MTL - Daily Life In Qin Dynasty-Chapter 159 New changes in Hanzhong

  Chapter 159 New Changes in Hanzhong

   Over the Qinling Mountains.

  The surrounding temperature suddenly warmed up.

  The south of the Qinling Mountains and the north of the Qinling Mountains are like two completely different worlds.

  The world north of the Qinling Mountains is now a piece of white, with snow piled up everywhere. However, in the Hanzhong area south of the Qinling Mountains, although there have been a few snowfalls this winter, overall, they have not been affected by too many snow disasters.

  Ying Zheng lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced at the sky outside.

  They arrived at the entrance of [Qinping Avenue] this morning. Now that the carriage has entered Hanzhong, the sky outside has not yet darkened.

   "How fast is this road going?"

  Ying Zheng looked at the sky, and couldn't help but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

  When he was in Xianyang before, although Ying Zheng already knew about the convenience of [Qinping Avenue] through various channels, it was the first time he had experienced it himself.

  However, Yingzheng has walked through the Qinling Mountains [Shu Road] several times.

  At that time, most of his destinations were Bashu.

no doubt.

  The former [Shu Road] could not be compared with the current [Qinping Avenue]. In the past, the [Shu Road] passing through the Qinling Mountains and Micang Mountain was barely fast for a single horse.

  However, once the horse-drawn carriage is carried, the speed of travel can be described as turtle speed, not to mention that the army escorts food and grass, and often it may not be able to reach Xianyang from Bashu in a month or two.

  But now it takes less than a day to cross the Qinling Mountains from this [Qinping Avenue], even if you carry carriages and goods.

  The efficiency is more than ten times higher.

   "Even mountains as high as the Qinling Mountains can be so fast, if a few people spread this kind of 'concrete road' all over the entire Qin country, what a grand event it would be?"

   As soon as he thought of this, a flame called ambition suddenly rose in Ying Zheng's heart.

  The importance of transportation to a country is beyond doubt.

  In fact, since he got the cement, Yingzheng has started to build a "cement avenue" in Qin State, but the few roads built so far are all "grain transportation avenues" that lead directly to the frontline battlefield.

   Moreover, the efficiency of the construction of those roads is far from being comparable to that of [Qinping Avenue]. Most of them are only half built now, and some are not even half.

no way.

   This is one of the drawbacks of the 'government project'.

  Like the [Qinping Avenue] that Mo Jun urged to build, because it is in Hanzhong, and Mo Jun personally supervises it, so all the procedures and appropriations can be simplified.

   In the middle of the process, there was basically no "corruption and extortion of bribes, layer upon layer of deductions" and other things happened, because those who dared to engage in these small tricks have all been cut off by Mo Jun, and there is no need for trial.

  But the government-funded project can only be said to understand.

  After exiting [Qin Ping Avenue], Ying Zheng's carriage went a little further, and found a fork in the road ahead.

  Going straight ahead, it is a wide concrete avenue no different from [Qinping Avenue], stretching all the way forward without end.

Although Yingzheng didn't pass through this concrete road, but remembering the road construction plan that Mo Jun had told him, Yingzheng roughly guessed that this road is probably under construction, leading to the land of Bashu. Boulevard] the second half.

  However, Yingzheng is a little unclear as to where the other forked road leads to.

   But seeing the middle-aged businessman who was traveling with him turning into this forked path, Ying Zheng asked Zhao Gao, who was driving, to follow along.

  The bifurcated path shuttles between the fields. It is also paved with cement, but it is slightly narrower than the road of [Qinping Avenue], but the whole road is still extremely flat.

  Walking on such a road also made Ying Zheng rarely relax.

  In ancient times, the term "boat and car fatigue" was not just casually mentioned.

   Horse-drawn carriages don’t have shock absorbers, and the roads of this period are mostly built of mud. Once washed by rain, the whole road will become potholes.

  Walking on such a road in a carriage, let alone comfort, it is a kind of torture at all.

   By contrast.

  The feeling that this cement road brings to people today is too comfortable and stable.

  Just as Ying Zheng was already a little sleepy because of this comfort, and couldn't help falling asleep, suddenly, the carriage driven by Zhao Gao stopped slowly.

   Feeling that the carriage stopped moving forward, Ying Zheng was also somewhat awake. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he heard a voice from outside the door.

   "Mr. Zhao, it's getting late, let's rest here for the night before leaving!"

  'Mr. Zhao' is Ying Zheng's pseudonym for going out on this trip. Hearing the voice of the middle-aged businessman outside the car, Ying Zheng opened the curtains of the car, only to realize that the sky had darkened before he knew it.

   "That's fine, then follow what Shopkeeper Huang said, let's rest for the night!"

   Shopkeeper Huang is a middle-aged businessman, whose real name is 'Huang Huan'. He is a businessman who operates animal skin business near Xianyang.

  Ying Zheng and Gai Nie got off the carriage and looked around.

   Then a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the two of them.

   "It's so lively!"

  It was almost night at this time, not to mention the cold winter months in ordinary villages and towns, even in the scorching summer, most people basically closed their doors at this time, had dinner, and went to bed.

