Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

A Da came over with a smile and said, "Come, I'll add a stove for you to warm up."

After saying that, he took out an iron plate with vertical strips from the dugout, and in two or three moves, he built a rough earthen stove with earthen blocks.

This is what he planned to use to cook on the stove outside. Cooking in the dugout is like using a steamer to cook rice, which can cook the food well.

After he started the fire with firewood, he scooped up a handful of black slag from the roadside and buried it in the fire.

Everyone's expression changed: "Can this black stone burn?"

"Well, of course. Although these road pavers are made of sifted waste, most of them are still usable. It's just that there are too many residues, so it's troublesome to deal with them."

When everyone heard this, many of them rushed to the roadside and started filling their arms with coal slag, specifically picking out the large, shiny black ones.

A Da and Liu Zi took a look at each other and wanted to tell them to stop pretending. It was not worth getting dirty for such a small thing, but they held the words back and decided to just let them do as they pleased.

Qiao Da and the young man did not move. They watched coldly. Since the slag could be used to pave the road, there would naturally be a lot of it. They might have to put it back later.

Just as I was thinking about it, a carriage came on the road in the distance, a four-wheeled box carriage. It was moving at a fast speed, and as the horses ran, I could see slag falling from the gaps in the carriage from time to time.

The carriage passed by them without stopping, and just drove to the end of the road. When the people passing by were loaded with slag, the horses were so upset that they bumped and spilled slag all over them.

Those people looked at what they had in their hands, then looked at the thousand pounds of slag on the carriage going away, and suddenly felt like fools.

Qiao Da covered his face and didn't dare to look up at the expressions of A Da and Liu Zi opposite him.

Everyone maintained this awkward atmosphere until the carriage returned after unloading the goods and stopped in front of Ah Da. The driver, a little old man, shouted, "You two should level the slag!"

"Hey, uncle! The refugee has arrived, please give him some help!" Ah Da said with a smile.

He knew that although these people could walk, they would be at a loss if they didn't take the carriage.

"This is a coal truck, not a passenger truck." The old man politely refused. If these people went in and came out, the bathhouse manager at the refugee camp would scold them to death!

Seeing the hesitation on his face, Qiao Da felt a little depressed. Before he could speak, he saw Liuzi's eyes turn: "Uncle! Are you afraid that Feng Ai will scold you?" He had a teasing smile on his face.

Pointing at the group of people squatting on the roadside, who were covered in dust after running to pick up coal slag, he said, "They are finally OK, right?"

The little old man glanced at her, as if he was insulted, and nodded in disgust.

Liuzi shouted to those guys with coal dust on their bodies to get on the carriage quickly. The group of people got on with a confused look on their faces, and when the carriage started moving, they still didn't know how they got this opportunity.

Qiao Da and the young man standing nearby were stunned. How could this be possible? They had already started to regret it. It was not too late for them to go and dig up the coal slag.

Liuzi looked at them and shook his head with amusement: "Don't be envious. When the lady gets the news, she will definitely send someone to pick you up. Don't worry."

He knew that he and A-Da were guards of East Street, and they had built a dugout on the roadside to wait for news of the refugees.

The carriage business in the city has changed a lot now. Many people in the city go to work in the mines, and not all of them have houses in the mines.

The lady set the working hours, and cars would pick them up and drop them off at the appointed time. Now the road has been paved, and four-wheeled carriages can pull loads weighing thousands of pounds.

There are three buses a day running from Guangcheng to the refugee camp and Black Stone Mountain.

It shortened the travel time for people in the city, and the villages and towns along the way also benefited greatly.

Xie Xian's carriage business boosted the city's economy and population circulation, and won praise from Bai Lingjun.

Sure enough, before everyone had to wait long, three carriages came on the road. The wide roof of the carriage was covered with coarse cloth to prevent the cold wind from blowing in, and there was a row of seats on each side.

When everyone got on the bus, the driver rejected them severely, refusing to give them hay, coal slag, and branches. He just cleaned the bus!

After Qiao Da begged repeatedly, his small cart was turned upside down in the carriage and finally taken on board. "Humph! For a large cargo like yours, you have to pay at least three big bucks."

Liu Zi sat beside him and said with a smile: "I remember that the car dealership has a service assessment!"

The coachman was startled and changed his words: "But if the car is too dirty, there will be a fine! Who will pay for it then?" He was not afraid.

"They are on a female lord mission this time, so naturally they don't have to pay. But from now on, only those who work in the mines will be exempt from car fees, and everyone else will have to pay two big bucks."

The refugees listened carefully to the conversation between the two people, and they felt relieved. The owner of the mine must be a kind-hearted person since he could send a car to pick them up.

"Wow, such a spacious cart, and it only costs two big coins," the refugees whispered. They had taken carts before, but usually a oxcart would charge two coins per person for a ten-mile journey, and the oxcarts were slow.

The carriage was stable, and the scenery along the road quickly receded as it ran. This feeling was something they had never experienced before.

The driver was not shy, he glanced at Liu Zi and said loudly: "Of course, this business is entirely dependent on the support of the lady, the money we earn is not enough to buy fodder for the horses."

Everyone fell silent after hearing this, and someone who knew the value of the horse said, "Yes, a horse is much more valuable than a donkey. It's rare to get such a good horse to pull a cart."

The two fine horses in front, which were purchased as deposits by aristocratic families, snorted twice. They had nowhere to run before, but now they were running for their lives.

However, since Xie Xian asked Chu Mo to help modify the steering system of the carriage.

By replacing the wheel axle with rollers and spokes, the wheels are more lubricated, running is less labor-intensive, and the load capacity of the vehicle body increases sharply, which also reduces transportation costs in disguise.

So Xie Xian’s car dealership didn’t make much money, but it didn’t lose much money either.

But if it was a long-distance trip, Xie Xian refused because her four-wheeled carriage would wear out the wheels too much and would be even more wasteful on the horse, except for slag roads, cobblestone roads, and dirt roads.

Therefore, all external exports are now by water, and only in Que County can you enjoy such convenient travel services.

As the carriage stopped at the refugee camp, everyone got off one after another and saw the camp manager who had been waiting for them.

Liuzi nodded to the headman and walked towards the city. He was going to make a report. The wall of the Shilipu dignitary was still too low. Fortunately, the people who came this time were refugees.

If I meet other people, who knows what will happen!

The refugee camp ushered in a new wave of noise and bustle. Qiao Da's unknown and uneasy feelings were forgotten after he saw the bathhouse in the refugee camp.

What a joke! Who would let a slave take a hot bath? He thought as he fed his mother a bowl of rice porridge.