Chapter 819

LingXiao palace in the sky, Shangyang Palace on earth.

Shangyang palace is not only the Dongqing palace, but also a place of wealth all over the world.

"Think how prosperous Shangjing and Shangyang palace were in those days... Now there are only ruins... There seems to be people in the distance?"

Wei CI lifted the curtain of his car, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the ruins of miscellaneous grass and vines.

Now it's midsummer. The hot sun is hanging overhead, making people's skin hot.

"In any case, it is also a treasure land where rich and noble families gather in Beijing. When the earthquake happened, many houses collapsed and all the ruins were buried. Refugees gathered here to find money under the ruins to make a living... Therefore, scattered villages gradually gathered around..."

Zhang Ping was dressed in linen, brown, and his long hair was tied up with a cloth towel. If he had not had the temperament and the smell of books that could not be ignored, he might think he was an ordinary farmer. He took a hat from the carriage and gave it to Weici for shading. "Let's visit it first, and then make a decision."

The floating population in the capital used to be two or three hundred thousand, but now it has become a ruins without human shadow for a long time.

However, for more than two years, crazy vines covered the ruins, and occasionally I could see several mice shuttling here.

Wei Ci and Zhang Ping brought more than 10000 workers, and the rest plan to recruit locally to take this opportunity to absorb refugees and reduce hidden dangers.

They spent several days walking around the capital and the nearby mountains, finding out the surrounding terrain and re planning the urban layout.

Wei CI has an excellent memory and can hardly forget it. In a few days, he memorizes the surrounding terrain and conditions, and then draws them on paper. After some discussion, they compared the original layout of the capital and improved and adjusted the layout of the state capital on this basis.

"I really doubt that there is anything else in the world that you won't..."

Zhang Ping came back from the outside. His exposed cheeks and neck were black and red by the poisonous sun. His clothes were soaked with sweat, dry and wet, wet and dry. After running up and down outside for a busy day, Zhang Ping was so thirsty that his throat was going to smoke. When he came back, he drank a meal.

He saw a huge piece of bamboo paper spread on Weici's table, on which a plan of a city was drawn with thin charcoal blocks.

As for why Wei CI wanted to paint with the trimmed charcoal, the other party answered so quickly that Zhang Ping didn't ask much.

"Manpower is sometimes exhausted, and it is difficult to do what God wants. Kindness is just a common person, and there are many things that can't be done."

With a smile, Wei CI carefully rolled up the finished product painted late, put it away, turned over another roll of paper from the side and opened it slowly.

Compared with the plan just now, which seems to be drawn with a clothes ruler, this pattern looks much more casual.

"This is the village, mountain and forest near the former site of Shangjing city... The soil at these points is quite viscous and suitable for firing green bricks. There are villages nearby, which are scattered and add up to thousands of people. We recruit people nearby to build a road leading to Shangjing. The cost of wood, stone and sand for building the city is huge, so we can't use only one place..."

The materials for building the city are not expensive, but the transportation cost.

After careful calculation, Wei Tzu plans to spend manpower to build the road first, and then start building the city when everything is ready. In such a big capital city, the ruins of a city have to be carefully cleaned out. The waste that can be used can be used to save costs, and the unusable should be treated in a way.

Zhang Ping shook his hand casually and said, "just make up your mind."

Wei Ci's expression stiffened for a moment and looked at Zhang Ping's eyes with a bit of resentment.

Pig teammate, it's people like Zhang Ping.

In the hot sun, Zhang Ping and others are sweating like rain. Their immediate boss Jiang Pengji is holding watermelon to chat with Cheng Cheng.

Watermelon production is limited, most of which are supplied to meritorious subordinates, and the rest are thrown to zhikezhai and sold to diners.

With the support of Jiang Pengji, the official restaurant zhikezhai has been opened all over maruju, and there are restaurants in every county in the territory. With its novel dishes and business methods, it soon gained a foothold in the local market. According to Jiang Pengji's instructions, zhikezhai takes the medium and high-end route, and the recipes of ordinary home dishes are published to the people free of charge, so as to avoid the conflict between zhikezhai and the restaurants opened by the people and rob them of their jobs.

The more zhikezhai is opened, the more posts can be provided, and more disabled soldiers or relatives of dead soldiers can be settled.

When have people seen such novel fruits as watermelon?

For a time, the business of zhikezhai everywhere was much better, and the daily net profit was also rising.

While eating watermelon, Jiang Pengji checked the accounts sent by local zhikezhai.

"Zhikezhai's business is good, but the profit is not considerable."

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

Jiang Pengji looked at the accounts and was slightly satisfied.

The shopkeepers of zhikezhai everywhere were smart and didn't cheat on the accounts, so it didn't take her long to finish it.

"How can such a big maruju rely on zhikezhai's business to maintain its expenses? It doesn't matter how much profit it makes." Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "The purpose of establishing Zhike Zhai in those years was to provide a place for the disabled soldiers and the orphans and old parents of the dead soldiers... It doesn't matter whether they make money or not, but what matters is to calm the people. The soldiers can rest assured when they see that their families are properly resettled on the battlefield. If they are not properly resettled, they will not only chill the hearts of the soldiers, but also force these people from the good people He has become a refugee... Mr. Cheng has more knowledge than his younger generation. Naturally, he should know what will happen if there are more refugees... "

How many bandits who have become bandits are of refugee origin?

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

Where there are many refugees, social security is poor, and criminal cases occur every so often.

Stealing and fighting are relatively light. It's not uncommon to be afraid of burglary, robbery, murder or annihilation of women and children.

Why can maruju stabilize?

It is not that the number of refugees has decreased, and more and more refugees have been recruited and returned to their homes and fields.

Cheng Cheng listened to Jiang Pengji's words and thought for a while. A flash of light flashed in his mind.

He said, "is that why the State animal husbandry built the state house?"

Cheng Cheng thought Jiang Pengji spent money to build the state capital for her own enjoyment. Later, he thought it was unlikely.

Now hearing what she said, Cheng Cheng suddenly understood.

Spending a lot of money to build the state capital is the second. 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, often dead, and no one is willing to do it.

Jiang Pengji set a precedent here and adopted paid corvee to attract people to work.

Even though the state capital is smaller than the former capital, it can provide tens of thousands of jobs. How many refugees can it reduce.