"Zhang Qing, when will the Ba River Bridge be able to pass through?"

To the east of Leyouyuan, the cement road built is broken here, replaced by a large open space with building materials like a hill. A cement bridge across the Ba River is under intense construction. Flags rolling with the wind are everywhere on both sides of the Ba River. Thousands of prisoners and farmers are digging the access bridges on both sides. Hundreds of people are building cofferdams to pour piers in the center of the river. A floating bridge connects the two sides. There are countless people building scaffoldings with bamboo and wood in the biting river water.

Qin Shihuang's patrol convoy stopped by the river bank and called Zhang Cang, who was commanding here, to come over and ask carefully.

Because of the experience of building the Weihe Bridge, and the Ba River is only a medium-sized tributary of the Weihe River, both in terms of water and width, the size of the Ba River Bridge is less than one-third of the Weihe Bridge, and only one pier is designed. Now there is a cement factory and factory in Xianyang that continuously provides cement and steel bars, so there is no pressure on the bridge Academy.

"When you go back to your majesty, the building materials are now complete. Just wait for the bridge pier to dry and meet the construction standards, the bridge body and bridge deck will be completed within two months. It will definitely be officially passed before the water rises in summer!" Zhang Cang said.

"Okay, please Zhang Qing, I will send you my oral instructions. When the Ba River Bridge is completed, I will reward all the workers involved in the construction again!" Qin Shihuang was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Cang and a group of officials and craftsmen from the Ba River Bridge Engineering Command were all excited.

Since ancient times, the most difficult thing to go out is not to walk, but to climb mountains and wading.

It’s okay to climb the mountain. If you can take a detour on this road, you can take a detour at most. However, when you encounter a big river, it’s a natural chasm. Especially for a team like Qin Shihuang who must be equipped with hundreds of carriages when going out, crossing the river is the same as fighting. There are bridges in some places, but most of the rivers have no bridges. You can only find shallows to wade through the river. It’s okay to say that the water is shallow in autumn and winter. There is no way to flood in midsummer. There is only a boat, and the river boats are very small, and an ordinary carriage cannot be used, let alone the four-wheeled carriages today. If there is no bridge, you can only stare at it. At least hundreds of people can be carried over to cross the river. It’s common for prisoners to be washed away by the water. Therefore, every emperor tour is a fatal job for the officials in local counties and counties.

The cruising carriages, horses, boats and boats were constantly changing, and countless civil servants were used, and the public was extremely resentful.

But if concrete bridges were set up on all rivers of all sizes and large in the future, and crossing the river was like walking on flat ground, there would be no such troubles again.

Therefore, for Qin Shihuang, building bridges is more important than building roads.

As long as all the bridges on the eastern and western roads are built, he can easily cruise his country again and spread his majestic brilliance to the entire land of China.

Just as Qin Dada went out of the city to inspect Dongfang Road in three or five days, our little marquis was also on his way back to Xianyang with his servants and guards.

Although spring rain often drizzles, the so-called spring rain is as precious as oil. Under the nourishment of these spring rains, the mountains, rivers and fields are covered with spring colors. New leaves are blooming and flowers are blooming. The birds chirping along the way. The early spring scenery is just right.

Watching flowers in spring has always been the favorite thing for literati and poets.

But for the civilians, craftsmen and peddlers in the Qin Dynasty, outings have no meaning at all. They must hurry up to sow seeds during farming and earn money to support their families.

Therefore, while traveling back, Chen Xu carefully inspected along the busy Oriental Road that was being built.

Meet merchants from various sections, communicate with construction teams, and listen to various reports from officials and supervisors who are visiting and monitoring.

Anyway, he is not in a hurry. His task this year is to repair this road well and thoroughly.

Only by completing the task on time, quality and quantity can he roll up his sleeves and start to implement his plan to transform Daqin.

As long as this path is available, Chen Xu believes that the emperor will definitely support his reform measures.

At the end of January, the spring scenery on both sides of the Wei River was already rich, the mountain flowers were full of green grass, and the large wheat fields were more than one foot high, swaying in the warm spring breeze, and the air was filled with a scent of grass and flowers, which made people intoxicated.

In addition to the farmers who are busy farming in the farmland, the four city gates in Xianyang are bustling and noisy every day. The banks of the Wei River, connected by the Wei River Bridge as a link, are very lively. The merchants and travelers are like a tide, with dozens of carriages transporting goods winding like a long dragon. On a huge open space at the west bridge of the Wei River Bridge, many tall wooden and stone warehouses are rising from the ground, and a huge goods trading market is slowly taking shape.

