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

Chapter 66: Xinping Township’s Second Year

Speaking of which, Xia Lin has spent two years in Xinping Township. He has never stopped for a moment in these two years. Looking back, Xinping Township has changed from an ordinary and dilapidated village to the main transit station connecting the east and the west and connecting Anhui and Jiangxi.

Don't underestimate this transit station. As long as the traffic increases, money will come naturally. But no matter what, I would like to thank the prince for the 100,000 taels of start-up capital. Today, there is only 22,000 taels of start-up capital left, but Xinping Township has already started to make a profit.

It cannot be said that everything was going smoothly, as there were still some minor problems along the way, but the overall progress was still okay. Anyway, over the past two years, the 70,000 to 80,000 taels of silver had basically been integrated into the village. The villagers now had money, and now they were starting to build houses and buy things. The money could be considered as having been put to good use.

Money needs to be spent and circulated to be considered active. Otherwise, if it is hoarded there, it will be of no use to the development of the village. Xia Lin is well aware of this.

So he was very willing to spend money, after all, he could spend the money but couldn't take it away. In the village, he could spend it however he wanted and just put it into the public account to report the entertainment.

According to the inventory, there were more than 1,500 people who came to sign up for militia, but now there are only more than 300 vacancies. The remaining more than 1,200 people have been properly placed in Xinping Township by Xia Lin.

Apprentices' apprentices, helpers' helpers, these young and strong people came, and the family members who came with them at least doubled the base number. If the number of people with families increased, then the number of households would increase. If the number of households increased, this place would appear prosperous.

Xia Lin didn't waste any time and directly registered them in the yellow book. If you don't count it, you will be shocked. The new population of Xinping Township in two years has reached 9,272 people, including 9,129 immigrants.

Now the entire Xinping Township has 5,710 registered households, with a total of 13,350 people. In two years, the population has increased from less than 4,000 to 13,000, which can be described as a miracle in this era.

Although the first person to be thanked here is King Teng, it is impossible for the small Xinping Township not to develop rapidly after the 100,000 taels of silver were integrated into it, but the key point is that the invested capital has already seen a return on investment. The five major categories of industry, handicrafts, transportation, textiles, and agriculture are almost all booming.

As long as they can make money, there will be more and more people coming to Xinping Township, and the number may even increase exponentially. What should we do then?

Build infrastructure! Only by building infrastructure can we keep these piles of money into the market, use the money to maintain the vitality of the region, build bridges, roads, houses, and docks, and turn the piles of money into materials shipped from other places, migrant workers from other places, and merchants from other places who stop by. Then these people purchase things in Xinping Township, buy and sell goods, and take the products here out. The money returns from their hands to Xinping Township, and then the villagers pay taxes and goods pay taxes, and the money returns to Xia Lin again.

It seems that the money is still the same after all the walking around. But there are more houses, porcelain, cloth, tea, docks and people on the market. The key is that everyone feels that they have made money, so who has lost money? No one has lost money, because this is not a game but trade, and the value growth brought about by the transformation of labor.

That day, Xia Lin came to the camp which had just been fully staffed. At this moment, the camp was in chaos. He had no idea how to lead troops. Although these senior soldiers were afraid of him, it was not a solution to continue like this. If one day Lao Guo suddenly had the urge to come for a secret visit and saw such a scene, wouldn't he scold him to death?
Just as he was standing there worrying, it happened that breakfast was served. Xia Lin put his hands behind his back and followed the group of soldiers into the cooking room. There was a lot of noise inside. Five hundred people may not sound like a lot, but when gathered together they are quite dense. This group of people has no discipline and no rules, just like a group of refugees gathered together.

However, these guys are very serious about eating. There is a boy who is about 15 or 16 years old among them who can eat eight steamed white flour buns as big as a fist in one breath.

Xia Lin sighed and groaned. He drank half of a bowl of porridge and said he couldn't drink any more. He felt really upset looking at these idiots...

At this moment, a wooden plate was placed in front of Xia Lin, and then a man sat down. He looked up and saw that it was the beggar with a tattoo on his face.

Oh, he is not a beggar now. His full name is Zhou Tongshan. As the first one to arrive in the barracks and also the oldest one, he has good prestige among these soldiers. However, Xia Lin personally thinks that his prestige is high because his wife is in charge of the kitchen. Anyone who acts as a troublemaker can forget about having trembling hands when serving the food.

