Daily Life In Qin Dynasty

Crossed the Qinling Mountains.

The surrounding temperature suddenly warmed up.

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

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

Ying Zheng opened the curtains of the carriage and took a look at the sky outside.

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

"How fast is this road?"

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

When he was in Xianyang before, although Ying Zheng had known about the convenience of [Qin Ping Avenue] through various channels, this was the first time he had experienced it in person.

However, Ying Zheng had walked through the Qinling Mountains [Shu Road] several times before.

At that time, his destinations were mostly Bashu.

no doubt.

The former "Shu Road" cannot be compared with the current "Qinping Avenue". In the past, the "Shu Road" that passed through the Qinling Mountains and Micang Mountain was barely fast for a single person and horse to pass.

However, once the carriage and cargo are carried, the speed of travel is not an exaggeration, even if it is described as a turtle speed. Not to mention the large army escorting the grain and grass, it is often not possible to reach Xianyang from Bashu in one or two months.

But now it takes less than a day to cross the Qinling Mountains from this [Qinping Avenue], even if you are carrying carriage cargo.

The efficiency is increased by more than ten times.

"Even mountains as high as the Qinling Mountains can be so fast. What a grand event it would be if a few people paved this kind of 'concrete road' all over the entire Qin Kingdom?"

At this thought, 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 obtaining the cement, Ying Zheng has begun to build "Cement Avenues" in the Qin State. However, the few roads built so far are "grain transportation roads" that lead directly to the frontline battlefields.

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

no way.

This is one of the drawbacks of ‘government projects’.

Like the [Qinping Avenue] built under the supervision of Mr. Mo, because it is located in Hanzhong and supervised by Mr. Mo himself, all procedures and funding can be simplified.

There was basically no corruption, extortion of bribes, or deductions at all levels during the process, because everyone who dared to engage in such small tricks had already been killed by Mr. Mo, and they didn’t even need to be tried.

But for the projects built with government funds, it can only be said that everyone understands them.

After exiting [Qinping Avenue], Ying Zheng's carriage walked forward for a while and found a fork in the road ahead.

Go straight ahead and you will see a wide cement avenue that is no different from Qinping Avenue, stretching all the way forward with no end in sight.

Although Ying Zheng had never walked on this concrete road, remembering the road construction plan that Mr. Mo once told him, Ying Zheng roughly guessed that this road was currently under construction, leading to the land of Bashu [Qin Ping] Avenue] the second half.

However, where the other branch of the road leads, Ying Zheng is a little unclear.

However, when he saw the middle-aged businessman who was traveling with him turn into this forked road, Ying Zheng asked Zhao Gao, who was driving, to follow him.

The bifurcated path shuttles between the fields. It is also paved with cement. It is just a little narrower than the [Qinping Avenue], but the whole road is still extremely smooth.

Walking on such a road also made Ying Zheng rarely relax.

In ancient times, the term "tired by traveling and traveling" was not just used casually.

Horse-drawn carriages do not have shock absorbers, and the roads of this period were mostly made of dirt. Once rain washed away, the entire road would become bumpy.

Traveling on such a road in a carriage is simply torture, let alone comfort.

In contrast.

The feeling that this kind of cement road brings to people now is so comfortable and stable.

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

Feeling that the carriage stopped moving, Ying Zheng became more awake. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, he heard a voice coming from outside the door.

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

"Mr. Zhao" was the alias Ying Zheng used when he went out on this trip. Hearing the voice of the middle-aged businessman outside the car, Ying Zheng opened the car curtain and realized that the sky had darkened unknowingly.

"Okay, then just follow what Shopkeeper Huang said and rest for the night!"

Shopkeeper Huang is a middle-aged businessman, whose real name is Huang Huan. He is a businessman who runs the animal skin business near Xianyang.

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

Then a look of surprise suddenly flashed in their eyes.

"It's so lively!"

It was almost night at this time. In ordinary villages and towns, let alone the coldest month of winter, even in the hot summer, most people would basically close their doors at this time, have dinner, and go to bed.

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

There are still many vendors on both sides of the road who have not yet closed their business.

As for the shops, inns, restaurants, etc. on the roadside, they are even brighter. The food inside was fragrant and there were constant shouting, making it particularly lively.

Such a scene.

For a time, Ying Zheng wondered if he had taken the wrong path and returned to the busiest DC area in Xianyang City.

That would be fine if this was really Xianyang.

