"Zhang Qing, when will this Bahe Bridge be passable?"

To the east of Leyouyuan, the cement road built here is broken, replaced by a large open space, on which are stacked like a hill of building materials, a cement bridge across the Bahe River is in full swing, the two banks of the Bahe River are planted everywhere with the wind rolling flags, there are thousands of prisoners and farmers are digging the bridge on both banks, there are hundreds of people in the center of the river are building cofferdams and pouring bridge piers, a pontoon bridge connects the two banks, and countless people are building scaffolding with bamboo and wood in the icy river water.

Qin Shi Huang's inspection convoy stopped on the bank of the river and called Zhang Cang, who was commanding here, over for careful questioning.

Because of the experience of building the Weihe Bridge, and the Bahe River is only a medium-sized tributary of the Weihe River, both the volume and width of the Weihe River are more than half smaller, so the volume of the Bahe Bridge is less than one-third of the Weihe Bridge, and only one pier is designed.

"Back to Your Majesty, now that the building materials are all ready, just wait for the bridge piers to meet the construction standards, the bridge body and bridge deck will be completed within two months, and it will definitely be able to be officially opened before the summer water rises!" Zhang Cang saluted and said.

"Okay, everything is up to Zhang Qing, pass on my message, and when the Bahe Bridge is completed, I will once again reward all the laborers who participated in the construction!" Qin Shi Huang was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Cang and a group of officials and craftsmen from the headquarters of the Bahe Bridge Project were all excited.

Since ancient times, the most difficult part of going out is not walking, but climbing mountains and wading through rivers.

Climbing the mountain is also good to say, this road is not passable and can also detour, at most it is to spend more time, but when you encounter a big river, that is a moat, especially for Qin Shi Huang, who must go out must be hundreds of carriages equipped with a team, crossing the river is the same as fighting, the river in some places has bridges, but most of the rivers are without bridges, can only look for shallows to wade across the river, autumn and winter water saving is shallow to say, the flood in midsummer is not at all, can only take a boat, and the river boats are very small, an ordinary carriage can not be done, Not to mention today's four-wheeled carriages, if there is no bridge, you can only stare dryly, it takes at least hundreds of people to cross the river to carry over, and it is common for prisoners and convicts to be washed away by water, so every emperor parade is not a fatal errand for the officials of the local county.

The cruises were constantly exchanged for cars, horses, boats, and boats, and countless people and prisoners were used, and the people's grievances were great.

But if concrete bridges are erected on all rivers and rivers in the future, and the river is crossed as if it were on the ground, there will be no such trouble.

So for Qin Shi Huang, building bridges was more important than building roads.

As long as all the bridges on the east-west road were completed, he could easily cruise his kingdom again and spread his majesty to the entire land of China.

And when Qin Da went out of the city to inspect Dongfang Dao in three or five days, our little marquis was also on his way back to Xianyang with his servants and guards.

Although there is often spring rain, but the so-called spring rain is as expensive as oil, in this one after another spring rain moistened, the mountains, rivers and fields are covered with spring color, new leaves and flowers are in full bloom, birds chirp along the way and the early spring scenery is just right.

Enjoying flowers in spring has always been the favorite thing of literati.

But for the people, craftsmen, craftsmen and peddlers and pawns of Daqin, there is no point in going out or anything, they have to seize the time to cultivate the land and sow seeds, and seize the time to earn money to support their families.

Therefore, on this return trip, Chen Xu enjoyed the spring while carefully inspecting along the hot Oriental Road under construction.

Met with the merchants of each lot, communicated with the construction team, and listened to various reports from the officials and supervisors who came and went.

Anyway, he is not in a hurry, his task this year is to repair this road.

Only by completing the task on time, in accordance with quality and quantity, can he roll up his sleeves and begin to implement his plan to transform Daqin in a big way.

As long as he had this path, Chen Xu believed that the emperor would be able to support his reform measures.

At the end of January, the two banks of the Wei River have been full of spring, the mountain flowers are full of green grass, the large wheat fields and wheat seedlings have been more than a foot high, undulating and swaying in the warm spring breeze, and the air is filled with a smell of grass and flowers, which is intoxicating.

In addition to the farmers who are busy ploughing in the farmland, the four city gates of Xianyang are busy with traffic every day, the two banks of the Wei River connected by the Weihe Bridge are very lively, the business travelers who come and go are like the tide, the carriages transporting goods are dozens and hundreds of meandering like a long dragon, many tall wooden and stone structure warehouses are rising from the ground on a huge open space at the west bridge head of the Weihe Bridge, and a huge goods trading market is slowly emerging in the embryonic form.

