Turned over the Qinling Mountains.

The temperature around us suddenly warmed up.

The south of the Qinling Mountains and the north of the Qinling Mountains are like two completely different worlds.

The world north of the Qinling Mountains is now snow-white, with snow piling up everywhere. However, in the Hanzhong area south of the Qinling Mountains, although there were a few snowfalls this winter, on the whole, it was not affected by too many snow disasters.

Ying Zheng lifted the curtain of the carriage and glanced at the sky outside.

They arrived at the entrance of [Qinping Avenue] this morning, and now the carriage has entered the territory of Hanzhong, and the sky outside has not yet darkened.

"It's so fast on this road?"

Ying Zheng looked at the sky, and couldn't help but have a glimmer of light in his eyes.

When he was in Xianyang before, although Ying Zheng had already known the convenience of [Qinping Avenue] through various channels, it was the first time he really experienced it himself.

However, in the previous Qinling Mountains [Shu Road], Yingzheng had walked several times.

At that time, most of his destinations were Bashu.

No doubt.

The former [Shu Road] could not be compared with the current [Qinping Avenue], and the [Shu Road] that passed through the Qinling Mountains and Micang Mountain in the past was barely fast for a single horse.

However, once the carriage and goods are carried, the speed of travel is not exaggerated even if it is described as turtle speed, not to mention the large army escorting grain and grass, and it is often a month or two, and it may not be able to reach Xianyang from Bashu.

But now from this [Qinping Avenue] through the Qinling Mountains, even if you carry carriage goods, you won't even need a day.

The efficiency is not only ten times higher.

"Even a mountain as lofty as the Qinling Mountains can be so fast, if a widow paves this kind of 'cement avenue' all over the entire Qin State, what kind of grand occasion should it be?"

As soon as he thought of this, a flame called ambition suddenly rose in Ying Zheng's heart.

There is no doubt about the importance of transportation to a country.

In fact, since getting the cement, Ying Zheng has already started to build the 'cement road' in the territory of Qin, but the few roads currently built are all 'grain transportation roads' that lead directly to the front-line battlefield.

Moreover, the efficiency of the construction of those roads is far from being comparable to that of [Qinping Avenue], and now most of them are only half built, and some are not even half.

No way.

This is one of the drawbacks of the 'government project'.

Like the [Qinping Avenue] supervised by Mojun, because it is in Hanzhong, there is Mojun personally supervised, so all the processes and appropriations can be simplified.

There is basically no such thing as 'corruption and bribery, layer upon layer of deduction' and so on, because the people who dare to engage in these small actions have all been cut down by Mo Jun, and they don't even need to be tried.

However, the project funded by the government can only be understood by everyone who understands it.

After leaving [Qinping Avenue], Yingzheng's carriage walked forward for a while, and found that there was a fork in the road ahead.

Going straight ahead, it is a wide cement avenue that is no different from [Qinping Avenue], stretching all the way to the front, with no end in sight.

Although Ying Zheng did not walk through this cement avenue straight, but remembering the road repair plan that Mo Jun had told him, Ying Zheng roughly guessed that this road was being built, leading to the second half of the [Qinping Avenue] in the land of Bashu.

However, where the other fork in the road leads, Yingzheng is a little unclear.

However, seeing the middle-aged businessman who was traveling with him turning into this forked path, Ying Zheng also asked Zhao Gao, who was driving, to follow him.

The forked path shuttles between the fields, and it is also paved with cement, but it is a little narrower than the [Qinping Avenue] road, but the whole road is still very flat.

Walking on such a road also makes Yingzheng rarely relax.

In ancient times, the term 'tiring travel' was not a casual phrase.

Horse-drawn carriages had no shock absorbers, and the roads of this period were mostly made of dirt, and once the rain washed away, the whole road would become potholes.

Walking on such a road in a carriage, not to mention any comfort, is a kind of torture at all.

Compared with.

Nowadays, this kind of cement road brings people to feel, it is too comfortable and stable.

Just when Ying Zheng was already a little sleepy because of this comfort, and couldn't help but fall asleep, suddenly, the carriage driven by Zhao Gao slowly stopped.

Feeling that the carriage stopped advancing, Ying Zheng was also a little sober, and just as he was about to open his mouth to ask what was going on, he only heard a voice coming from outside the door.

"Mr. Zhao, it's getting late, let's rest here for the night today before leaving!"

'Mr. Zhao' is the pseudonym of Ying Zheng's trip, hearing the voice of the middle-aged businessman outside the car, Ying Zheng pulled the curtain, only to find that unconsciously, the sky has darkened.

"It's okay, then according to what the shopkeeper Huang said, let's rest for the night!"

Huang Zhangbao is a middle-aged businessman, whose real name is 'Huang Huan', is a businessman who runs a hide business near Xianyang.

Ying Zheng and Gai Nie stepped out of the carriage and looked around.

Then a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the two.

"It's so lively!"

At this time, it is almost night, not to mention the cold winter moon in ordinary villages and towns, even in the scorching summer, most people's homes at this time, the door is basically closed, eat dinner, go to bed.

However, although it was dark in the town in front of me, there were still pedestrians coming and going on the streets, dressed neatly and with smiles on their faces.

