They strolled along the street, stopping and walking. The more Zhe Zhe strolled, the more excited and happy he became. As a woman who grew up in the grasslands and held a high position among the barbarians, even if her status was extremely high, her vision was limited to the cold mountains and forests. The current Tianjin could be said to be an ancient city invaded by a powerful civilization, and it seemed extremely different.
Zhou Qingfeng hated the narrow streets and poor sanitation of ancient cities. When he was in Fushun, he emphasized the need to improve the living environment, and when he came to Tianjin, he treated urban planning as a science. Although he had never really learned it, he at least knew what a real city should look like.
The ancient city of Tianjin was centered on the drum tower, and the streets were divided by a cross axis. After half a year of demolition and construction, the entire central avenue of the cross axis was expanded. Some places had been built, and some were still construction sites. Zhe Zhe strolled along the street and saw a large number of simple construction equipment transporting bricks and mortar, and a large number of foreign workers busy building houses.
Just a pulley crane was very interesting and could make Zhe Zhe stop for a long time. A large number of livestock purchased from the north provided the construction of Tianjin with animal power, and all kinds of vehicles from Liaodong often carried one or two tons of building materials. Although the scene was messy, the whole city was full of vitality. People were busy everywhere, each doing their own work.
Yang Jian had never seen such a bustling scene before, and he didn't understand how Zhou Qingfeng had done such a big thing. He only felt that the kid who came 400 years later seemed to have performed an earth-shattering super spell and suddenly had an extremely powerful force. Countless people were working for him, countless money was gathering in his hands, and countless goods were flowing out of his hands.
Yang Jian frowned as he stared at a wooden sign on the side of the road. On it was a recruitment notice written in simplified Chinese. Zhe Zhe also came over to take a look and asked, "What does it say?"
"Recruitment." A loud foreman shouted from behind the wooden sign, "Uneducated ordinary workers can also come. The minimum salary is one yuan and twenty cents a month, and three meals and accommodation are included. Female workers also want equal pay for men and women. If you have a diploma, your salary will immediately double. Pay at the beginning of the month, and there will be no delay. Grand Marshal is protected by the law, and he won't cheat people. The swindlers were all hanged to death by that eunuch Ma Keshi. "
Zhou Qingfeng could have used the sharpness of his army to sweep across the world. But he honestly stayed in Tianjin and engaged in construction, using all his strength to lay the foundation for his rule. Xu Bing, who was in charge of the administration, had spent a lot of effort on the tax issue alone. There was also the issue of labor management, which was even more complicated. Yin Hu, who was in charge of education, was also brought in to help.
These days, the slave culture was extremely serious, and a large amount of labor was confined. In order to survive, the people at the bottom of society had no choice but to become narrow-minded, eager for quick success, and develop all kinds of bad habits. For the sake of their own interests, the merchants and officials in the middle class would first flatter the higher-ups and then exert pressure on the lower class. If the higher-ups didn't take care of things, it would become a slow suicide.
They used violence to eradicate the original upper echelons of society and sweep away the middle class to raise funds. Then, through large-scale investment in infrastructure construction, the labor force at the bottom would be liberated, giving them enough capital to develop and alleviate the severe social conflicts. This was the only path that the transmigrators could take.
In Yang Jian's view, giving the slaves enough to eat and drink was the greatest kindness. Not only did the 'Revolutionary Army' not ask for personal dependence, but they also gave money and freedom. This was simply a great loss. But the bustling construction site in front of him told him that this kind of 'loss' had triggered a construction frenzy. Everyone was working hard in order to earn money.
After Gu Yuanwei defected to Kennu, there was no way back. Zhou Qingfeng would never let him go, so he could only walk this path to the end. He believed that heaven's will couldn't be changed, so he stubbornly recognized Hwang Tae-gil as the true dragon and defected to him, acknowledging him as his master, willing to be his subordinate.
As Gu Yuanwei's disciple, Yang Jian became Boar Skin's grandson, but his position was actually not that of Boar Skin's sons' slave. But his master had defected, so in front of Hwang Tae-gil and Zhe Zhe, he could only call himself a slave, as a means to curry favor. Zhe Zhe asked him what this' recruitment 'was all about. He explained a few words, but after a while, he said, "This is a bit strange."
Yang Jian tried to think about this problem. Boar Skin now occupied the whole of Liaodong and Liaoxi. The area and population under his control were dozens of times larger than before. The Jurchen nobles were running horses for land, and Yang Jian was also allocated a large amount of land and population. But in this situation, he felt distressed to pay the slaves under him. The slaves' lives were all his, so why should he pay them?
Should he disband all the slaves, and then pay them to encourage them to work? He was afraid that those slaves would either run away immediately, or be snatched by other masters in the blink of an eye, and then he would become a joke. Yang Jian found that there was no solution to this problem. The things that the 'Revolutionary Army' could do, the Jin Kingdom couldn't. This was a damn system problem.
"Is it good to hire people like this?" Zhe Zhe saw that the workers were hardworking, and she especially wanted her slaves to be the same. She had heard Hwang Tae-gil say more than once that the Han people in Tianjin were not slaves, so she had a vague idea that it was better to hire people.
