang Pengji has set a precedent here, using paid work and rest to attract common people to work.

Even if the size of the state capital is smaller than that of Shangjing, it can still provide tens of thousands of jobs. How much can this reduce the refugees.