At the west gate of the city, a bus with the words "Newspaper" - Literature Academy" was pulled by two strong horses and quickly passed through the city gate. The body of the car also had the words "Xianyang Metropolis Daily" written in huge font.

The carriages were all literati who worked in the School of Literature and newspapers. They usually travel between the School of Literature and Xianyang City. It was very inconvenient to have no carriages and horses. However, with the opening of the West Sixth bus, everyone felt much more convenient. However, the only regret is that the number of buses is not enough, and only six lying a day, and they are squeezed to break their heads every time. But there is no way. Even if the vehicle construction factory of Xianyang Bus Company is building vehicles day and night, it still cannot keep up with the needs of the people of Xianyang. Now, there are 40 buses in the entire Xianyang City, with two cars on each route, which is completely unable to meet the needs.

The carriage was full of people, and there were several standing in the aisle holding the handrails, and many were chatting with each other.

"In just one year, I was still dreaming!" A middle-aged scholar looked at the scenery passing by outside the car window and said with emotion.

"Yes, in just one year, the changes in Xianyang have been too great, and sometimes it doesn't feel very real!" A scholar who was about the same age next to him nodded.

"Not to mention two, we all feel this way, as if Xianyang is like the fields in early spring, and it will come alive in an instant, like a young lady in her prime, looking at her differently every day..." A scholar next to her said with emotion.

"Haha, is it that Brother Ji is talking about the little lady's breasts, which are bulging day by day!" A scholar next to him laughed with his short beard.

"Yes, that's right, Brother Dai described it. In my opinion, today's Xianyang is like a beautiful little lady who is about to bloom. Every day, I feel inexplicable. I feel embarrassed by hugging and touching me and I don't want to let go!"

The scribe who had just spoken laughed, and everyone in the carriage burst into laughter, and the atmosphere instantly became warm.

In the last row of the carriage, there was an old man with white hair and white hair, wearing a thick linen cloth, wearing a pair of glasses, looking down at a stack of manuscripts in his hand. He heard laughter and put away his manuscripts and took off his glasses and said with a smile: "You are so describing me that I can't help but want to hug you and get close to me!"

"Haha~~" The mood in the carriage became even higher.

"In the past, Lian Po was over 80 years old and still boasted that he could eat rice and eat hard bows. Why is Yuliang Gong old? It should be stronger. Since Yuliang Gong is so interested, should I ask you to go to Tianjie Street for a night? I heard that a few young ladies came to Qiyuan..." a scholar joked.

"The little lady is easy to talk about. She must have a good breast. She should caress her as if she is plump and smells the fragrance of flowers, otherwise Yuliang Gong will definitely not go!"

"Hahahaha~ Brother, what I said is, you must have the breath of spring..." A burst of laughter broke out in the carriage again.

It was obviously a car of scholars, but if Chen Xu saw it, he would think he was riding a car of hooligans.

"By the way, Yulianggong, what are the strategies worth reading in this issue of the Hundred Schools of Learning?" a scholar asked with a smile.

"I hope you can take a good look at the contents of this issue. Among them, I think there are three policy theories that are worth reading. One is a commercial discussion written by Yang Kun, the director of the Oriental Road Preparatory Administration, and a national trend theory written by Chen Ping, the secretary of the newspaper office. There is also a physical theory written by Zhang Cang, vice president of the Academy of Sciences..."

"Yu Lianggong, the Academy of Sciences is studying the art of investigating things. Is this theory of things also a strategy for governing the country?"

"No, this theory of matter is still the principle of investigating matter, but it has a theory that subverts common sense. From the last experiment of two copper balls that sensation in Xianyang, he proposed an incredible concept, believing that there is a strange fixed force between the world we live in, which affects everything we all the time, even the changes of the world and the movement of the universe and the stars..."

"Yu Liang Gong, let's not talk about this incredible argument, but how is this theory of studying matters helpful for governing the country?" A scribe who was over 50 years old in his twenties asked in confusion.

"The core of matter theory is to seek the Tao. My Chinese sages have many descriptions and understandings of Tao, but now they have passed on, who dares to speak of Tao? We have been bustling with Tao for a long time, and have only been stubborn among our teachers, refuting the principles of his school like a stubborn spirit. We always think that what we teach is the right principle of heaven and earth. Don't you know that we have already gone astray!" An Yuliang shook his head.

The carriage, which was originally bustling and laughing, suddenly became quiet. Many people began to bow their heads and ponder. Although some people disdained, many people's faces became serious and serious.
Chapter completed!