Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 537 Nothing to do today, a lucky day

"Good luck, good luck."

"You're yelling, you're yelling to death."

Xiao Douya rushed in angrily: "You'd better be fine, otherwise today will be your death."

Xia Lin was standing in front of a table with a map on it. He was still eating the rice cakes that the two children didn't want to eat but had made a lot of. He lowered his head and looked at the map carefully: "I need some data. Please provide it to me. How many people are there in the northwest? The more accurate the better."

"About 14 million people, but that was a number from many years ago. The harvest has been good in recent years, so the population should have increased, right?" Little Bean Sprout also stepped forward and looked at the map: "What do you want to do?"

"Calculate the city's capacity, and see how many people the new city can accommodate after it is built, how much land needs to be reclaimed, and how much livestock area is needed." Xia Lin clamped the charcoal stick between his ears and used a ruler to carefully measure: "The precipitation line is expanding northward. This is not an ordinary good year. Whether we can create a prosperous era depends on this. Moreover, with a large population, even if there is a war, the population will not be too depleted."

"Why are you going through so much trouble? Just do it the same way you did in Fuliang."

"You still think you are the helmsman of the Dugu family. You are really lucky that your Dugu family's ship has not been steered into a ditch." Xia Lin glanced at her, and then began to pua in his daily life: "Do you know the phrase 'adapting measures to local conditions'? The cultural atmosphere of each region is different, the starting point is different, and even the power structure is different. There are also climates, products, human resources, etc., which are completely different. If you use the model of one place to fit another place, aren't you just waiting for a violent death?"

"So what do you think is the difference between these two places?"

Seeing Xiao Douya's dissatisfaction, Xia Lin laughed and said, "Look at Fuliang, it is surrounded by mountains, and the product and logistics are extremely restricted, so it is necessary to expand shipping to ensure transportation. The model it started with was local products such as ceramics and tea, and then step by step it absorbed population and labor, expanded the scope of production, and invested in technology to form an industrial suppression, and formed a strong binding relationship with Quanzhou's Maritime Silk Road, becoming one of the sources of the Maritime Silk Road. This is the history of Fuliang's rise."

"Then let's look back at Chang'an. As the core city of the northwest, its starting conditions are much better than Fuliang's. Minerals, energy, namely coal, animal husbandry, and the agricultural foundation formed by the current good weather are all incomparable to Fuliang. The most important thing is that it has a natural industrial advantage, that is, the vast northwest with a sparse population. A large number of people are concentrated in the area around Chang'an. Most of them still rely on the weather for their livelihood. So now we have to find a way to develop centralized industry, such as textiles, animal husbandry, steel and casting. You have seen Fuliang's production capacity, which is actually not enough to meet the demand. But Chang'an is different. Once it starts, it will be a giant beast with all its strength."

After listening to this, Xiao Douya felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Then didn't you create a powerful enemy for yourself?"

"That's why I asked Zhuo Heng to come here. Another point is that I will definitely not pull the military merit industry here. I will first use Fuliang technology to improve the people's livelihood here, and then use the resources here to feed back and establish a resource network. In this way, everyone will have a reason to be cautious. Even if there is a bloody battle in the future, the entire industrial zone will not be burned down."

"Maybe." Xiao Douya shrugged. "Xiang Yu led his troops west to Xianyang, killed the surrendered Qin King Ziying, and burned the Qin palace. The fire lasted for three months. And Luoyang was destroyed by Dong Zhuo's rebellion and Yongjia's rebellion. If they want to destroy it, they can destroy it anyway."

"That's what I said, so I'm still climbing the technology ladder." Xia Lin put one leg on the stool: "I have to lie to myself and make myself feel at ease."

After saying that, he looked at the map again: "Fuliang originally had only a cross, with one mile long horizontally and one mile long vertically, and this new Xianyang is fifty times longer and wider than Fuliang. Fifty times, my friend. You know the size of a city like this, it can directly accommodate millions of people."

"Just this little?"

"talent!"

Xia Lin almost jumped up: "Is this your true heart?"

Xiao Douya smacked his lips and said, "Look, Fuliang is only a tiny place, but it already has nearly a million people."

"Brother, wake up. The million people in Fuliang are not counted like this. It counts all the people in this system. This place almost spans the entire Jiangnan Road."

Xia Lin put his hands on his hips and sighed, "Forget it, I won't explain it too deeply. Let me put it this way, the population that a city can accommodate is not as simple as you think. It is not that the size of the city can hold as many people as it can hold. It depends on its overall development scale, how many job opportunities, how many schools, how many hospitals and pharmacies, how many bars and restaurants, how many farmlands, how many market merchants, and even how many toilets are included. A big city can certainly accommodate more people, but the most fundamental thing is that these people have to be able to solve the problems of food, clothing, food, housing and transportation. Do you think that just putting people together will solve the problem?"

