Chapter 824: 824: Are you a master or a dad? (One)

Chapter 824 Chapter 824: Are You A Master Or A Dad? (One)
Lingxiao Temple in the sky, Shangyang Palace in the world.
Shangyang Palace is not only the Dongqing Imperial Palace, but also a rich place where the world gathers.
"Imagine how prosperous the Shangjing City and Shangyang Palace were at the time ... Only the ruins and wreckage are left now ... there seems to be some people in the distance?"
Wei Ci lifted the car curtain, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and looked at the weeds and the vines with madly ruins in front of him.
It is already mid-summer season, and the sun is so hot that it hangs over the head, making the skin hot.
"It is also a treasure house where the wealthy and wealthy people gather. What happened suddenly was how many homes collapsed and buried the ruins. The exiles gathered here, looking for the money under the ruins to make a living ... Therefore, the surrounding areas also slowly gather scattered The village ... "
Zhang Ping was dressed in burlap and had long hair with a cloth towel. If it wasn't for his temperament with the breath of a book, he would think he was an ordinary farmer. He took a bucket bucket from the carriage and gave Wei Ci shading, "We'll go and check first before we make a decision."
Once the floating population of Shangjing City was between two and three hundred thousand, but now it has been in ruins for a long time.
But for more than two years, the mad vines covered the ruins, and occasionally I could see a few mice shuttled here.
Wei Ci and Zhang Ping brought more than 10,000 laborers, and the remaining staff intends to recruit locally, taking this opportunity to attract migrants and reduce hidden dangers.
The two spent several days walking up the capital and nearby mountains to find out the surrounding terrain and re-plan the city layout.
Wei Ci's memory is so remarkable that he can hardly forget it. In a few days, he will remember the surrounding situation in his heart and draw them on paper. After some discussions, the two compared and improved the layout of the prefecture based on the original layout of the capital.
"I really doubt that there is anything else in this world that you wouldn't ..."
Zhang Ping came back from the outside, her cheeks and neck exposed outside were tanned by the poisonous sun, sweat soaked in clothes, dry and wet, wet and dry. After running and crawling outside for a busy day, Zhang Ping was so thirsty that his throat was going to smoke, and he was filled with food.
He saw a huge piece of bamboo paper on Wei Ci's table, with a thin charcoal block drawing a plan view of a city.
As for why Wei Ci used the trimmed charcoal block to paint, the other party replied so quickly that Zhang Ping didn't ask much.
"Sometimes manpower is exhausted, and God's will is hard to do. Kindness is just an ordinary man, and there are more things that can't be done."
Wei Ci smiled and carefully rolled up the finished product that stayed up late, rolled out another roll of paper, and slowly opened it.
Compared to the square plan that was just drawn with a ruler, this pattern looks much more random.
"These are the villages, mountains, and woods near the old site of Shangjing City ... These spots are quite sticky and suitable for firing green bricks. There are also villages nearby, and there are thousands of people scattered. We recruited nearby People, let them build a road that leads directly to Beijing. The wood, stone, and sand required for the city are huge, and they ca n’t all be in one place ...

The material for building the city is not expensive, what is expensive is the transportation cost.
Wei Ci carefully calculated, intending to spend manpower to build the road first, everything is ready before starting construction of the city. When you go to Beijing, the ruins of the first city must be carefully cleaned out. The waste that can be used for waste can be used to save costs, and you can use it to find ways to deal with it.
Zhang Ping shook hands casually, "You just have to come up with your ideas."
Wei Ci froze, looking at Zhang Ping's eyes with a bit of resentment.
Pig teammates, say Zhang Ping.
Facing the poisonous sun, Zhang Pingren was sweating like rain, and their top boss Jiang Yanji was holding watermelon and chatting with Cheng Ye.
Watermelon production is limited, most of which are supplied to active subordinates, and the rest is sold to Zhikezhai and sold to diners.
With the support of Jiang Yanji, the official restaurant, Zhikezhai, has opened throughout Marushu, and every county in the country has it. With its innovative cuisine and operating methods, it quickly established itself in the local area. According to Jiang Yanji's instructions, Zhikezhai took the mid-to-high-end route, and the recipes of ordinary home-cooked dishes were announced to the people for free, so as not to know that Kezhai conflicted with the restaurants opened by the people and snatched their rice bowls.
The more Zhikezhai opened, it means that more posts can be provided, and more disabled soldiers or relatives of fallen soldiers can be settled.
When did people see novel fruits like watermelon?
For a time, Zhikezhai's business in all parts of the country has improved a lot, and the daily net profit has also continued to rise.
While eating watermelon, Jiang Yanji looked at the accounts sent by Zhikezhai from various places.
"Zikezhai's business is good, but the profits are not substantial."
The internal affairs of China Feed are all under the control of Mrs. Cheng. He doesn't know much about business matters, but also knows that restaurants can't make a lot of money.
Jiang Yanji looked at the accounts again and was slightly satisfied.
The shopkeepers of Zhikezhai everywhere were pretty clever, and didn't sneak into the accounts, so she didn't take long to read it.
"How big is Maruju? How can you rely on Zhikezhai's business to maintain your expenses? It doesn't matter how much profit you make." Jiang Yanji smiled. The orphans and old parents of the soldiers can rely on them ... It is not important to make money or not. The important thing is to be stable. When the soldiers see that their families are properly placed, they can rest assured in the battlefield. The hearts of the soldiers will also force this part of people from good people to become refugees ... Mr. Cheng knows more than his juniors, and naturally he should know what the scene will be once there are more refugees ... "
How many bandits who fell into the grass are from exile?
What is the difference between refugees and refugees in ancient troubled times?
Where there are many refugees, social security is poor, and crimes occur every three to five.
Stealing and fighting are relatively light. I'm afraid that it's not uncommon to be afraid of looting or killing women or children.
Why can Maruzhou stabilize?
It is not that the number of refugees has decreased, and more and more refugees have been recruited and returned to their fields.
Cheng Yan heard Jiang Yanji's words, thought for a while, a flash of light flashed in his mind.
He said, "Mr. Fei, the state capital built the state capital for this too?"
Cheng Yan originally thought that Jiang Yanji spent money and money to build the state capital for his own enjoyment, but later felt that it was unlikely.
Now listening to her talk, Cheng Ye suddenly understood.
It is second to spend huge sums of money to build a state capital. The real purpose is to provide a large number of jobs and attract migrants to work.
In many people's inherent impressions, servitude is free physical labor at no cost, and people are dying, and no one wants to do it.
However, Jiang Yanji set a precedent here and used paid military service to attract people to work.
Even if the state capital is smaller than the previous capital city, it can also provide tens of thousands of jobs, which can reduce the number of refugees.
(End of this chapter)