"Sir." Zhou Tongshan frowned and said to Xia Lin, "This... the camp has been set up for several days, why don't you train the soldiers? If the soldiers don't train, wouldn't it be a waste of food?"

Zhou Tongshan was really distressed. He had experienced hunger before. Seeing these manure-making machines eating and defecating every day without any problems, he felt a pang in his heart. Soldiers should train, otherwise what is the point of being a soldier?
He hadn't seen Xia Lin in the past few days, and soldiers were not allowed to leave the camp at will, so he had been keeping it in his heart. After seeing Xia Lin today, he finally had the chance to speak.

"I can't..."

Xia Lin was honest: "Look at me, I have a hard time even catching a chicken, how can I train soldiers?" "Sir, I was recruited in the sixth year of Hongbao, and later stationed in Shanggu County, Youzhou. After the Battle of Kalagan, I was transferred to Yangzhou to serve as the instructor of Panying, and I know a little about training soldiers."

"Huh?" Xia Lin blinked several times after hearing this: "You can train soldiers? You can train soldiers but you didn't tell me? I went to so much trouble to post notices and ask people to find veterans, but you knew about it but you didn't tell me?"

"Sir... I didn't know you didn't know how to train the troops. Besides, I was in the camp and didn't know you were worried outside."

Xia Lin thought about it and nodded after smacking his lips a few times: "Then just start practicing. Oh... yes, I want to give you some advice, right?"

Zhou Tongshan nodded hurriedly, with a smile on his face. After all, the salary of a coach is much higher. If his wife cooks here, the two of them don't need to pay for meals, and they can save about ten taels of silver a month. These ten taels of silver can be saved for a few years, and when he is sixteen or seventeen years old, the money saved can be used for him to go to Beijing to take the exam. If he can pass the exam and come back, then their hard work in this life will be worth it.

However, Xia Lin didn't know what Zhou Tongshan was thinking. He just knew that the ready-made trainer was here, so he just ordered: "I don't understand anyway, so I won't command you. You just train, and I'll hand over the camp to you. But don't make any mistakes. Your master has a superior, and the superior is a playboy who likes to go on incognito visits. If I catch him, I'll just scold him at most. If he catches him... Humph, your good days will be over."

Zhou Tongshan's eyes narrowed. He was really afraid...

Why is this man who was not afraid of death before so cowardly now? In fact, it is just because he had been immersed in despair before, and now he has been pulled out by the invisible giant hand and sees a bright future. If he is asked to return to the darkness before, he is really afraid.

"Don't worry, sir. I will not refuse even if I die."

"General? Aren't you the coach?"

Zhou Tongshan quickly waved his hands and said, "It was just a slip of the tongue..."

Xia Lin raised his head and carefully looked at the man who was about 26 or 27 years old. He squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, then smiled and stood up: "Do your job well. Anyway, you can decide the affairs of the military camp by yourself. I won't get involved too much."

Xia Lin's appointment letter arrived that afternoon, directly promoting Zhou Tongshan to be the camp coach. With a long whip in hand, the good days of these soldiers were over.

Xia Lin was watching him training outside at the moment. He was shocked when he saw it. Zhou Tongshan's training method was extremely strict. It was not like the training method of the border troops. Although Xia Lin had never seen military camp training, he had heard about some of it these days. Basically, those who could line up neatly in the border troops were considered elite.

If they can line up well, they are considered elite. What is Zhou Tongshan training? Imperial Guards?

Zhou Tongshan was actually holding back his anger, because although Lord Xia didn't say it, the various parameters had already explained what he was training. If that was the case, these people had to live up to the honor. After all, there was a saying in the military that if you drink porridge, you should do the work of porridge, and if you eat meat, you should do the work of meat. As for the food and treatment that Xia Lin gave them, they couldn't even blink an eye even if they were told to die.

So Zhou Tongshan really was training this group of new recruits in the direction of the Imperial Guards.

Neither of them asked much, but they were both doing something very dangerous...

Fortunately, there were only 500 people, so it didn't matter if they were discovered. What could 500 people do, and they were just infantry and militia. In fact, even if Old Guo heard it, he would have just laughed it off, thinking it was just the competitive spirit of children.

But Lao Guo may not know that Xia Lin’s next stage of military technology tree is steel hot casting rifling technology and smokeless gunpowder...

(End of this chapter)