  However, although the town in front of me is dark, there are still pedestrians coming and going on the street, neatly dressed, with smiles on their faces.

  There are still many vendors on both sides of the road that have not yet closed.

  As for the roadside shops, inns, restaurants, etc., the lights are even brighter. The food inside is fragrant, and the shouts are constant, making it extremely lively.

   Such a scene.

   At one point, Ying Zheng wondered if he had gone the wrong way, and returned to the busiest DC area in Xianyang City.

  If this is really Xianyang, that’s all.

   After all, no matter how you say it, Xianyang City, as the capital of the entire Qin State, is quite normal for it to be prosperous.

   But this is not Xianyang, it's just a small town located in the remote wilderness of Hanzhong County!

  When will an ordinary small town in Qin country have such a prosperous scene?

The middle-aged businessman Huang Huan on the side was obviously used to Ying Zheng's 'unseen world' appearance, so he just smiled and explained: "This is 'Tieshi Town', which used to be called 'Tieshi Village', but Hanzhong County a poor little village."

   "Poverty?"

  After saying this, not to mention Ying Zheng, even Gai Nie and Zhao Gao couldn't help casting suspicious looks at him.

  Is this town poor?

   What a joke.

  The few of them have traveled all the way from Xianyang, and they have never seen a town richer than this small town.

  Even in Xianyang City, not all families can compare with this place. Because even in Xianyang City, there are many people who can't afford good clothes in winter, so they can only wear thin linen clothes, stay at home, and burn fire to keep warm.

   But here, the three of Ying Zheng took a casual look, and basically every household wore one or two animal skins.

  The worst clothes.

   are also carefully sewn with fine linen, with a lot of reeds or rags wrapped inside, wrapping themselves tightly.

Moreover, the houses in this small town are not even a thatched cottage. Basically, they are all neatly built red brick and blue tile houses. Block out any cold wind, frost and snow.

  A small town like this, you tell me it’s poor?

  "Shopkeeper Huang, are you joking? This town is widowed... I don't think it looks like "poor" at all!"

   "Hehe~~ Shopkeeper Huang is not joking. Some distinguished guests don't know that this Tieshi Town was very poor before Shengping Jun came to Hanzhong."

  After Ying Zheng finished speaking, before Shopkeeper Huang could speak, he saw an old man wearing thick fur and walking slowly with a cane from a distance.

   "Shopkeeper Huang, I haven't seen you for a few days, is the business okay?"

   "Hahaha... Mayor Tie, I haven't seen you for a while. Thanks to Mr. Shengping, I have made a little money during this time."

   Huang Huan exchanged a few words of greeting with the old man who came with a smile, and then introduced to Ying Zheng.

   "Mr. Zhao, this is the 'Mayor' of this Iron Stone Town. The locals used to call him 'Uncle Tie Zi'. If you are interested in this Iron Stone Town, you are right to ask him."

  The old man walking towards him was the old farmer "Uncle Tie Zi" who had met Mo Jun once.

  When Ying Zheng heard Huang Huan's introduction, he arched his hands slightly.

   "It turned out to be Mayor Tie, sorry."

   "This honored guest is being polite. This old man is only grateful to the folks who think highly of him. That's why he temporarily assumed the position of mayor. He doesn't deserve any respect." Mayor Tie returned a polite salute.

   "Just now I heard Mayor Tie say that this town was still very poor before Mr. Sheng Ping came to Hanzhong. Is this true?"

"certainly."

"It's not that Zhao didn't trust Mayor Tie, but if I remember correctly, Lord Shengping didn't seem to be the princess of Hanzhong for a long time. In such a short period of time, he has already brought so much to Hanzhong. Big change?"

  Mayor Tie sneered and said: "This person is completely different from person to person. If someone had changed to become the owner of Hanzhong County, Hanzhong County might not have become what it is now in decades."

  Ying Zheng said in surprise: "Oh? Listening to Mayor Tie's tone, you seem to respect Mr. Shengping very much!"

   Mayor Tie shook his head and said: "It's not just me, you can go to any place in Hanzhong County to inquire about which family dares not respect Shengping Lord."

Speaking of this, Mayor Tie seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned his head to Ying Zheng to remind him: "By the way, it's fine if you say this in front of me, the old man, but don't say Sheng Ping in front of other people." Jun's bad words, otherwise be careful and get beaten."

  Hearing this, Ying Zheng couldn't help being happy: "Beating? Who will beat me?"

  Mayor Tie took a deep look at Yingzheng, and said: "Many people. In our town alone, more than half of the families have enshrined the tablet of Lord Shengping. You can do the math yourself."

"so much?"

  Hearing Mayor Tie's words, Ying Zheng couldn't help being stunned.

  Many people in Hanzhong County enshrined Mo Jun's tablet, Ying Zheng naturally knew about it, but he didn't expect there to be so many people.

"Many of them were newly added this winter. After all, if it weren't for the kindness of Lord Shengping, when this year's big cold just came, he would have given loans to poor families in Hanzhong and built new houses. This year's It’s a cold winter, how many people will die?”

   Ying Zheng couldn't help but frowned and said, "Lend a loan to build a house? Is this how all the new houses in Tieshi Town come from?"

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  (end of this chapter)