"The postmaster here is also called the road officer. On snowy days, they will organize the villagers near the road to clean the road very early."
Listening to Zhao Bei's proud explanation, Zhuge Liang was shocked.
Zhuge Jin and Sun Shangxiang, who was lying on the car window, looked at each other and saw an unbelievable look in the other's eyes.
"Isn't this a bit too laborious for the people? Snowy weather is so dangerous, road repair is important, but if people go out in such cold weather, they may die of frostbite." Sun Shangxiang said tentatively in a soft-hearted tone.
When Mrs. Gan heard this, she immediately laughed.
"Why are you laughing, sister?" Sun Shangxiang was slightly annoyed.
Mrs. Gan was afraid that she would misunderstand that she was making fun of her, so she quickly waved her hand and explained: "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the villagers who are sweeping the road."
"The leader often said that money can make the devil work. Road cleaning and maintenance are all contracted out by road officials. In order to make this money, the villagers in nearby villages almost broke their heads."
"Two sisters married into the same village. In order to successfully contract a road section near the village, they almost went to the county government to break off the relationship. I thought of this and thought the scene was funny, so I laughed."
"Besides, the military has always been responsible for the dangerous road sections, so the villagers don't have to take risks."
Of course, this is also because the terrain in the north is open and flat, making road maintenance less difficult.
Mrs. Gan will not tell Sun Shangxiang this now, anyway, she will know it herself in the future.
After listening to Mrs. Gan's explanation, Sun Shangxiang nodded, indicating that his knowledge had increased again.
However, as a result, the local government will have to spend a lot more money to maintain the roads.
I just don’t know where the money comes from.
Xu Jiajun, who only collects grain taxes and commercial taxes, how much money does he have in the treasury?
It always feels like there is never enough money to spend.
You can definitely spend it all if you want. Xu Jiajun also had an economic crisis, but it only lasted for two days in Xu Yue's ledger and was resolved.
In the eyes of the common people, the crisis has been resolved before they even have time to feel it.
It’s just that Xujia People’s Bank introduced a new thing called bonds.
"Bonds?" Sun Shangxiang felt that he had hit a blind spot again.
Mrs. Gan quickly "shushed" and asked Sun Shangxiang to keep his voice down.
But it was still too late. Zhao Bei had already looked over and was shocked: Did you secretly buy bonds behind my back?
Mrs. Gan closed the car window, leaned against Sun Shangxiang and whispered a few words in Sun Shangxiang's ear. Sun Shangxiang didn't understand anything else. She only heard that buying this bond could make money, and she couldn't help but feel excited.
"Is your sister making money?"
Seeing her eagerness to try, Mrs. Gan gave her a stick.
"Investment is risky, and you need to be cautious when buying stocks. I believe in Xu Jiajun and bet on Xu Jiajun's future prosperity for the country!"
"Well... our Xu Jiajun is not selling bonds to the outside world for the time being, so just keep your mind at ease." Mrs. Gan patted the young man on the shoulder, as if the old god was there.
Sun Shangxiang: "..."
Sun Shangxiang opened the car window again. Even though the cold wind was blowing inside, she couldn't help but want to see what the world outside was like.
At the same time, he couldn't help but recall what Mrs. Gan said about the prosperity of the country, and frowned.
Mrs. Gan is so sure, but she is very confused about the future of Yangzhou and the Sun family.
...
At ten o'clock in the evening on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Mrs. Gan and her party successfully arrived in Hejian County.
It was cold and the shops closed early, and the people in the city went back to their homes to prepare for the evening meal.
Only children who don't know how to feel are playing together in the streets and alleys, waiting for ready-made food.
Mrs. Gan and her entourage drove into the city in a mighty manner, bypassed the carriage and horse carriageway under the city wall, first went to the racecourse to let the horses park, and then took a large-capacity bus and carriage towards the post house.
The moment he saw the bus, Sun Shangxiang's mouth formed an O shape.
"Sister Gan, you, you are too bold! A carriage of more than four passengers cannot be crossed unless you are a prince..."
Before the little girl could finish her words, Zhuge Liang took the lead and boarded the carriage with great interest, picked a suitable seat and sat down.
Zhuge Jin's eyebrows twitched, how could his once loyal and patriotic brother become like this!
Such contempt for the imperial power and collusion with the Xu family gangsters!
It's not that Zhuge Liang couldn't see his brother being angry, but he didn't care.
All the young people want to do is to see Lord Xu as soon as possible!
Zhao Bei saw everyone's expressions in his eyes, and he and his wife secretly looked at each other, then each of them greeted the distant passengers they were responsible for to board the car.
Sun Shangxiangmu boarded the huge carriage in a daze. Before this, the carriage she rode in had only three horses at most.
Just like that, he has become the envy of all the ladies in the city.
But the one in front of me has six horses.
There was only one driver driving the carriage. He sat alone on the lead horse on the left. With a flick of his whip, the six horses moved together, pulling the huge carriage carriage and trotting forward at a constant speed.
The royal horsemen were probably not as skilled as the coachman. In the coachman's eyes, the curves were nothing. Everyone in the car was sitting very firmly and could hardly feel the bumps.
The sky is getting dark, dim lights are lighting up under the eaves on both sides of the street, the aroma of food wafts from the kitchens of every household, and the sounds of swallowing in the car rise and fall.
When the carriage drove near Hejian Academy, the sound of children reading aloud came from the alley.
"Isn't it true that the Master said, "Learn and practice from time to time?" Isn't it a joy to have friends come from afar? Isn't it true that a person who doesn't know and is not surprised is not a gentleman?"
"Zengzi said, I have to examine myself three times every day. Have I been unfaithful in my plans for others? Have I not trusted my friends in my dealings? Have I not learned to pass them on to others?"
"Confucius said, if you review the old and learn the new, you can be a teacher. Confucius said, if you learn without thinking, you will lose, you will lose..."
The sound of reading suddenly stopped, and Zhuge Liang unconsciously read the second half of the sentence, "Thinking without learning is dangerous."
With a "squeak" sound, the wooden window opened.
A little boy wearing a tiger-head cotton hat poked his head out of the window, holding a book in his left hand and a half-eaten winter date in his right hand. His big eyes turned around, and he finally locked onto the street.
On a passing bus.
One big and one small, their eyes facing each other.
The child hurriedly bowed his hands, which was a standard Confucian thank you, "Thank you, big brother, for reminding me."
The carriage drove further and further away. When Zhuge Liang wanted to return the gift, he could no longer see the child who was endorsing the book.
He looked at the Hejian Academy that was gradually disappearing in the hazy night, and murmured, "You can read the Analects of Confucius at such a young age..."
That boy looked to be only seven or eight years old.
He was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, but it could be seen that the material outside was not very good.
But his face looks good, his eyes are bright and full of energy.
If he's not a noble, he must be a child from a wealthy family, right?
Zhao Bei sighed: "Babies without a father and a mother are always precocious and sensible. That kid looks to be as old as my Adou. He already knows how to recite the Analects of Confucius, and he also knows how to say thank you, but my Adou..."
Thinking of the boy at home who picked up stones and threw them at cow excrement bags, Zhao Bei waved his hand, "It's okay not to mention it!"
