At noon the next day, the string of boats came from Jinshan Town downstream to Longyan South Gate Wharf.

More than 30 infrastructure workers from the senior staff stepped off the ship, and the core of this team was two crossers engaged in the project.

There is a division of labor between the two of them.

One of them will lead his men and migrant workers to build a pier outside the south gate. Considering that in the future, a large number of machinery, personnel and bulk cargo will be loaded and unloaded from here, so the terminal is to be vigorously expanded, not only to build a wooden pile passenger terminal, but also to build at least one rock steel freight terminal.

Another old man who had dug river sand was responsible for leading the migrant workers to dredge the river, and at the same time as they boarded the Longyan Wharf, Haidilao had already started operations in the Jiulong River downstream.

Water conservancy is a big issue.

Longyan is a mountainous area, and if you can't do water conservancy in the 17th century, you don't have to think about digging any mines. In this era, there were no national highways or highways to transport ore, and everything had to be transported by water.

The waterways of the Middle Ages were characterized by large volumes of water, but poor navigation conditions. Whenever you encounter some bend in the bend where the flow slows down, whether it is a river or a stream, there will always be some disgusting terrain such as shoals and sandbars.

In addition, some of the nail-to-reef in the river are also the enemy of boating.

In later generations, this was rare. The waterways of a certain infrastructure madness country are filled with all kinds of sand mining vessels, and the waterways have long been dug to the bottom, and the government is cracking down on illegal mining every day.

And Longyan in the 17th century was not so lucky. It will take a lot of time for Haidilao to dig all the way up from the Jiulong River, so the upstream Longyan also needs to start construction at the same time to use manpower to remove the roadblocks.

This project is still very urgent, now the larger ships can only stop in Jinshan Town downstream, and all the materials have to be reloaded into small boats to be transported to Longyan, and the transportation efficiency is too low.

Dredging the waterway is only an early task, and there is an even more difficult task to follow.

In this part of Fujian, there is continuous rain all year round, and there is no time to rest. This is especially true in the mountainous areas of western Fujian, where the rainfall is quite heavy.

Under such climatic conditions, the pristine mountain waterways are naturally prone to disasters, and flash floods and mudslides are continuous. Therefore, it is necessary to repair the reservoir, even if it is simply to regulate the amount of water, reduce disasters, and ensure the annual transportation of ore ships, but the reservoir does not need to be very large, it can be a series of small reservoirs.

Subsequent reservoir works will begin after the completion of the pier and dredging works. At that time, a large number of migrant workers who have been run-in in the early stage can come in handy.

In later generations, the Shanxi Reservoir was in the Longyan area, and no one knows how much the mountain topography changed in the 17th century, so the exploration work will be carried out after the bandit work is completed, and the bandits all over the land will not be able to repair the reservoir.

In short, the coming year 1629 is the "year of reservoir construction" in the crossing country. The traversers, who have the genes of infrastructure madness in their bones, not only want to build a reservoir in the foothills of western Fujian, but also build a reservoir in the upper reaches of the Tainan Plain.

The former guarantees industry, the latter agriculture guarantees.

There were also many camphor wood boxes and sacks that came with the ship. The box was filled with the original handicraft brought by Cao Chuan from later generations, and the sack was rice and salt.

The camphor wood box was quickly sent to the Tianhou Temple, and the sack was left at the dock. Today, a row of sheds will be erected on the docks, and the goods will soon be paid as wages in the future.

After getting their familiar guns, the soldiers quickly wiped their old buddies. Of course, according to the plan, these guns could not be revealed in front of the Ming people. And wait until the day they appear, that is, the day the bandit dog leads.

Lin Dajin squatted under the tree not far from the gate of the Tianhou Temple, scratching the lice on his head while staring intently at the gate of the Tianhou Temple.

At the gate, there were four soldiers with swords, spears and birds, with a straight posture, powerful and murderous.

These officers and soldiers, who suddenly arrived yesterday, brought endless talking points to the ancient, quiet Longyan County. In fact, many people don't think that they are officers and soldiers in green cardigans, trousers, and big scalp boots, and this strange outfit does not look like a Ming officer and soldier wearing a fat jacket.

It wasn't until the officers and petty officials of the county government released the government that through their mouths, people knew that this group of people was a subordinate of a general of Zhao'an on the sea, and was sent to Longyan to suppress the bandits.

That night, the story of "Water Margin" began to circulate in the mouths of the old masters, and the storytellers in the county town naturally followed the market trend, and began to urgently review the jokes between Fang La and Song Jiang.

Lin Dajin came to the gate of Tianhou Temple today, and the purpose was the old hen on the side.

In a basket made of thin bamboo strips, a fat old hen is closing her eyes and recuperating inside. After Lin Dajin was stunned and observed under the tree for half an hour, he finally gritted his teeth and stood up, carrying a bamboo basket, and walked towards the gate step by step.

The sentry guarding the gate soon noticed this ragged, short, dark, and honest-looking Mingren.

"What for?"

