Yidun Shoumeng Ruhu: "It's good to build canals, but if there's really a drought, won't the water evaporate?"
Yikan Zhanjie0 to 5: "I think the streamer will think of a solution, such as sealing the canals to reduce evaporation."
Although the audience in the streaming room was just chatting and some of their suggestions were whimsical, Jiang Pengji did not ignore them. Instead, she picked up many ideas and remembered them. It was impossible to dig a reservoir, but it was possible to build a few small reservoirs.
Fortunately, there were many refugees now. The construction of houses in Chengan District could be delayed. The reclamation of wasteland could also be slowed down, but the reservoirs could be put on the agenda first. It would be best if there was no drought this year. If there was, they could at least guard against it.
Wei Ci saw her frown and sighed in his heart. He could not help but think of the old monk Liaochen's words.
There were indeed many natural disasters in his previous life, but they were not as frequent as in this one.
He didn't dare to think about how much luck that monster the old monk mentioned had stolen to turn the entire world into such a desolate place.
Although the lord did not say with certainty that there would be a drought this year, Wei Ci already believed it in his heart.
"Try to find underground water veins and dig wells … Anyway, these things have to be done sooner or later. Might as well do it all together."
She seemed relaxed. Yang Si, who was beside her, could not help but chuckle.
This person just moved his mouth and the people below him ran errands.
If he had known that eating a few meals would lead to such an outcome, he would probably … still eat.
For a person with a taste for delicacies, it would be a waste of a trip to the world if he had not tasted such delicious food.
After all, the drought had not happened. Jiang Pengji wanted to bring people to dig canals, not only to prevent it from happening, but also to facilitate irrigation and water use for the people. It was best if the drought did not happen. If it did, at least they could survive it.
Chengan District was close to the mountains, so there were many available water sources. Jiang Pengji led a group of experienced farmers to climb up and down, drawing the route of the canals day and night. She also asked some craftsmen from Xiangyang District to build a brick kiln near Chengan District.
The bricks fired in the kiln were not used to pave the ground. The new bricks were wide and long, and the cross-section was lighter and thinner than the previous ones.
It was a little troublesome to fire, and there were many inferior products. Jiang Pengji did not rush them. She just asked them to continue developing and not to be afraid of spending money.
She had plenty of soil, and the coal bought from Chengde County could be used until next winter. She was not afraid of squandering.
Once Jiang Pengji became rich, even Wei Ci was afraid.
Yang Si looked at the busy figures below the city wall. He could feel the bustling atmosphere from afar.
He sighed. "It's good to be rich. It's so much more convenient to do anything."
If she had no money or food, Jiang Pengji would not have been able to attract so many refugees to work for her.
Money was not omnipotent, but it was impossible to live without money.
What surprised Yang Si was that when Jiang Pengji hired the refugees as laborers, she did not have any gender requirements, only the workload.
Regardless of gender, the amount of food they received each day was the same.
When he asked her why, the reason she gave him was irrefutable.
"Why don't you pay me the same for doing the same job?"
Whether it was moving bricks, digging canals, building houses, or repairing city walls, these were all extremely exhausting labor. Since the female workers who came to apply for the job could complete a day's work, they had to give her the food and pay she deserved. Wasn't this a matter of course?
Not only that, the more he stayed in Chengan District and came into contact with the government affairs here, the more he felt that he had opened the door to a new world.
A women's camp was actually established here!
Wei Ci saw that he was surprised and explained calmly, "My lord is short of manpower. The combat power of the women's camp is not weak. In times of emergency, it's fine as long as it's a soldier."
Yang Si did not believe Wei Ci's words. He said, "I think your lord has a big ambition."
Normally, if there was no goal, who would let a woman come to the front of the stage for no reason?
Yang Si's intuition was sharp, but he still could not figure out the trick behind it.
Wei Ci smiled. "In the future, she will also be your lord."
"You're confident."
Yang Si did not think that he would truly acknowledge Jiang Pengji, even if her temper was indeed to his liking.
Wei Ci smiled without saying a word.
As time passed, the general outline of the buildings in the center of the district could be vaguely seen. The architectural style was the same as that of Xiangyang District.
Yang Si had never seen something like green bricks. At most, he had heard about them from the refugees on the way here.
Seeing that Chengan District was going to use green stones to pave the roads, green bricks to make tiles, and wide streets slowly taking shape in the ruins, he could not help but be speechless even though he was used to seeing rich people. Prince Changshou's mansion used jade as the steps and the tiles were gilded. This was very normal. He was a member of the royal family.
However, Chengan District was just a small district. At its peak, there were only 18,000 households.
Jiang Pengji was just an ordinary aristocratic family, but she could generously pave the main streets and lanes of the entire district with green bricks. She could also pave the newly built houses with green tiles. Yang Si did not dare to think deeply about how much manpower, material resources, and financial resources were needed.
What made his heart beat faster was that Maolin District and Jiaoping District were also in full swing. The progress was slightly faster than Chengan District.
"They're really rich." Yang Si sighed.
Wei Ci smiled and took out a glass tea set. He pointed at it and said, "Jing Rong should say that the North borderline is really rich."
Looking at Yang Si's eyes that widened in shock, Wei Ci smiled even more brilliantly. "My lord did not rely on the power of her family. I don't know how much effort and effort she has put in to get to where she is now. Although her temper is a little bad, she is indeed a wise lord who loves the people like her own children. "
Yang Si came back to his senses and swallowed nervously. His eyes could not help but drift towards the tea set.
Previously, Prince Changshou had spent a lot of money to get a set of peerless treasures from the north. Yang Si was fortunate enough to see it once.
The material was exactly the same as the glass tea set that Wei Ci took out. Prince Changshou's set was not as good as Wei Ci's.
At that time, he was still lamenting that there was such a treasure in the world that was worth such a high price.
Now … he felt his face hurt!
Looking at Wei Ci's attitude towards the tea set, he knew that it was definitely not worth such a high price.
"These … Could it be that your lord made them?"
Yang Si recalled the high price that Prince Changshou had charged. The corner of his mouth could not help but twitch. This was simply robbery!
"Yes, but she said that the market in the North borderline is temporarily saturated. There's no need to continue selling them. This year, she plans to let the caravan sell them to the four factions of Nanman or to countries like Zhongzhao, Beiyuan, and Xichang. At least, we can't bump into the North borderline, lest we get exposed. "
Yang Si stared at the cup in Wei Ci's hand.
His slender and fair fingers pinched the transparent and resplendent cup. One could not help but lament that the years were peaceful … Nonsense!
"How much is this thing worth?" Yang Si questioned closely.
"You'll only know when my lord becomes your lord. Otherwise, my lord will not let them go. " There was a smile on Wei Ci's face. At this moment, there was a hint of slyness like a fox. "Is freedom more important or curiosity more important? Jing Rong, you have to consider carefully. There's still a lot of work to do today. We were just talking about everything and have wasted a lot of time … "
Wei Ci took a sip of tea faintly. Then, he went to his desk and continued burying himself in his work.
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