The Heavenly Palace, the Human Yang Palace.

Shangyang Palace is not only the Dongqing Imperial Palace, but also a place where the world's wealth and wealth are gathered.

"I think back then, how prosperous Shangjing City and Shangyang Palace were...... Now all that remains is the remains of the ruins...... Looks like there's a human in the distance?"

Wei Ci lifted the curtain, wiped the hot sweat on his forehead, and looked at the ruins of weeds and vines in front of him.

It's the height of summer, and the scorching sun is hanging overhead, making people's skin hot.

"Anyway, it is also Shangjing, a treasure place where rich and noble families gather. When the ground movement occurred suddenly, many houses collapsed, and all the ruins were buried. Displaced people gather here to make a living by rummaging through the rubble...... As a result, scattered villages have gradually gathered around the area......"

Zhang Ping was dressed in linen clothes and brown, and his long hair was tied up with a cloth towel, if it weren't for his temperament with an inconvenient bookish atmosphere, he would probably think that he was an ordinary peasant. He took a hat from the carriage and gave Wei Ci shade, "Let's go and check first, and then make a decision." ”

In the past, the floating population of Shangjing City was often two or three hundred thousand, but now it has become a ruin that has not seen anyone for half a day.

However, for more than two years, the wild vines crawled all over the ruins, and occasionally a few rats could be seen shuttling through the area.

Wei Ci and Zhang Ping brought more than 10,000 laborers, and the rest of the people were planned to be recruited locally, taking this opportunity to absorb displaced people and reduce hidden dangers.

The two spent several days walking through the capital and the nearby mountains, finding out the surrounding terrain and replanning the layout of the city.

Wei Ci has an excellent memory, and he can almost remember it, and in a few days he memorized the terrain around him and drew them on paper. After some discussion, the two compared the original layout of the capital city, and on this basis, the layout of the state capital was improved and adjusted.

"I doubt that there is anything in this world that you won't ......"

Zhang Ping came back from outside, his exposed cheeks and neck blackened and red by the scorching sun, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, dry and wet, wet and dry. After a busy day of running up and down outside, Zhang Ping was so thirsty that his throat and eyes were about to smoke, and he poured it when he came back.

He saw a huge piece of bamboo paper spread out on Wei Ci's table, on which a plan of a city was drawn with thin charcoal blocks.

As for why Wei Ci used trimmed charcoal blocks to paint, the other party replied so quickly, and Zhang Ping didn't ask more.

"Manpower is sometimes exhausted, and providence is difficult to do. Ci is just an ordinary man, and there are many things that don't know. ”

Wei Ci smiled and carefully rolled up the finished product that he had drawn all night and put it away, took out another roll of paper from the side, and opened it slowly.

Compared with the plane plan that seems to be drawn with a clothes ruler, this pattern seems much more casual.

"This is the village, the mountains, and the woods near the old site of Shangjing...... The soil is quite sticky, suitable for firing green bricks, and there are villages nearby, scattered and add up to a thousand people. We recruited the people of the neighborhood and asked them to build a road to Beijing. The amount of wood, stone, and sediment needed to build a city is huge, and you can't all use the ...... of one place."

The materials for building a city are not expensive, but the cost of transportation is expensive.

Wei Ci calculated carefully, and planned to spend manpower to build the road first, and then start building the city when everything was ready. In the huge capital, the ruins of a city must be carefully cleaned out, and the waste that can be used can be used to save costs and find a way to deal with what cannot be used.

Zhang Ping shook his hand casually and said, "You can just get an idea of these." ”

Wei Ci's expression froze for a moment, and his eyes looked at Zhang Ping with a little resentment.

Pig teammates, it's a person like Zhang Ping.

Under the scorching sun, Zhang Ping and others sweated like rain, and their top boss Jiang Pengji held a watermelon and chatted with Cheng Cheng.

The production of watermelons is limited, and most of them are supplied to meritorious subordinates, and the remaining part is thrown to Zhikezhai and sold to diners.

With the support of Jiang Pengji, the official restaurant, Zhikezhai, has been opened throughout Marushu, and there are all counties in the territory. With its innovative cuisine and business methods, it quickly gained a foothold in the local area. According to Jiang Pengji's instructions, Zhikezhai took the mid-to-high-end route, and the recipes of ordinary home-cooked dishes were published to the people free of charge, so as not to learn that Kezhai had a conflict with the restaurants opened by the people and robbed them of their jobs.

The more Zhikezhai is opened, the more jobs can be provided, and the more relatives of the disabled or fallen soldiers can be accommodated.

When have the people ever seen a novel fruit like watermelon?

For a time, the business of Zhikezhai in various places has improved a lot, and the daily net profit is also rising.

Jiang Pengji was eating watermelon while checking the accounts sent by Zhikezhai from all over the country.

"Zhikezhai's business is good, but the profit is not objective. ”

Mrs. Cheng Cheng is in charge of the housekeeping of Zhongfeed, and he doesn't know much about business, but he also knows that restaurants can't make a lot of money.

Jiang Pengji looked at the accounts and was slightly satisfied.

The shopkeepers everywhere were quite smart and didn't cheat on the accounts, so it didn't take her long to read it.

"With a huge Maruzhou, how can it be possible to rely on Zhikezhai's business to maintain its use? It doesn't matter how much profit you make. Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Back then, Zhikezhai was established just to give the disabled soldiers a place to go, and the orphans and old parents of the fallen soldiers to rely on...... It doesn't matter whether you make money or not, the important thing is to be able to calm people's hearts. Soldiers can rest assured that their families are properly accommodated, and they can rest assured on the battlefield. If they are not properly settled, it will chill the hearts of the soldiers, and on the other hand, it will force this part of the people from good people to become homeless...... Mr. Cheng has more knowledge than the younger generation, so he should naturally know what it will be like once there are more displaced people......"

How many bandits who have fallen into the grass are from outcasts?

What is the difference between a displaced person and a refugee in troubled times in ancient times?

Wherever there are many displaced people, social order is poor, and crime cases occur every once in a while.

Theft and fighting are relatively light, but it is not uncommon to be afraid of burglary, murder, or killing women and children.

Why has Marushu stabilized?

It is not that the number of displaced people has decreased, but more and more displaced people have been recruited and returned to their homes and fields.

Cheng Cheng listened to Jiang Pengji's words, thought for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

He said, "Could it be that the state pastor built the state capital for this?"

Cheng Cheng originally thought that Jiang Pengji spent money to build the state capital for his own enjoyment, but later he felt that it was unlikely.

Now listening to her say this, Cheng Cheng suddenly understood.

The construction of the state capital at a huge cost is secondary, and the real purpose is to provide a large number of jobs and attract displaced people to work.

In the inherent impression of many people, forced labor is free manual labor without compensation, and no one wants to do it at every turn.

Jiang Pengji set a precedent here, taking paid work and rest to attract people to work.

Even if the state capital is smaller than the former Shangjing City, it can provide tens of thousands of jobs, which can reduce how many displaced people.