The news that a large-scale railway will be built south of the Yangtze River has attracted the attention of the people.
"This is the first railway in the country of Dai Viet." Some people smiled. They have heard about the train for several years, and finally they can see the real thing.
"Is that the magic weapon of the Holy One?" People still remember the train that Hu Xueting once demonstrated. Although this Gewu Dao has been spread a lot, more and more people think that this train is a product of Gewu rather than a magic weapon, but they are used to it. Many people call it that.
"Yeah, that's the train." The people were a little excited, but it was only because new things were going to be popularized. These days, ordinary people can take airships to the Far West. What is the comparison between trains and airships? They were so surprised. Will appear to be ignorant.
"That thing is good. If it's built, I'd like to sit on it too." Ordinary people can't take an airship to go to the Far West, so can't they take a train to enjoy themselves?
The prefectures and counties along the railway line were facing a formidable enemy. Yu Ajiu, the governor of Jiangning, sat in front of the case with a murderous look on his face.
"I'm calling you all today for one thing." Yu Ajiu ignored the Jiangning civil and military officials who were standing on both sides in an orderly manner, but looked through the lobby and fell into the courtyard outside. A group of civil and military officials looked solemn, everyone knew what it was for, of course it was for the railway.
Hu Xueting wants to build a railway from Danyang to Ma'anshan, and Jiangning is one of the planned stops.
According to Hu Xueting's original intention, it is more valuable to lay the railway along the coast and communicate with various ports. Unfortunately, the development of iron mines does not allow her to be willful. The south of the Yangtze River has been called a barren land for hundreds of years. Who has the time to dig iron ore in this barren land? ? The iron mines in the south of the Yangtze River are in great chaos. Hu Xueting started serious mining after the founding of the country, and the few minerals currently mined are laborious to dig, and they are not considered rich ore. There are many places to use it, and my life has been tight.
"My God, I only remember the Ma'anshan Iron Mine in Anhui." Hu Xueting sighed. If you don't study hard, travel is just sad. There are many iron mines in Anhui, but you just don't remember. There are a lot of iron ore in Europa, but it is a pity that the Western Expeditionary Army is also building a large-scale railway, which requires a lot of iron ore, and secondly, the cost of transporting it to Danyang by airship is enough for mining.
Only when the railway is opened to Ma'anshan, can we achieve multiple things at once, and solve the publicity function of the train, and solve the problem of iron ore. In the future, as long as the railway is radiated from Ma'anshan, iron ore will be continuously transported from Ma'anshan.
A group of officials from Jiangning County were apprehensive and uneasy about the opening of the railway. It was too close to the capital, which had both advantages and disadvantages.
"The railway will go from Danyang to Ma'anshan, and I, Jiangning, will be the first stop." Yu Ajiu said slowly, there was no excitement in her voice, only chills: "If something goes wrong at this first stop, Yu"
She stood up abruptly, drew her sword, and pointed the sharp long sword at the officials in the hall.
"Yu killed you with his own hands!"
A group of civil and military officials were not surprised at all. If something happened to the matter that the Holy One cared most about, no one could bear the responsibility. They said in unison: "Yes, we will definitely do our best!"
Although big words have been spoken, how can they be implemented? No matter how worthless this iron is, it was picked up for nothing on the ground, and it is hard to guarantee that it will be stolen in the blink of an eye. A group of officials looked at Yu Ajiu anxiously, and Yu Ajiu smiled. This kind of trivial matter is too easy to solve.
"Responsibility rests with the village!" Yu Ajiu sternly said, how Danyang built the Great Wall of mud back then, how it lays railroad tracks today.
"Da Viet has always done things very simply!"
In a certain village, the village heads and farm stewards of several nearby villages gathered together. A certain civil servant stood on a field ridge, looking at the signs on the ground, and the railway would pass through this position.
"I called you here today to tell you something." The civil servant said calmly.
"Where the railway passes, if it is stolen or destroyed, the head of the village along the line will be killed, and the people in the village will be killed ten times."
A group of village chiefs and farm stewards turned blue, nodded slowly, and wanted to keep the railway safe and sound no matter what
Hundreds of road builders are leveling the road, and when they tamp the foundation, they will lay the rails. Hundreds of people around them stared at them without saying a word, and some of them were holding long cloth strips, obviously wrapped in swords. Those road builders were a little hairy. They always felt that those people came with bad intentions, maybe they wanted to steal the rails, and they were too arrogant.
A certain official rushed over to take a look, and calmed down: "Don't be afraid, they are villagers along the line, and they will protect every section of the track with their own blood."
the; A group of officials of Dayue looked at each other in blank dismay. In the third year of Taiyuan, the year name was a bit unfamiliar, and they couldn't remember which year it was for a while.
"I heard that General Huan wanted to kill His Majesty, but did he ever usurp the throne?" The old man with a white beard asked, thinking about what his ancestors had always cared about.
General Huan?
A group of officials from Dayue became even more confused. Someone suddenly remembered, and lost his voice: "Huan Wen!" Another person lost his voice: "Peach Blossom Spring!"
" Since Yun Xianshi avoided the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, he led his wife to this desperate situation, and did not come out again, so he separated himself from outsiders. Asking what time it is today, I don't know if there is Han, no matter Wei and Jin" Xiaoxuelan recited, opening her eyes Look at Hu Xueting with wide eyes, is this the Peach Blossom Spring?
"It really is." Hu Xueting sighed. The officials of the Ministry of Industry encountered the real version of Peach Blossom Spring, so of course they had to find out. If they encountered one or two sycophants talking nonsense and making up stories, they would report to the court and report to the court every minute. The performance appraisal is C grade. The officials of the Ministry of Industry isolated everyone in the small village, interrogated them repeatedly, and determined that this group of people were ordinary people who had fled here from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The possibility of this "Peach Blossom Spring" is extremely high.
A group of officials lamented that the area of ??Huaxia is too large. In order to avoid the war, some people built villages in a certain valley to continue their blood. It is not too unusual for their ancestors to keep away from the outside world for generations. As long as the small peasant economy has a piece of land, it will not starve to death. As long as there are some masters who can spin and weave among these people, this natural village will be completely self-sufficient. Knowing the changes outside, it's no big deal if you don't want to contact the outside world. Search everywhere in China, there may be similar people in many poor valleys. Now that the government has discovered these people, they will be included in the household registration, and the whole matter will have no effect except to amuse the emperor.
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