After hearing the question, Lin Dajin instinctively stopped, and then after a fierce ideological struggle, he cowered and took a few steps forward, then stretched out the bamboo basket in his hand and pointed at the old hen.

"Well, the pro-army"

Lin Dajin continued to stand there.

"Chicken Seller"

Lin Dajin nodded.

"Yes, yes, it seems that the people of Longyan still have a vision." After the squad leader on duty joked with a smile, he ordered a sentry to take Lin Dajin to the side door.

Lin Dajin, the partial gate of Tianhou Temple, naturally knows that the residents of Longyan County, regardless of men, women and children, have all been to Tianhou Palace, and the terrain is familiar.

There are also sentinels at the side gates. After entering the side door, there is a row of side rooms on the opposite side of the aisle. Now this row of wings has been transformed into a kitchen and canteen, and when Lin Dajin came to the kitchen door, several people walked out of it when they heard the sound.

These people include a cook wearing a white apron and a kitchen knife in his hand, and Wei Yuan holding a chicken leg and gnawing on it fragrantly.

Although he had seen Wei Yuan's shadow on the dock yesterday, Lin Dajin, who was only 1.6 meters tall, was suddenly frightened after coming into close contact with this giant spirit god.

"Don't be afraid, it's here to sell chickens, hehe, this is still the first one, fellow, what's your name?"

"Master, my name is Lin Dajin."

"Well, that's a good name, and it makes sense. Don't be afraid, we buy things here for money. ”

After Wei Yuan finished speaking, he motioned to the cook to collect the chickens, and then sent someone to call the secretary to come and give money.

After taking out his mobile phone and calling up the "Price Guide for Various Regions of the Ming Kingdom" issued by the Logistics Department, Wei Yuan instructed the secretary general who rushed to give Lin Dajin 5 points of silver.

The guide is for Wei Yuan, a force like them who is deep behind enemy lines and has no local price information. The benchmark price above is written with reference to some historical data, such as the old hen, and the miscellaneous records of the Wan Department during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty recorded that the price of live fat chickens was 4 cents of silver.

Considering that Longyan is a mountainous area, the price of the old hen will definitely not be higher than the 4 cents of silver in the city, so Wei Yuan calculated 5 cents of silver for this chicken.

Facts have proved that 5 cents of silver must be higher than the price of the local old hen, because when Lin Dajin bit the white broken silver in his mouth, he suddenly turned around and ran away

And Wei Yuan and the others watched in astonishment as Lin Dajin ran out of the door, and couldn't help laughing.

It's not over yet.

It didn't take long for Lin Dajin to come back breathlessly, this time he was carrying a back basket, and in it were 5 old hens.

"Look, look, what this society has made the peasants bī), and you have to try to sell a chicken first." Wei Yuan watched with satisfaction as the secretary settled the accounts for Lin Dajin, and at the same time, he did not forget to do ideological work for his subordinates, "You say, are the ordinary people of the senior staff so afraid of soldiers?"

"There is no one who is afraid, but there are a lot of people who cheat us for money." As soon as they heard this topic, the soldiers immediately began to complain.

"That is, every month, the shop on Chihkan Avenue will be discounted again."

"Is it good to raise the price first and then discount, but the shop of Boss Ma's house is the worst, it seems that there are many activities, but in fact, there is no discount."

"One pass cāo) is as fierce as a tiger, and at the end of the day the discount is two cents and five."

Lin Dajin listened to these deputy masters say things he didn't understand, and happily got the silver for 5 chickens. After getting the silver this time, not only did he not run, but he also knelt down and kowtowed to Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan looked at this honest peasant with a simple face and even a speech, and couldn't help but sigh. Then he told Lin Dajin that in the future, he could go to nearby villages to collect some vegetables and live poultry, and then pick them here to sell.

Lin Dajin gratefully carried the bamboo basket and left.

After this day, Lin Dajin really started the road of a vegetable seller, collected some chickens, ducks, live poultry and vegetables from the surrounding villages every day, and then sold them to Tianhou Temple.

Lin Dajin's fate is just a small wave, and not many people pay attention to it. With the arrival of the Red Gun Battalion, Longyan, a peaceful small county town, can no longer go back to the previous tranquility of unprecedented events, which will continue to expand the brains of the Ming people, and the ancient city on the road of industrialization is becoming more and more noisy and prosperous day by day.

On the fifth day of Wei Yuan's arrival in Longyan, hundreds of migrant workers from Jinshan Town opened the eyes of the locals again.

A boiler was carried from Jinshan to Longyan by these migrant workers.

The migrant workers used wooden stakes along the way, carried and pulled by manpower, and on the mountain road of less than 80 miles, hundreds of people walked for three days before carrying this "big iron box" to Longyan County.

The moment the boiler was lifted to the gate of Tianhou Palace, most of the people in the county poured out to see the trouble, and for a while, there was a crowd of people in front of the gate of Tianhou Palace, and in the end, Wei Yuan had to send a large number of soldiers with knives and guns to maintain order The content of the chapter is trying to recover, please visit again later.