After all, as the capital of the entire Qin State, it is normal for Xianyang City to be prosperous.

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

When did an ordinary small town in their Qin country have such a prosperous scene?

The middle-aged businessman Huang Huan on the side was obviously used to Ying Zheng's "never seen the world" look. He just smiled softly and explained: "This is 'Tieshi Town'. It used to be called 'Tieshi Village', but it was just Hanzhong County. A poor little village.”

"poverty?"

As soon as he said this, not to mention Ying Zheng, even Gai Nie and Zhao Gao couldn't help but cast a suspicious look at him.

Is this town poor?

What a joke.

They have walked all the way from Xianyang and have never seen a town more affluent than this town.

Even in Xianyang City, not all families can compare with this place. Because now even in Xianyang City, there are many families who cannot afford good clothes in winter, so they can only wear thin linen clothes, huddle at home, and light fires to keep warm.

But here, Ying Zheng and the others took a casual look and saw that basically every household was wearing one or two pieces of animal skins.

The worst clothes.

They are also carefully sewn with fine linen cloth, with a large number of reeds or rags wrapped inside to wrap themselves tightly.

Moreover, there is not even a thatched house in sight in the houses in this small town. They are basically all neatly built houses with red bricks and blue tiles. The worst and worst houses are also made of bluestone and mud, which is completely acceptable. Protects against any cold wind, frost or snow.

In such a small town, you are telling me that it is poor?

"Shopkeeper Huang, are you kidding me? This small town is widowed... It doesn't look like "poor" to me!"

"Haha~ Shopkeeper Huang is not joking. What these distinguished guests don't know is that this Tieshi Town was very poor before Lord Shengping came to Hanzhong."

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, before Shopkeeper Huang could speak, he saw an old man wearing thick furs and holding a cane slowly walking over from a distance.

"Shopkeeper Huang, I haven't seen you for a few days. Is business going well?"

"Hahaha... Mayor Tie, I haven't seen you for a while. Thanks to Mr. Shengping, I have made a little profit during this time."

Huang Huan smiled and exchanged greetings with the old man who came over, and then introduced him to Ying Zheng.

"Mr. Zhao, this is the 'mayor' of this Tieshi Town. The locals used to call him 'Uncle Tiezi'. If you are interested in this Tieshi Town, you are right to ask him."

The old man walking towards him was the old farmer "Uncle Tiezi" who had had a relationship with Mr. Mo back then.

When Ying Zheng heard Huang Huan's introduction, he bowed his hands slightly.

"It turns out to be Mayor Tie, disrespectful."

"This distinguished person is very polite. I only took the position of mayor temporarily because of the respect of the villagers. I don't deserve any respect." Mayor Tie returned the courtesy politely.

"I just heard Mayor Tie say that this town was still very poor before Lord Shengping came to Hanzhong. Is this true?"

"certainly."

"It's not that Zhao doesn't trust Mayor Tie, but if I remember correctly, it seems that Lord Shengping has not been the princess of Hanzhong for a long time. In such a short period of time, he has already brought so much to Hanzhong. Big changes?”

Mayor Tie sneered: "This person is completely different from one another. If someone else had become the head of Hanzhong County, Hanzhong County might not have become what it is now in a few decades."

Ying Zheng said in surprise: "Oh? Listening to Mayor Tie's tone, it seems that you respect Lord Shengping very much!"

Mayor Tie shook his head and said, "It's not just me. You can go to any place in Hanzhong County and find out which family dares not to respect Lord Shengping."

At this point, Mayor Tie seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned to Ying Zheng and reminded him: "By the way, it's fine if you say this in front of me, the old man, but please don't say Shengping in front of other people. If you speak ill of me, you may be beaten."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel happy: "Being beaten? Who would beat me?"

Mayor Tie took a deep look at Ying Zheng and said, "Many people. In our town alone, more than half of the households have enshrined Lord Shengping's tablet. You can do the math yourself."

"so much?"

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

Ying Zheng naturally knew that many families in Hanzhong County had enshrined Mr. Mo's tablet, but he did not expect that there would be so many people.

"Many of them were added this winter. After all, if it weren't for Lord Shengping's kindness, he would have given loans to poor families in Hanzhong and built new houses when the great cold came this year. This year, this year It’s a cold winter, and we don’t know how many people will die?”

Ying Zheng couldn't help but frowned and said, "Granting loans to build houses? Is this how all the new houses in Tieshi Town come to be?"

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