Lord Moyu was forced to open

Finally, after three days of shaking on the iron train, Qiu Jier, who was riding it for the first time, stepped onto the land of Bianjing with slightly weak steps.

As soon as he got off the bus and saw the station in front of him, Qiu Jier was immediately shocked.

As the Bianjing Railway Station, the Bianjing Railway Station is decorated extremely luxuriously.

Not only are all the roads paved with high-quality stone slabs, but the platforms are also decorated with glass everywhere, making them spotlessly clean.

Qiu Jier looked around with shock on his face, then turned to ask Huang Ji, the Minister of Honglu Temple who was accompanying him.

"Sir Huang, is this already the capital of Song?"

Huang Ji naturally understood what he meant by the capital, nodded in acknowledgement, and explained: "This place does belong to the territory of Bianjing, but it is not yet the city of Bianjing."

"Isn't this the city of Bianjing?"

Qiu Jier was shocked. To him, the decoration was so luxurious, with transparent glass handles everywhere and the flat and clean road surface. How could this place not be the Bianjing City?
Huang Ji smiled and did not continue explaining, but took him out of the station.

After the group left the station, Qiu Jier finally realized that this was not really the Bianjing City!
Outside the station, I saw a straight and wide concrete road that stretched far into the distance, with no end in sight.

On both sides of the road, there are all kinds of small vendors setting up stalls along the street selling various things.

People who come to take the train would occasionally stop to buy something to eat, and everyone was having a very leisurely time.

But looking at the wilderness around here, one can understand that this is definitely not the city of Bianjing.

At this time, Huang Ji explained:
"For the safety of Bianjing, the railway was not built into the city, but the station was built three miles outside the north city gate."

Qiu Jier thought about the train he had just taken, and it was indeed not suitable for entering the city. What if the enemy took the train directly into the city?
Leaving the station entrance outside the city would give people inside the city some reaction time.

At this time, Huang Ji said, "Prime Minister Qiu Jier, the journey is going to be a bit bumpy. I hope you can accept it."

After saying that, he took Qiu Ji'er onto a carriage that had been waiting here for a long time, and headed towards Bian Jing along the cement road.

When they arrived at the gate of Bianjing City, Qiu Jier was shocked again when he accidentally lifted the curtain of the car to look outside when entering the city.

The towering city wall is nearly twenty meters high.

Countless traces on the mottled walls testify to the many battles that have taken place here.

The city gate guards wearing full sets of metal armor looked difficult to deal with.

The common people of Song State who came and went did not even have a patch on their clothes, and they did not even have to pay a city gate tax to enter the city!

This side of Europe was so different from the other side that Qiu Jier couldn't recover from it for a long time.

Huang Ji sat upright in the car, not even interested in looking outside. He had been in Bianjing City for decades and had seen everything, so there was nothing strange about him.

Seeing that the Prime Minister from Great Britain only took a look outside and turned into a fool after coming back, he immediately asked curiously: "Prime Minister Chujier, what's wrong with you?"

Qiu Jier came back to his senses at his voice and immediately asked: "Master Huang, can you tell me how big is the city of Bianjing? How long has it been built? Why don't your civilians have even a patch on their clothes? And why don't you have to pay the city tax when you enter the city?
Wouldn’t that be a lot of money?”

Qiu Jier's series of questions confused Huang Ji. It took him a long time to sort out his thoughts and reply:
"Bianjing City!
I remember that the walls of Bianjing City had been reinforced many times, and now they are more than 29180 feet high and feet wide, with a circumference of about li and steps (about meters in circumference).
The city has existed for thousands of years, but it has only been an imperial city for over a hundred years. At that time, the city was buried underground."

"Buried down there?"

Qiu Jier was puzzled.

Huang Ji explained: "Due to the terrain, the previous cities of Bianjing were buried underground. The new cities were built on top, and then they were rebuilt layer by layer. Now no one knows how many city ruins are buried under Bianjing."

Qiu Ji was shocked and said, "In other words, the current Bianjing City is the accumulation of cities one by one?" Huang Ji nodded, that was roughly the case.

Then he continued: "As for the population of Bianjing City, according to the last population census of the Ministry of Households, the permanent population of Bianjing City is about 1.2 million.

There are also 500,000 migrant workers.

That is to say, there are usually about two million people in Bianjing City. "

"What?! Two million people! There are only six million people in the whole of Great Britain, and there are two million in Bianjing alone?"

This time, Qiu Jier was so scared that he almost jumped up.

Huang Ji almost shook his head and said, “Our Majesty said that Bianjing is now the largest city in the world.

We didn't believe it at first, but seeing your reaction now, I'm afraid it must be true."

Qiu Jier immediately said excitedly: "Of course this is true. I have been in Europe for so many years and have never seen a European city with more than 200 million people.

Even the French royal capital of Balice, the largest city in Europe, has a total population of only 500,000.

And Bianjing's population was actually two million! Four times that of Bali City!
This is so shocking to me!"

Facing Qiu Jier who was so excited that he almost spoke without thinking, Huang Ji smiled helplessly and then said:
"With a population of 50, if you randomly pick a city in our coastal area, I'm afraid there will be more than that number of people.

From what the Prime Minister said, your country’s population is not large?”

Qiu Jier nodded helplessly. Compared with a populous country like Song, Great Britain was indeed sparsely populated.

"The total population of Great Britain should be around 20 million, but there are only 10 million in the mainland, and the other 10 million live in various colonies. It is indeed difficult to count the number of people nowadays."

"Only 20 million people?"

This time it was Huang Ji's turn to be surprised. He never expected that Great Britain, the largest country in Europe, had a population of only 20 million. For the Song Dynasty, this population was just the population of a county.

I can't even stuff it into my teeth.

Shaking his head, Huang Ji did not continue to dwell on this issue, but continued to answer his previous question.

As for the patch issue, over the years, as our Emperor has loved the people like his own children and has continuously made correct decisions, the people of our Great Song Dynasty have long been different from before.

Although we cannot say that every family is wealthy, at least they have enough food, clothing and shelter.

Unless in extremely remote mountainous areas, most families don't need to wear patched clothes anymore.

The reason why we don’t have to pay the city entry tax is that we in the Song Dynasty don’t need it.

That amount of entry tax can be collected at the customs on any day.

There is no need to exploit ordinary people for such a small thing.

Huang Ji spread his hands with a look of confidence, but Qiu Jier fell silent.

Thinking about the people in the country who are still wearing tattered clothes, thinking about them still gnawing on the disgusting and throat-blocking black bread.

Churchill suddenly felt ashamed of being the Prime Minister of Great Britain.

The lives of ordinary people in Great Britain are much worse than those in the Song Dynasty!
...(End of chapter)