The 'Loud Voice' who was in charge of recruitment behind the wooden sign didn't know what Zhe Zhe really meant. He took it for granted and shouted, "I don't dare to say it in other places, but of course it's good to hire people in Tianjin. Not only do we not dare to reduce the salary, but we also have fish and meat for three meals a day, and rice to fill our stomachs. If we work for a month, we can even gain a few pounds of meat. The Grand Marshal is too strict. "
"Meat for every meal?" Yang Jian thought, how is this possible? How is this raising a hired worker, it's simply raising a master.
The 'Loud Voice' laughed, pointed to a big wooden barrel behind him and said, "Here … the food on the construction site is outsourced. The fish in Tianjin is very cheap, I guarantee you will get tired of eating it. "
Facing the unpolluted sea, the 'Revolutionary Army's' fishing industry was developing rapidly. In half a year, there were already hundreds of fishing fleets, and a large number of fish were supplied to the market every day. Due to the development of the salt-drying industry, the fish could be transported over long distances after being salted. At the same time, the sale of salt was solved, and the utilization rate of the fish was increased.
In the past, Zhou Qingfeng joked that he would get tired of eating fish one day, but now he was really tired of eating fish. But for millions of people, eating fish was the best way for them to get high-quality protein.
The big wooden barrel on the construction site was full of grease, and there were some leftovers left inside that nobody ate. Yang Jian went over to take a look, and painfully found that it was a big yellow croaker stew inside. In the past, this thing was a delicacy on the dining table of the rich people, but now it had become a common nutritious meal for the laboring people to maintain their strength.
The difference was too big.
Thinking about how his slaves ate worse than pigs, Yang Jian was stunned for a long time. For the first time, a thought popped up in his mind — maybe we really can't beat that kid from 400 years later. Master and I don't know what kind of ability he has.
Yang Jian turned his head with difficulty and asked the "Loud Voice", "Why are you willing to give these laborers such good food?"
"Because fish is cheap." The "Loud Voice" laughed happily, his eyes full of mockery, enjoying a strong sense of superiority. People from other places were always surprised when they came to Tianjin, and everything they saw was inconceivable. This made the local people very happy and full of pride.
"How can fish be cheap?" In this day and age, there was no such thing as raising fish, only fishing. But fishing was not an easy job. In Yang Jian's mind, fishing involved a few people getting a boat and casting a net in the river. If they were lucky, they could catch a few dozen kilograms of fish. If they were unlucky, they might return empty-handed.
"You don't know, do you? Our Grand Marshal is the reincarnation of the Dragon King of the East Sea, the Third Prince. He ordered people to go into the sea to catch fish, and the fish jumped into the net. The fish in the sea were big and fat, and there were a lot of them. If we wanted to eat fish, we directly went into the sea to catch them. " The story of this' Third Prince 'was spread everywhere, and the "Loud Voice" deliberately made a big fuss, waiting to see Yang Jian's expression of disbelief.
But Yang Jian …
"Nonsense, nonsense!" Yang Jian was angry, "Do you think I don't know the origin of that Zhou Qingfeng? When he first came to my Daming, he was in a very difficult situation. He even had to call me … "
That brat from back then was now the Grand Marshal who commanded thousands of troops and horses, and he was still the apprentice who was subservient and even a slave. Yang Jian was so furious that his face contorted into a hideous expression. With great difficulty, he suppressed his anger and found that the "Loud Voice" in front of him was glaring at him with an even greater anger.
"You dare to disrespect our Grand Marshal?" The "Loud Voice" raised his hand, trembling, and was about to shout. Many people who came to Tianjin also hated the 'Revolutionary Army', and the propaganda of 'guarding against spies and agents' in the newspaper was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The common people didn't want their good days to be ruined.
Seeing that the "Loud Voice" was about to shout, Yang Jian immediately made his move. A golden light flew out of his sleeve and pierced the "Loud Voice"'s chest. The "Loud Voice" was immediately speechless, and he staggered and sat on the ground. The people on the construction site saw this and quickly came to check. Yang Jian had already calmed down, and he said indifferently, "Your brother fell down while talking, he must have an acute illness, quickly send him to the hospital."
The "Loud Voice" was twitching on the ground, and the people on the construction site didn't suspect him and quickly sent him away. Yang Jian coldly turned his head and apologized to Zhe Zhe. Zhe Zhe laughed and said, "It's okay, he was just a blind slave, so it's okay to kill him."
After killing him, Yang Jian became calm and gloomy. However, Zhe Zhe began to walk in front of him, talking as he walked, "Tianjin is so prosperous, ordinary people can easily make a living, so it's easy to gather the manpower and resources of the surrounding area. This place is cheap, food is cheap, and there's also a school where people can study and learn without spending money, so the poor people naturally come. "
Most of what Zhe Zhe said was Hwang Tae-gil's thoughts after reading the newspaper. After seeing it with her own eyes, she naturally said it out loud.
Yang Jian's face was gloomy as he echoed, "Great Fujin is right, the 'Revolutionary Army' relies on spending money to attract people from all over the world to gather here. Actually, Dajin can do it too, that's how the Jin merchants came. That Liu Fucheng is also a greedy person, so as long as we are willing to spend money, many things can be done. Dajin doesn't lack money now, so naturally, there will be people to do things for us. "
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