At the west gate of the city, a bus with the words "Newspaper House-College of Literature" quickly passed through the city gate under the traction of two healthy horses, and the words "Xianyang Metropolis Daily" were written in huge font on the body of the bus.

The carriage is sitting in the College of Literature and the newspaper to work in the scribes, weekdays between the College of Literature and Xianyang City, there is no car and horses is very inconvenient, but with the opening of the West Sixth Bus, everyone feels much more convenient, but the only regret is that the number of buses is not enough, only six lying a day, every time squeezed to break the head, but there is no way, even if the vehicle construction plant of Xianyang Bus Company is building vehicles day and night, but still can not keep up with the needs of the people of Xianyang, Nowadays, there are a total of 40 bus routes in Xianyang City, with two buses per route, which is completely unable to meet the demand.

The carriage was full of people, a few standing in the aisle holding on to the handrails, and many chatting with each other.

"In just one year, so-and-so is still like a dream!" A middle-aged scribe said with emotion as he looked at the scenery passing by outside the car window.

"Yes, in just one year, Xianyang has changed too much, and sometimes it doesn't feel real!" A scribe of about the same age next to him nodded.

"Don't say it's two, we all feel like this, as if Xianyang is like this early spring field, it comes alive in an instant, like a little lady in the cardamom years, every day she looks different...... a scribe next to him said with the same emotion.

"Haha, Brother Fei Ji is talking about the little lady's breasts, which are bulging day by day!" A scribe next to him laughed with a short beard.

"Yes and yes, Brother Dai described it exactly, in my opinion, today's Xianyang is like a beautiful little lady who wants to let go, day by day, it makes a certain feeling inexplicable, and he is unwilling to let go when he hugs and touches it!"

The scribe who had just spoken laughed, and everyone in the carriage immediately burst into laughter, and the atmosphere instantly became enthusiastic.

In the last row of the carriage, there was an old man with white hair, dressed in burlap clothes and a pair of glasses, looking down at a stack of manuscripts in his hand. ”

"Haha~~" The mood in the carriage was even higher.

"In the past, Lian Po was more than eighty years old and still boasted that he could eat rice and open a hard bow, how could Yuliang Gong say that he was old, and he should be strong when he was old, since Yuliang Gong was so interested, do you want to wait for me to invite you to go to the night street to play for a night, I heard that there are a few young ladies in Qiyuan...... "A scribe quipped.

"The little lady is easy to say, you must have a good chest, caress it, and smell the fragrance of flowers, otherwise Yuliang Gong will definitely not go!"

"Hahahaha~ What Brother Tai said is very true, there must be the breath of spring......" A burst of laughter broke out again in the carriage.

Obviously it was a car of scribes, but if Chen Xu saw it, he thought it was a car of hooligans.

"By the way, Yuliang Gong, what are the strategies worth seeing in this issue of the Hundred Schools' Forum?" A scribe asked with a smile.

"I hope you can take a good look at the content of this issue, among which the old man thinks there are three policy treatises that are very worth reading, one is a business treatise written by Yang Kun, the director of the Oriental Provincial Preparatory Administration, and a theory of the national situation written by Chen Ping, the general secretary of the newspaper, and a theory of matter written by Zhang Cang, vice president of the Academy of Sciences......

"Yuliang Gong, what the Academy of Sciences is studying is the art of Gewu, is this theory also a strategy for governing the country?"

From the last sensation in Xianyang's experiment of two copper balls landing at the same time, he put forward an unbelievable concept, that between the heaven and the earth we live in, there is a strange fixed force that affects everything we do all the time, even including the changes of heaven and earth and the operation of the stars in the universe......"

"Yulianggong, let's not talk about this unbelievable argument for now, but how does this theory of Gewu help to govern the country?" A scribe in his fifties with gray hair asked suspiciously.

"The core of the theory of things is to seek the Tao, and my Chinese sages have many descriptions and understandings of the Tao, but who else dares to speak up to the present? We have been bustling and abandoning the road for a long time, only drilling the horns of the bull in our own teachings, refuting the principles of other schools like a bar, and always thinking that what we have inherited is the right principle of heaven and earth, don't you know that we have already gone astray! An Yuliang shook his head.

The carriage, which was still bustling and laughing, instantly fell silent, and many people began to bow their heads in contemplation, although some people were disdainful, but there were many people whose faces became serious and serious.

Many people now know the meaning of the word Gongjing, and the fact that the disciples of various sects are not convinced by each other and look at each other is also the most real problem at present. Some people naturally know that their ideas may be wrong, but once they encounter someone who attacks their own doctrine, they naturally refuse to admit defeat, so they gather disciples to discuss and refute each other, trying to refute each other, but most of the time they are blushing and thick-necked attacking each other and insulting each other before continuing to drill the horns. (https:)

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