- There is a limit to the number of soldiers who can defend Kyoto, and although there are about 50,000 garrisons in Kyoto, only about 10,000 are stationed in the inner castle. The remaining 40,000 soldiers were stationed in a camp ten miles away from the outer city, as a garrison on the outskirts of the city, and at any time at the command of the inner city army, and the 10,000 men in the inner city and the 40,000 men in the outer city reserve army would be moved to each other on a regular basis.

The arrangement of these soldiers is something that even the civilians of Kyoto know.

In addition to the 10,000 soldiers stationed in the castle tower, there are about 3,000 foot soldiers in Kyoto Prefecture, about 5,000 elite soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army belonging to the emperor's own soldiers, and there are about 100 people in the Yulin Guard, that is, the Ouchi masters who often accompany the royal family's relatives, plus more than 100 Beijing officials in Beijing who raise the courtyard guards, if there is a war, the imperial capital can mobilize more than 20,000 soldiers to participate in the war as quickly as possible.

But this is a wartime affair, and in peacetime, these armed personnel, whether with official military status or reserve military status, must perform their duties and spread out to maintain the daily order and security affairs of the inner city, but there is really no spare manpower.

Regarding the number arrangement pattern of the garrison, Mo Ye, who has been mixed in Lizheng Academy for five years, naturally understands the mystery, most of them can understand this kind of thing, but they can't talk too loudly.

Ye Nuonuo was naturally familiar with this kind of thing, but he was negligent for a while just now, and Ruan Luo reminded him, and immediately came back to his senses, grinning a little embarrassed.

Mo Ye pondered for a moment and then sighed again: Nuo Nuo has a sentence that is right, if these two monsters are not governed, it will be difficult for Nancheng to become rich.

Maybe there will be a chance to fix these in the future. Ruan Luo pondered for a while and then said: In fact, Kyoto's castle expansion thirteen years ago surrounded this lake. It can be regarded as a great thing for the benefit of the people. The bamboo forest on the other side of the lake was originally a muddy swamp, and countless people were 'swallowed', but the old siege was pushed and expanded, and most of the stones were used again, and the rest of the scraps were used to fill the swamp. This is the flat land and a large area of green bamboo, otherwise in the past ten years, I don't know how many people will die in it.

Hearing Ruan Luo explain so much, Ye Nuonuo suddenly muttered in a low voice: I heard people say that this place is also called the Spirit Ruins, and the junction of the yang and the underworld is torn open here, so that the living will be swallowed out of thin air.

Mo Ye smiled when he heard this: This belongs to a geological feature, since there are towering peaks on the ground, there will also be sinking pits. The shape of a swamp is like a honeycomb on the ground. Rows of dents are filled with rotting mud, obstructing one's view to make people unsuspecting to step on it. The ground under our feet is not necessarily flat, and sometimes we are stumped because of this, but the rugged terrain of the swamp is even more unusual.

Ruan Luo remembered that she often read the pile of books left by Wang Zhe carefully, so she smiled and said: Ye Mei is reasonable.

Yenono was a medical student. Originally, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods. It's only because the lake is too wide, and the green water seems to reflect people's faces a little green, so I think of those rumors and say this.

Since she saw that the two people in her company didn't take this kind of thing to heart, she also threw away the faint fear in her heart, and then calmly and objectively remembered something, so she took Ruan Luo's hand and asked: Since the swamp is filled with urban construction waste, why can't the lake be filled in. There happens to be such a big pile of waste next to it, and the vacant land created by filling in the lake can be used to build a house, regardless of what kind of mess is pressed underneath it.

Ruan Luo looked sideways at Ye Nuonuo. Wen Yan said: When filling in the swamp, the Ministry of Industry had already sent people to measure the lake, and if you want to fill it up, the pile on the side is far from enough. And this idea needs to be implemented carefully, because if the waste enters the water, it may plunge the entire Nancheng air into a foul smell again, and if you are not completely sure, you will not be able to move.

Ye Nuonuo's face became worried, and he sighed: It turns out that this method has already been thought of.

Mo Ye couldn't help laughing and said: Just you, an eleven-year-old girl, can you surpass the big group of talented people in the court in terms of resourcefulness? The numbers are not equal, so you might as well think about our trip to the Foggy Mountains.

Ye Nuonuo said disapprerovitically: It is undeniable that you have a point, but this does not stop my personal thoughts. Imagine that there are tens of thousands of people in Kyoto, and everyone is thinking of a way to do this, and it may not be worse than those hundreds of officials.

Ruan Luo quickly nodded again and smiled: The promise is reasonable.

However, without waiting for Ye Nuonuo to be able to rejoice for a while after getting the praise, Ruan Luo said again: Although everyone's plan is good, for the transformation and construction of this lake, this method has also failed. Most people's idea is the same as Nono's, which is to fill the lake with garbage mountains, but judging from the number of measurements, this is certainly not possible.

It turned out that the imperial court had even thought about this method and had done it.

Ye Nono didn't speak again, just smacked his tongue.

Mo Ye heard another piece of information from Ruan Luo's words, and immediately said: It seems that although this lake has not been improved at present, the national dynasty has not had a lot of intentions for this lake.

Ruan Luo nodded and said: This lake has a mixed reputation, its water storage capacity is very good, the rainy season does not matter, in the dry season with little rain, the height of the lake rarely falls. If there is a way to clear the water quality, it will not only benefit the people's daily needs, but also help in times of war. In fact, if it weren't for the time when there was nothing to be done, the idea of the imperial court should be to renovate and fill in this lake.

Walking along the long shore of the lake, the talk about the lake will come to an end when the shoreline is almost over.

Looking at the sky above the lake again, Mo Ye's heart moved, and he sighed: If this lake is cured, Nancheng will become rich, and the speed should exceed that of the other three urban districts.

Ruan Luo agreed: Abundant water nourishes a qiē.

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As they walked, the three of them said that the reason why they would talk about the poverty of Nancheng when they mentioned this lake was because the unknown lake occupied most of the area of Nancheng, and the houses built around the lake were all dilapidated.

Obviously, no one with a little background in the family would be willing to settle their home in this lake covered with a ghost hat. Even without the rumors, this large green lake looks terrifying, as if even the bright sunlight has been absorbed by it, and it must be even more permeable when the sun fades in the evening.

Fortunately, the shoreline of the lake came to an end, and it was very close to the gate of the southern city, and the three of them talked all the way, but they didn't think that this road was too long-