It's February in a blink of an eye, and ordinary people have to eat "drum pouting", that is, hand-rolled noodles, commonly known as "top door sticks", eat top door sticks, hold the door up, evil spirits do not enter, and the whole year is peaceful. Since last night, there have been horse-drawn carriages to deliver flour outside the city, and many of them can't help wiping their tears when they see it, they have long forgotten this custom, even if they remember who dares to hope for it, but some people think of it, and everyone's heart is warm. Thousands of women worked together to roll noodles with noodles, and worked from midnight to dawn, finally making noodles for more than 10,000 people. The water in the pot on that side was already boiling, and the most unbelievable thing was that there were a few bones in each pot, boiling over high heat, and the soup was tinged with a faint white, and the aroma was fragrant. The children stared blankly, saliva flowing to their feet. When it was finally time to start the meal, the noodles were put into the pot and a lot of green vegetable leaves were sprinkled, and they were cooked in a short time. People lined up in a neat line, looking forward to it. When the hot noodles are poured into the bowl, the eyes of men, women and children are red. Take a sip of piping hot soup and eat a bite of smooth noodles, and you'll be in paradise. The aroma of noodles wafted far onto the main road and into the city. The curious merchants and the common people all crossed their feet to watch, and their eyes fell to the ground. "God, is this a homeless person, how can you eat better than my family!" "Damn, I didn't eat it for the New Year!" "Who is such a loser, eating noodles for the homeless, and he will not live!" Faced with a wail, looking at a pair of envious, jealous and hateful eyes, the homeless people were unprecedentedly satisfied, and they couldn't help but puff up their chests and regain the glory of being a man.

Everyone was well fed, the women were tidying up, the bears and children were running and frolicking energetically, and the old people were sitting peacefully, enjoying the rising sun.

As for the young and strong man, he cheered up ten thousand times the spirit, strutted his head, and marched towards the Yantietang Canal. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and the real hard work has just begun.

A few days ago, they were broken up and divided into construction teams of 100 people, equipped with shovels, hemp rope, flat poles, bamboo baskets, and other tools. Each team selects a captain and ten squad leaders, who are responsible for directing and deploying. In addition, there were two men and a government official to serve as overseers.

Zhao Putou, Ning'er, and Li Xiancheng, who were in charge, distributed the ten-mile-long canal in accordance with Tang Yi's regulations, and each construction team was responsible for a section. Everything is in order, and there will never be a situation where someone is tired half to death, and someone is lazy and slippery.

After everyone was in place, with Ye Sheng's order, the construction officially began.

The old road of the Yellow River has been abandoned for a long time, full of silt, overgrown with barren grass and trees, and thick fallen leaves on the ground. Put a torch on it and burn it off, and then start cleaning up. Those with shovels rushed forward, loading dead branches, leaves, soil, sand and gravel into bamboo baskets, and some people fell on their backs in the pointing position. Over and over again, the efficiency is amazing, and the old canal gradually reveals its original appearance. Standing on a high place, it looks like a swarm of ants, working non-stop. Bao Xianling, Sima Guang, Fan Zhongyan, Du Lahe, and of course Zhou Jun are all watching attentively. Zhou Jun was the first to clap his hands and laugh: "I'm afraid there are five or six thousand people, like an arm command, it's really amazing!" Bao Xianling also kept nodding: "That's right, Ye Xian's nephew is really a talent, I think such a division of labor, how can there be some taste of the art of war, Mr. Fan, what do you say?" Fan Zhongyan bowed slightly, although he was reserved on the surface, he was not too happy in his heart. I remember that a few months ago, he taught Ye Sheng the art of war, which made this kid half angry. Ye Sheng said that the art of war in the past dynasties was all about strategy, not military training, and they all wanted to learn Zhuge Liang's lupine scarf, and they all disappeared when they talked and laughed - it was nonsense at all. There is nothing fancy about fighting a war, that is, more soldiers are better than fewer soldiers, soldiers are better than weak soldiers, accurate intelligence is better than vague, most wars are crushing, rather than hollowing out their minds to devise clever schemes, it is better to reorganize the army in a down-to-earth manner, meet the enemy with a dignified array, and be invincible and invincible.

Fan Zhongyan almost vomited blood and died of depression! However, he was magnanimous after all, and he knew that he was doing it behind closed doors, so he didn't blame Ye Sheng. Witnessing the construction of these refugees today, Fan Zhongyan seemed to have an understanding in his heart. The same group of people, as long as they are properly arranged and well-trained, can exponentially burst out of strength.

Take the construction in front of us as an example, it took most of the day to clear out the ten-mile river, which was absolutely impossible to do without three or five days in the past. By extension, the army is carefully divided, and the pikemen, firecrackers, and sword and shield men perform their duties and cooperate with each other, and the combat effectiveness of the outbreak will also be increased several times.

Not to mention Fan Zhongyan's emotion, Zhou Jun looked at it for a long time, and was very happy when he saw the rapid construction at first, but gradually calmed down, and finally shook his head.

"Ye Xiaoxianggong, although your method is good, but the most difficult thing to clean up in the old canal is the silted big stones, hundreds of catties of stones are buried in the silt, and the difficulty of excavation is unimaginable. I thought you still wouldn't be able to build the salt iron pond in half a year! ”

Half!

Listening to the ears of Fan Zhongyan, Bao Xianling and others, it was simply a thunderclap, and it exploded violently.

What are you kidding, the two-hundred-mile canal, it is good to be able to repair it in two or three years, but if you want to repair it in half a year, you are just a fool's dream! Tang Yi shook his head lightly: "How dare I joke, as the saying goes, the night is long and there are many dreams,

Half a year still said that I would try to build the canal before the peach blossom flood in May

Zhao Putou took off his shirtlessness and led a team of refugees to swing shovels, and a diversion canal was quickly dug out, and the clear water of the Liu River quickly flowed into the old road of Yantietang. As the vegetation and debris on the surface of the ground were cleared, the mud and sand where the river passed were quickly carried away, and the large rocks located in the river were revealed one by one.

The erosion was almost done, and Zhao Putou commanded the people to re-plug the gap.

At this moment, several groups of refugees came running with tall wooden shelves, fixed them by the river, and installed several sets of pulleys on top of the wooden frames, from which strong hemp ropes hung down. The refugees tied the stones with hemp ropes, and some people on the other side shook the rollers as if they were carrying water from a well, and the big stones were grabbed out.

Not to mention the people who witnessed this shocking scene, even the refugees who were working were stunned, they never thought that the work could be so easy, it was like a trick. With wooden frames and pulleys, they all became strong men one by one, and things that they couldn't even think of before were done in the blink of an eye.

The big guys were boiling and energetic, and almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, the canal was re-dug and a wide river channel appeared in front of everyone.

Zhou Jun looked in his eyes, and in his eyes, the brilliance was shining and his spirit was flying. Tang Yi didn't say anything big, with this construction method, he could dig out about three miles of canals in a day, even if other projects were added, before the Dragon Boat Festival, the Mengjin section was by no means an empty word.

The Grand Canal is becoming more and more busy and crowded, and some cargo ships have even been delayed for ten days and a half months, and mildew and deterioration occur from time to time.

"Mr. Ye, 300,000 taels, plus 20,000 stone of grain, I'm out. Zhou Jun said decisively.