Guan Zhuofan has not thought about the transformation and construction of modern cities, in fact, he is already working on relevant "pilots". He carved out a piece of land between the city of Tianjin and the military camp of Xiaozhan District, on which the roads, water supply and drainage, greening and buildings completely imitated the pattern of modern European towns, which is not only a "model" for the future development of Tianjin, but also a "satellite city" of Tianjin.

However, after all, it is only a "pilot", so far, the input is far greater than the output, and within three years and five years, I am afraid that there will be no very obvious economic benefits.

However, Libin's mention yì is very different!

The renovation and expansion of Shanghai's "old city" has immediate!

"Demolition and construction" -- ah no, I should say, hehe, this "infrastructure construction" is the strength of the time and space I traveled through! That is, why do you always want to call the concession to do this? Why can't I do it myself? Shanghai is a modern city, so why not start now?

Industrialization is inevitably accompanied by urbanization, and the first step of China's industrialization has been taken out, and urbanization should naturally keep up.

The success of "Fu Ya Yuan" has proved from a small side that it is indeed time for Shanghai to transform into a modern city.

In this era, the scale of Shanghai County is still limited, and it is a vast world with great achievements!

In this process, your real estate career will also be more "promising".

Don't know how to do urban planning and design? Invite foreign consultants and designers -- just like the "pilot" town in Tianjin. Other than that. Construction and development of the concession. It is a good object of learning and reference in itself.

Of course. While the returns on infrastructure are high, a large upfront investment is required.

This fundraising is a thing.

Seeing the change in Guan Zhuofan's face, Libin didn't speak, and couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy in his heart. After thinking about it, he pondered and said: "Lord Wang, I think so: we can make a lot of money by buying land and building houses in the concession. Of course, it's a great thing, and we must do it! However, buying land and building houses from other people, in the end, is a field for others, and the court will not see any benefits; But if we are like foreigners, we will pick up our own land, and this benefit will be visible to the imperial court, and the time will come. This...... Isn't it all the work of the prince's finger drawing strategy? ”

After speaking, there was a pause. He also said: "This is all my cranky thinking for a while, if you say it is wrong, please teach the prince a lesson." ”

"Huh? Oh no! ”

Guan Zhuofan was stunned for a moment and said, "Mr. Li, what you said is very right! And a gentleman loves people with virtue, I feel it so much! This matter has been decided - we are going to build a big construction project in Shanghai next! Well, before I go back to Beijing, call Zhao Zhusheng and the following people, and let's have a good meeting! ”

Libin didn't expect that Guan Zhuofan would accept his mention in an instant, and the evaluation was so high, he couldn't help but be very excited, and was about to say something, Guan Zhuofan spoke again: "However, there is one thing you said that is wrong - 'the field of praising others'." Mr. Li, we are buying land and building houses in the concession, not to support foreigners, but to support our own! ”

After a pause, the corners of Guan Zhuofan's mouth showed a cruel smile: "You see, this concession, sooner or later, I will take it back-you must see it!" At that time, every inch of land in the concession will be our own Chinese -- if I build a house on my own land, how can it be called a 'field for holding people's houses'? ”

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At night, the king of Xuanjun stayed in the room of Yang Fang Fujin.

Guan Zhuofan entered the house, Yang Wan'er greeted him, and just called "Wang Ye", he heard a crisp and crisp "ding dong", when Guan Zhuofan turned his head to look, he found that the sound came from a gilded self-striking bell on the blue yarn cupboard.

At this sound, the mechanism on the bell opened, and a small figure carved from ivory stood out, with curly hair, naked, with wings on its back, and a bow and arrows in its hands. Immediately afterwards, the self-striking bell "dang, dang, dang, dang" rang ten times in a row.

Then the little man went back the way he came, and the mechanism on the bell was closed again.

Guan Zhuofan and Yang Wan'er both laughed.

"This chiming bell," said Kwan Zhuofan, "is the one that Mrs. Lincoln gave you?" ”

"Yes," Yang Wan'er said with a smile, "Before going to bed every day, you have to remember to turn off its mechanism, otherwise it will wake you up nine times out of ten." When you wake up in the morning, you have to remember to turn on the mechanism, which is troublesome enough. ”

Guan Zhuofan smiled slightly, and said in his heart: It's so troublesome, you still put it in a conspicuous place on the top of the house?

When he was in the United States, after the surrender of the Confederate Army, Kwan Zhuofan was invited by President Lincoln to go to Washington to participate in the military parade. was also invited by Yang Wan'er, who was accompanied as a "Duchess" at that time.

Kwan Zhuofan arrived in Washington, D.C., where President Lincoln was extremely courteous, and First Lady Mary. Lincoln invited the "Duke and his wife" to a banquet at the White House, and after the feast, he invited the "Duke and his wife" to stay in the "Queen's Bedroom" in the White House.

It was on that night that Guan Zhuofan and Yang Waner became husband and wife.

Mary. Lincoln left an excellent impression on Yang Wan'er, and the friendship between the two began from this. After Yang Wan'er returned to China, they exchanged letters and greetings with each other across the ocean.

