"Fang Xiang has been to Wangjia Village, you say, what would happen if the entire people of Guanzhong lived a life like Wangjia Village?" Yang Lin asked unhurriedly.

"It is the image of Dazhi, if Guanzhong is everywhere like Wangjia Village, the foundation of the Tang Dynasty is so solid that it will be difficult to shake it for thousands of years." Fang Xuanling has always been very nostalgic for the shocking feeling of first arriving in Wangjia Village, and thinks that the ideal Dazhi is nothing more than that.

"The case of Wangjia Village proves that reasonable and unified planning, high-end planting and other technologies are beneficial to the people, and the villagers of Wangjia have built their new homes with extremely efficient labor, and the value of the output of thousands of acres of medicinal fields is enough for the villagers of Wangjia to eat and drink for three years." Yang Lin's words hooked the three most powerful people in the Tang Dynasty almost out of the body, but he just likes to hang on to other people's appetites, and he is unwilling to say how to do it in such a way.

"Let's talk about how to solve the problem of feeding millions of people." The eldest grandson Wuji was impatient.

"The grain of the Tang Dynasty is in the hands of several types of people, the first is the vassal king, they not only enjoy the output of the fiefdom, but also enjoy the Lu rice of the imperial court, and the fief of the vassal king is basically not in Guanzhong, which means that there is no disaster at all, so the country is in a catastrophe, and the vassal king should reduce his clothes and food, and the court can at least save hundreds of thousands of stone grain from the Lu rice of the vassal king.

The second is the nobles, who also have their own fiefs, some of which have been afflicted and some of which have not, and they can be divided according to the area where the fief is located, and they can be asked to donate grain, and those who donate more grain will be counted as great meritorious, and their majesty or knighthood, or official position, shall be given a rich reward as appropriate, believing that the rice and grain they will receive will not be less than that saved from the vassals.

The third category is the wealthy businessmen of the family, they are the potential of the largest force in the Tang Dynasty, the family has a deep heritage, the fields are not less than the nobles, the rich businessmen hoard, the drought in Guanzhong they have already heard of it, I am afraid that the grain in their hands will be very amazing, especially in the Jiangnan region, if His Majesty releases the wind, saying that donating a certain amount of rice grain can get the official position or title rewarded by the imperial court, I believe that these children of the family and the rich chamber of commerce are very interested, and when the time comes, they will bring a lot of rice grain to His Majesty Xià to ask for reward, so, It is no longer a problem for His Majesty to raise millions of stone of grain, and furthermore, His Majesty can make Feng An, the chief of Lingnan, the hereditary prince of the country, and the eldest son the prince, so that he can go to Jiaozhi to purchase 500,000 stone of grain, and escort the prince into Beijing, then the danger of drought and rice grain can be solved. ”

Yang Lin said a lot of paragraphs in one breath, each paragraph made Li Er's eyes shine, and as soon as he finished talking about these articles, Li Er suddenly felt that the drought was not a big deal.

"Okay, good, my Datang has this son, it's really a blessing." Li Er rubbed his hands excitedly, pacing back and forth in front of the case, and the cloud-like mist was instantly dispelled by the little fairy in front of him, and the eldest grandson Wuji, who had never dealt with Yanglin, looked at this seven-year-old child with demonic eyes, as for Fang Xuanling, it was no longer strange, how could a seven-year-old child from an ordinary family know how many classes there were in the world, and who the Lingnan chief was, only the immortal means could explain it.

"Your Majesty is happy now, I'm afraid it's still too early, the drought may not pass next year, it is very likely to last until the year after, and there will be concurrent locust plagues, plagues, etc., to solve the problem of eating this year, in fact, it is only a small step." Yang Lin has already said a lot before, but he hasn't finished talking yet, pouring a basin of cold water on Li Er's head who is on the rise, so that he can eat and be sober and sober, which is what Yang Lin is happy to see.

"Then why do you conclude that the drought will continue into the following year? Will the plague of locusts break out? Li Er felt that it was too arbitrary to assert that the disaster would occur two years later, and retorted.

"Can Lao Tzu say that he has read history books!" Yang Lin said secretly in his heart, but he can't say that, not to mention that the drought will indeed continue to the third year of Zhenguan, and the huge military disaster of the rebellion of the Western Turkic Jieli Khan in the second year of Zhenguan is not something that this group of ordinary people who have just suffered from the drought can afford, of course, if Yang Lin even knows this, he must first admit that he has the ability to be an unpredictable prophet.

"Even if there is no disaster in the year after tomorrow, Your Majesty will continue to requisition the same amount of food according to the plan I proposed earlier, because I have no intention of putting more than one million people back, in fact, the drought brings more than just food problems, I believe that the winter in Chang'an City, even if it does not snow, can freeze to death, and there are many, many people, if Your Majesty does not start the other plan I said, most of these people will not live next year." Yang Lin threw out the question again, and hung up the appetite of Li Er and the others again.

"Is that what you call post-crisis opportunity? Come on. Li Er heard the rise and swept up his wide sleeved robe.

