Qian Su's idea is not unreasonable.
Xiangyang has a set of strict rules and regulations, even the illiterate can say a few words.
The people are illiterate, but living here for nearly ten years, these regulations have long been integrated into their bones, forming a special spiritual outlook.
After Qian Su entered the city, she thought in a trance that she had entered a paradise by mistake.
The layout of Xiangyang is different from other cities. There are people walking on the road, and cars and vehicles on the road. Therefore, the road here is extra wide, enough for five carriages to run side by side. Every 500 steps, a half-person-high wooden barrel stood by the roadside, and people threw something into it from time to time.
The streets are spacious, clean and orderly, making Qian Su, a local tyrant, feel an indescribable cramp.
Um…
That sense of crampedness is similar to that of illiterates mixed into the circle of school tyrants.
Feng Zhen showed a long-lost expression and excitedly explained to Qian Su.
"What are those barrels for?"
"Those who throw away waste, as well as the filth of cattle and horses, are not allowed on the road. If they are not handled, they will be deducted for money."
"What's up with those weird cars?"
Qian Su saw a two-horse carriage passing by next door, with all sides open except for the top of the head. Qian Su took a look and found that the carriage was separated by three wooden boards, and there were six Hu benches, and there were six ordinary people in fairly clean clothes sitting inside.
Feng Zhen glanced at it and said, "The public carriage made by the carriages and horses."
"According to the ancient system, the common man is one, the scholar is two, the doctor is three, the minister is four, the princes are five, and the emperor is six." These are clearly common people, how can they have this qualification?"
"That's right, but a single horse can't pull six people." Feng Zhen said, "At first, there were indeed scholars who objected, but the character of the lord has always been soft and not hard. There are also carts and horses. It's good for the people, so what happened to the two horse-drawn carts?"
Xiangyang is getting bigger and bigger, and there are many people living there, and the north, south, east and west are separated by a long distance.
In order to accommodate the aged war horses, Jiang Pengji set up a carriage and horse shop, and let the horses pull the carriages, and the drivers were all retired soldiers.
Let the horse pull the cart, saving the people the time to walk.
Of course, you need to pay a certain fee to get on the bus, and ordinary people can afford it.
If it wasn't for Jiang Pengji's decision, this car dealership wouldn't be able to get it right.
Because double horse-drawn carts are a benefit for scholars, ordinary non-governmental organizations do not dare to follow suit, for fear of being charged with violating the rules, so the cart-horse shop has always been an official organization. In order to facilitate management, also got a license plate mark.
Because the cost was too high, the horse-drawn cart was not as popular as private cars in later generations, and the traffic was never congested.
People can wait for the bus at a fixed station, and they can board if there is an empty bus.
Interestingly, the guy who was yelling at the opposition at first also happily rode the stagecoach.
No way, not everyone has the money to keep horses, carts and ox carts, most of the time they rely on their legs.
Since there is such a convenient means of transportation, ordinary people can use it, why can't they use it
Qian Su watched with relish, from shock at first to calm later, but he didn't close his mouth very much in the middle.
"arrive-"
Feng Zhen got out of the car, rubbed his old waist secretly, and walked to another carriage as if nothing had happened.
"The two ladies can bring Xiao Langjun and the little lady down."
The curtain was lifted, and Yan Shuyao and Yang Roujia stepped on the bench with the help of the maid, holding the tightly wrapped baby in their arms.
Feng Zhen and Jiang Pengji applied for a transfer to Maruzhou.
Jiang Pengji could not see that he was too happy, so he handed over the escort of Yang Tao and Mrs. Yan Lin to him.
Yang Tao and Yan Lin both had families, but Nansheng had difficult conditions and was not suitable for the life of his wife and children. Jiang Pengji suggested that their wives move to Maruzhou to settle down. Jiang Pengji was purely concerned about her subordinates, but in the ears of Yang Tao and the other, there was a hint of threat.
This is not good intentions, this is clearly to let the two hand over the hostages.
Regardless of whether they meant it or not, Yang Tao and the other could only agree.
This mess was left to Feng Zhen, and Qian Su volunteered to help.
It is said to share Fengzhen's worries, but in fact it is secretly protecting the two wives and children against possible harm.
As smart as Jiang Pengji, she naturally understood the deep meaning behind these people's actions, she didn't explain it, and let these guys make up their minds.
#This is a comedy in which everyone is diligently intriguing, but the lord is fishing in troubled waters#
"Will you live here in the future? Where does Rou Jia live?"
Yan Shuyao has been anxious these days, and when she sees the mansion she will live in in the future, she is a little more uncertain.
This treatment is also very good.
"General Yang and Yan Junshi have a close relationship. The lord's intention is to arrange for the two to live closer. I checked the house that is still empty now, but this place is better. The location is clean, but it is not far from the bustling city. This is Yang The general's mansion, opposite the door is Yan Junshi's."
As a house building madman, his lord built hundreds of houses as soon as he entered Xiangyang County.
A small part stayed, part was distributed to the original team as a reward, and the rest were sold at high prices to the nobles or local tyrants who moved in.
The black-hearted businessman of his own master and Wei Ci, the sailor of the army, were fired at the house here.
In the past two years, I have made a lot of money just selling the house.
The house he bought for a penny has now multiplied countless times.
If Yang Tao and the others knew that their lord had given away such a mansion, they would not be more loyal.
"Thank you Lord Lanting."
Yan Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to the south, and nodded to Feng Zhen to thank him.
Feng Zhen smiled and said, "After a while, it will be the New Year's Eve Lantern Festival. If the two ladies are free, they can take their maids out to play and relax."
In fact, the month before Xiangyang enters New Year's Eve is very lively, and various business warm-up activities also have some prototypes of profiteers of later generations.
These sights can only be seen by Xiangyang, which is quite rare for Yan Shuyao and several foreigners.
Feng Zhen settled a few people and then went home.
As everyone knows, the youthful rebellion of his son has come, and the style of painting is quite strange.
Thinking about how good he was to force his son in front of his colleagues, and how good his father's education was, he couldn't help but hammer himself to death.
Guawazi, you have killed your father!
Fengyi's secret letter arrived at the destination smoothly and arrived in Jiang Pengji's hands.
The reason why a secret letter is a secret letter is that confidentiality is the most important thing, and there are absolutely no number of people who are qualified to read the contents of the letter.
Fengyi's few bears were lucky, and this secret letter went directly to Jiang Pengji.
"Fengyi? It was written by Rong Li of Fengzhen's family. Could it be that something happened to Zhanjiang Pass?"
Jiang Pengji didn't know that Fengyi and Sun Lan had returned to the academy to continue their studies, thinking that the two were still working as bulls and horses on the front line.
She tore open the flame paint and took out the thick secret letter inside.
At this time, Jin Wuxi was falling, and the room was dimly lit, hiding most of Jiang Pengji's face in the darkness.
Only those dark and sharp eyes, like a pair of eagle eyes, stared solemnly at the prey.