Xiao Douya frowned and said, "Then build it."

"Jian? Forget it, I won't explain to you. It's getting late now." Xia Lin stood up and glanced at the sky outside: "It's almost midnight."

"Well, it's midnight. What?"

"Nothing." Xia Lin stretched himself and said, "I'm going to sleep now because of my luck."

"What does it mean to hit the jackpot?"

Xia Lin grabbed Xiao Douya's shoulder and said, "You'll know in a moment."

This great fortune hit, and only then did the great fortune know what it meant to hit great fortune, and it hit hard...

However, when Dayun woke up the next day, the lucky man was no longer around. After asking around, he found out that he had left the city before dawn and went to the large construction site in Xinxianyang.

At this moment, all the master craftsmen in Chang'an City had gathered there, preparing to start building the new palace. But Xia Lin came over now.

"Stop for a moment." Xia Lin came up and shouted to stop. The master craftsmen also have dignity. They didn't like this marquis who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After being shouted at like this, these master craftsmen naturally became a little unhappy.

"I wonder why this Lord suddenly called a halt?"

Xia Lin knew that his interference would make these master craftsmen unhappy, but he didn't care. He just smiled and said, "All construction will be stopped for now. The palace will be completely rebuilt. You can all go and rest now."

When the craftsmen heard this, they were furious and they gathered around Xia Lin to ask for an explanation.

At this moment, Xia Lin just smiled coldly: "I don't mean to discuss with you, this is an order."

Some of the master craftsmen were actually quite old. With their age and achievements in their fields, they naturally took advantage of their seniority. He simply acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and sat aside: "We are building the palace in the name of His Majesty. We absolutely cannot stop because of the words of a child."

Xia Lin lowered his brows and said, "I said, this is an order, not a negotiation."

The old man remained unmoved, which meant that he only listened to Li Yuan, and no one else would do. No matter if you were a marquis, you were nothing in front of him, after all, the Minister of Works was his apprentice.

"killed."

Xia Lin raised his hand, and then the soldiers behind him really wanted to step forward to kill people. These craftsmen naturally wanted to protect their ancestors, and a conflict was about to break out.

"Kill them all."

The order was given so casually that the craftsmen were shocked and quickly picked up their tools to prepare for resistance.

At this moment, a voice came from a distance: "Spare his life!"

Xia Lin turned his head and saw Li Tang's Minister of Works running towards him with his hat pressed down. He came in front of everyone panting, and without even asking Xia Lin, he went forward and helped the old man up.

"Master, are you okay?"

"This guy, this guy is the anti-Tian Gang! He wants to kill people if he doesn't agree with something."

The old man pointed at Xia Lin and began to complain, then burst into tears: "I have worked diligently for Your Majesty and the Tang Dynasty my entire life, but in the end, I have to end up like this..."

The Minister of Manpower is a Minister after all. It is not easy for his teacher, who is already so old, to volunteer to build the imperial palace for the Tang Dynasty. But now he is being bullied. How can he swallow this?

So he first comforted his master, then turned to look at Xia Lin: "Lord Xia Hou, what a great authority you have."

"Kill him too." Xia Lin pointed at the Minister of Works.

Xia Lin's words choked back the second half of the Shangshu Yu's sentence, and for a moment he didn't know how to curse.

"You still won't take action?"

Xia Lin glared, and the soldiers around him didn't know what to do, but a soldier's duty was to obey, so they raised their shining steel knives.

"No, no, no, my Lord, let's discuss this properly."

At this moment, Du Ruhui, who had been hiding nearby and dared not show his head, finally came out. His forehead was covered with sweat. There was something wrong with Xia Lin. It was normal for him to kill craftsmen, but how come he even killed a third-rank official of the court?

If he really killed a minister here, he didn't know what would happen to him, but Du Ruhui knew that his business was over.

"Everyone calm down!"

Xia Lin pointed at Du Ruhui, who was stunned: "I'm going to kill him too?"

"What have you been doing?" Xia Lin frowned and asked, "Why? My words are useless, right? Didn't I say that building the city here is under my jurisdiction? What's the matter? Do you think I'm going to show off my power on my first day here?"

Du Ruhui was stunned by the series of questions. He muttered in his heart: "God, I let you take charge, but I didn't let you kill the Minister of Works right away..."

(End of this chapter)