"As I said before, the reason why Wangjia Village can become rich in a short period of time is because they have an efficient labor force, millions of victims go to Chang'an, and His Majesty has to provide them with food and shelter to help them tide over the crisis, and these millions of labor force are not in vain, and the white food of His Majesty can not be eaten for free, so after these disaster victims enter Beijing, His Majesty must immediately embark on a major project to use their labor force.

My construction is to open a hundred-zhang wide river, connecting Weishui to the moat north of Chang'an City, and at the same time open a hundred-zhang wide river, connecting Bashui to the moat south of Chang'an City, and at the same time widen the moat to more than 100 zhang wide, open the sediment of the river for building embankments, burn bricks and tiles, and build houses for these victims along both banks of the Changjiang River. Let all the grains and goods be conveniently transported by water, with this river of life, the subsequent transportation of grain and grass to Chang'an can save a lot of time. ”

After talking so much, Yang Lin paused slightly, and he still needed to give Li Er and the three of them a little time to imagine what it would be like for the hundred-zhang-wide river connecting Weishui and Bashui, and what it would be like for the hundred-zhang-wide moat to surround Chang'an City.

"Your heart is really big enough, such a huge project involves too many faces, just the fields of the river, is tens of thousands of acres, and there are villages where the river may pass, and the people have to face the problem of demolition, as far as I know, there are tens of thousands of people living outside Chang'an City, if the moat is widened to more than 100 zhang, the houses they live in will be demolished, which may affect the stability of the entire Chang'an City." Li Er was obviously a little moved by the idea put forward by Yang Lin, but the eldest grandson Wuji, who was the head of the household department, raised the question of people's livelihood.

"This is a systematic project, if it weren't for the fact that Chang'an City is too small to accommodate millions of people, I wouldn't have thought of this difficult plan to implement." Yang Lin said helplessly.

"Chang'an City is too small?" Li Er doesn't like to hear this sentence, Chang'an City can be described as the first male city in the world, with a resident population of more than 600,000, and some people actually say that Chang'an City is too small.

"Of course small, how big a person's heart is, how big the world is, in my opinion, the capital of a big empire, at least a few million people have to look like it, this more than 100 miles of the river of life, in fact, is just a small river through the city in the future, a hundred years later, Chang'an City, must be north of Weishui, south to Bashui."

What are you kidding, in the later metropolises such as Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, Guangzhou, etc., that city is not tens of millions of people, and you have to run for hours to drive a car! There are more than 600,000 people, which is not as many as a small county town in later generations.

Li Er's heart was trembling, 'How big a person's heart is, how big is heaven and earth', this sentence is so good, Li Er, who was already very supportive of this plan, slapped the table and shouted: "It's done." ”

Yang Lin smiled on his face, and said: "Your Majesty is majestic and strategic, this little thing must be difficult for Your Majesty, and then, the kid will talk about the overall plan in his heart, and it will be easy to use it as a reference when His Majesty assigns orders." ”

Yanglin's overall plan has been talked about from the afternoon to the dark, until everyone's stomachs began to growl, and the main content is the preliminary resettlement of the victims, and the demolition and relocation of the people along the way, which needs to be personally supervised by the imperial court, and Li Er even appointed candidates one by one.

The second is the tools needed to open the river, which need to be built quickly, and here Yanglin also proposed the application of many new tools, so that Li Er would later send the attendant to Mr. Gu Yue's small courtyard to get the drawings.

The third is land replacement, resident planning, mainly to replace all the noble fiefs near Chang'an City for more than 100 miles to the affected area, of course, the area will be more than doubled, and in terms of resident planning, Fang Xuanling proposed to implement it completely in accordance with the method of Wangjia Village, and hired the craftsmen of Wangjia Village as a conductor to guide everyone to burn bricks to build houses.

The fourth point is mainly that Yanglin is talking, and the other three people are listening, of course, it is the problem of the direction of these victims after the disaster, more than 100 square miles of land can definitely not feed the livelihood of millions of people, and what Yanglin said, building a large industrial area, opening a furniture factory, a food factory, a garment factory, training construction workers, lumberjacks, miners, garment workers, food workers These novel words make everyone dazzled, in short, these two million people will have something to do, and only a very small number of people will continue to farm, and, He also said that when the time comes, someone will naturally come to help settle the employment of these disaster victims, and the three most powerful people in Datang can only listen and implement it, because Yanglin's plan is so perfect that there is almost no trace of it.

"Let's talk happily today, the two Aiqing and the little guy will have dinner with me, and we can finalize some details of the above things, tomorrow morning, our monarchs and ministers will be one, and Datang will work together to implement this grand plan." Li Er will learn and sell now, and use Yang Lin's words to encourage the two prime ministers.

"Your Majesty, the eldest princess suffered a cold last night, and the high fever does not go away today, several doctors in the hospital are helpless, the princess's life is in danger, the queen mother asks her majesty to go to the East Palace as soon as possible to see the eldest princess for the last time." A small yellow door hurriedly broke into the Taiji Hall to report.

"What?" Li Er's good mood disappeared in an instant, and Yang Lin almost made the same sound as him, Li Lizhen, who was still having fun in the prince's bathhouse last night, why is she going to die today!