There are still a number of vendors on both sides of the road that have not yet closed down.

As for the shops, inns, restaurants and the like on the side of the road, they are even brightly lit. The food in it is fragrant, and the shouting is continuous, which is particularly lively.

Such a scene.

once made Ying Zheng wonder if he had gone the wrong way, and returned to the most lively DC area in Xianyang City.

If this is really Xianyang, it will be fine.

After all, no matter how you say it, Xianyang City, as the capital of the entire Qin State, is normal to be prosperous.

But this is not Xianyang, just a small town located in the remote wilderness of Hanzhong County!

When will an ordinary town in their Qin Kingdom be able to have such a prosperous scene?

Huang Huan, a middle-aged businessman on the side, was obviously accustomed to Ying Zheng's 'never seen the world' look, so he just smiled lightly and explained: "This is 'Tieshi Town', formerly known as 'Tieshi Village', just a poor small village in Hanzhong County. ”

"Poverty?"

As soon as he finished saying this, let alone Yingzheng, even Gai Nie and Zhao Gao couldn't help but cast a suspicious look at him.

Is this town poor?

Are you kidding.

A few of them have never seen a more affluent town than this town since they came all the way to Xianyang.

Even in Xianyang City, not everyone can compare to here. Because now, even in Xianyang City, there are many families who can't afford to buy good clothes in winter, so they can only wear thin linen clothes, huddle at home, and burn fires to keep warm.

But here, the three of Yingzheng looked at it casually, and basically every household was wearing one or two animal skins.

The most inferior clothes.

They are also carefully sewn from fine linen, wrapped in a large number of reeds or rags, and wrapped themselves tightly.

Moreover, the houses in this town, not even a thatched house, are basically all neatly built red brick and green tile houses, and the worst and worst houses are also made of bluestone mortar, which can completely shelter any cold, wind, frost and snow.

Such a small town, you tell me to be poor?

"Shopkeeper Huang, are you joking? The town is ······ I don't look like "poor" at all! ”

"Hehe~~ Shopkeeper Huang didn't laugh. A few distinguished guests didn't know that this ironstone town was very poor before Sheng Pingjun came to Hanzhong. ”

Ying Zheng's voice fell, and before the shopkeeper Huang could speak, he saw an old man wearing thick fur and crutches slowly walking over from a distance.

"Shopkeeper Huang, I haven't seen you for a few days, is business okay?"

"Hahaha······ Mayor Tie, I really haven't seen you in a while. Thanks to Shengpingjun's blessing, I have made a little profit during this time. ”

Huang Huan smiled and exchanged a few words with the old man who came over, and then introduced to Ying Zheng.

"Mr. Zhao, this is the 'mayor' of this ironstone town, and the locals used to call him 'Uncle Tiezi'. If you're interested in the town of Ironstone, ask him. ”

The old man who came in front of him was the old farmer "Uncle Tiezi" who had a relationship with Mo Jun at the beginning.

Ying Zheng heard Huang Huan's introduction and arched his hand slightly.

"It turned out to be Mayor Iron, disrespectful."

"This noble person is polite, the old man is just grateful to the villagers, so he temporarily took the position of the mayor of the town, and he deserves no respect." Mayor Iron politely replied.

"I heard Mayor Tie say just now that this town was still very poor before Shengping Jun came to Hanzhong, is this true?"

"Of course."

"It's not that Zhao doesn't trust Mayor Tie, but if I'm not mistaken, it doesn't seem that Shengping Jun has been the lord of Hanzhong for a long time. In such a short period of time, has he already brought such a big change to Hanzhong? ”

Mayor Tie sneered: "This person is completely different from each other, if he had been replaced by someone to become the lord of Hanzhong, Hanzhong County might not have become what it is now in a few decades." ”

Ying Zheng was surprised: "Oh? Listening to Mayor Tie's tone, it seems that you respect Shengping Jun very much! ”

Mayor Tie shook his head and said, "Not only me, but you can now go to any place in Hanzhong County to inquire about which family dares to disrespect Shengping Jun." ”

Speaking of this, Mayor Tie seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned his head to Ying Zheng and reminded: "By the way, it's okay if you say this in front of the old man and me, but don't speak ill of Shengping Jun in front of others, otherwise be careful of being beaten." ”

Hearing this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but be happy: "Beaten? Who's going to hit me? ”

Mayor Tie took a deep look at Ying Zheng and said, "A lot of people. In our town alone, there are already more than half of the families who have enshrined the tablet of Shengpingjun, and you can calculate it yourself. ”

"So much?"

Hearing Mayor Tie's words, Ying Zheng couldn't help but be stunned.

There are many people in Hanzhong County who worship Mojun's tablet, and Yingzheng naturally knows about it, but he didn't expect that there would be so many people.

"A lot of them were added this winter. After all, if it weren't for the kindness of Sheng Pingjun, when the great cold had just arrived this year, he would have given loans to the poor families in the entire Hanzhong and built new houses. In this year's cold winter, I don't know how many people will die? ”

Ying Zheng couldn't help frowning and said, "Take out a loan to build a house?" Could it be that all the new houses in Ironstone Town came from like this? ”

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(End of chapter)