This time, the "American delegation to China" came to China, and in addition to the regular national gift, the Lincolns also had gifts for the "Duke and his wife" that year. Lincoln's gift to Kwan Zhuofan was a silver-handled dagger. What Lincoln gave to Yang Wan'er was this small gilt chiming bell.

Moving qi and nourishing the body, now in Yang Wan'er's eyes, this self-striking bell is no longer very rare and valuable. However, the identity of the giver is different! Put it in China, Mary. Lincoln's role is not equivalent to our two queen mothers? Moreover, this is a "gift", not a "reward"! Therefore, in her mind, when it comes to "rare and precious", the room is full of jewels and jades, but there is no second thing that can compare with this little chiming bell.

"My lord, the president's wife said in the letter that when President Lincoln leaves office next year, she will ask the president to accompany her to visit China...... You, uh, you say ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Guan Zhuofan with a smile: "Why are you visiting me?" Mrs. Lincoln's exact words must have meant that she had come to visit you. ”

Yang Wan'er's face flushed slightly, and she said, "Mrs. Lincoln said that she came to visit me, didn't she say kind words for the sake of the prince's face?" I mean, well, when President Lincoln leaves office, it's really going to be country by country...... Is it like this? ”

Mrs. Lincoln's words were not false politeness. The president has friends with the president, and the president's wife has friends with the president's wife, and Mrs. Lincoln really treats you as a friend -- and she doesn't need to look at me. ”

Yang Wan'er's big eyes were shining.

"As for whether President Lincoln will walk through one country after he leaves office -- well, it will. After leaving office, he was relaxed, traveled around the world, and traveled well, how freehand? Besides, even if he is no longer president, his prestige will not be lost, and no matter which country he goes to, he will still be treated as a state guest. ”

"Ah, that's a good place to be! Our emperor, but ......"

The three words "can't compare", just about to be exported, Yang Wan'er felt that it was inappropriate, pursed her lips and smiled, and swallowed it back.

Guan Zhuofan thought, naturally it can't be compared. Not to mention anything else, the one we "above" can't "step down" -- if we really "step down", we still have it?!

After going to bed, there is naturally a couple of things, which does not need to be detailed.

In the darkness, the wheezing gradually subsided.

"Lord Wang, there is one thing, I ask for you."

"The two of us, we can't talk about asking for it or not, you can say it."

"After you return to Beijing, I want to go to Jiangyin and give my grandfather a grave."

Guan Zhuofan's heart was like lightning, and the past from a few years ago suddenly came to his heart.

The rain poured down, and in the ancient shrine of Jiangyin Shashan, a thin old man, wielding a long-handled wooden "big knife", roared angrily: "This is the spiritual seat of Yan Yingyuan, the general of the Great Ming God, and the Manchurians are not allowed to approach!" ”

Lightning.

Before that, he also recited a few lines of poetry like a play, what is it?

I remembered: "Eighty days with allegiance, the seventeenth dynasty of Taizu; 100,000 people died with one heart and left 300 miles of rivers and mountains in the Ming Dynasty. ”

Two hundred and twenty-one years ago, on the day of the destruction of Jiangyin City, Yan Yingyuan, the god of the ancient ancestral hall, wrote a desperate couplet on the city gate.

There is also a poem on the wall of the ancient ancestral hall:

The rot and white bones are all over the field, and the lonely city of ten thousand deaths is not willing to surrender. Message to passers-by to cover their noses, the living are not as fragrant as the dead.

Seeing that Guan Zhuofan had not spoken for a long time, Yang Wan'er felt slightly uneasy in her heart, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it inappropriate?" If it's not appropriate, I'll ......"

"No, no!" Guan Zhuofan tried hard to suppress his agitation, and said in a calm tone as much as possible, "What's wrong?" I thought, originally, I should have accompanied you across Jiangyin and kowtowed in front of the old man's grave, but ...... Alas, I really can't leave! ”

Yang Wan'er was shocked and said, "The prince said so, grandpa can't afford to be a ......."

"What's not to blame? The two of us are husband and wife, your grandfather is naturally my grandfather! I should have kowtowed to the old man! In this way, this time, you have done the salute, and I will salute my grandfather again, and in the future, I will definitely find an opportunity to accompany you to the grave of your grandfather in person! ”

Yang Wan'er lay tightly on her husband's chest, and Guan Zhuofan clearly felt that the woman's tears were flowing down.

That night, after Yang Wan'er fell asleep, Guan Zhuofan's eyes were still bright.

On the top of the dark tent, such a picture vaguely appeared: at the head of Jiangyin City, the bright moon was hanging high, and countless Jiangyin children, eating pulp in a pot, drank relatively bitterly, and sang loudly: "Yixing people, a gun." Wuxi people, a group of incense. Jiangyin people, fighting for 80 days, would rather die than surrender. ”

Outside the city, there is a Qing army camp tent that cannot be seen at a glance.

Guan Zhuofan's tears slipped down silently.

*(To be continued......)