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

Xie Xian understood that no matter whether it was road construction or land reclamation, all the problems would come back to her. There was no way out because her second wife had the largest property and needed the most people.

But she felt that manpower could not be wasted, and she had to go back and make some plans.

Xie Xian didn't think she was possessed by the Virgin Mary, and she didn't want to support so many people.

She had something on her mind, so she said hello and left.

Only You Chun was left facing Xie An's indifferent gaze.

Zhi Mo behind Xie An tensed his body and stared at You Chun vigilantly. This man was not a simple one and he had a strong murderous aura. He didn't know where Madam Xian found him from.

Xie An walked slowly past You Chun with an elegant posture and a clear gaze, as if he thought he was just an ordinary steward of the Xie family.

You Chun lowered his eyes, and Xie An walked away. He straightened up and looked at him from afar: "Disciple of Wensheng?" He was not mistaken about the distance Xie Xian had deliberately kept. There must be something between the two of them.

Entering the Baoshu Hall, Xie An glanced back and bowed: "The man just now is the vassal of the second house, You's eldest son. This man has been doing business in other places for many years, his whereabouts are uncertain, and he has some relationship with Qingxin Garden."

Xie An sat down sideways, picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying, "The smell of that person is not very pleasant."

"The smell of blood is a bit strong, probably from gangsters," Zhi Mo didn't care. He looked submissive on the surface, but he was as ruthless as those gangsters.

Xie An usually interacted with mostly scholars and literati, but because of his Confucian connections, he also had some contact with various martial arts sects.

During this period, class divisions were not so obvious. In order to raise their own status, some people invented the so-called upper nine classes and lower nine classes.

Many clans and schools, hundreds of schools of thought communicated with each other and merged, giving rise to various new ideas.

The clan did not have the kind of disgust and prejudice towards people in the underworld that people in later generations had.

"Check," Xie An would not allow any uncontrollable factors around Xie Xian. He didn't like things that he couldn't control.

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Xie Xian had no idea that there were people who cared more about You Chun than she did, but she no longer cared about it.

What is worrying her now is that the winter coal has been sold and turned into various materials stored in the Black Stone Guard warehouse, but this is far from enough. She asked Xie Yun, and the corvée labor is true.

Emperor Qi was ambitious and loved to hear people praise him the most.

The war in the north hasn't even ended yet, but he already wants people to build a palace. There are always some unexpected problems every day.

It is already difficult for the common people at the bottom of society to survive, and it is really miserable that they have to deal with such an emperor who abuses the people's power.

Half of the 365 days in a year were spent in corvee labor, not to mention that at that time, people had to bring their own dry food on the way to do corvee labor. Can you believe it?

In order to avoid labor service, the people in one place were willing to cut off their own hands and feet, and they called them "lucky hands and lucky feet".

Xie Xian was stunned when she heard this. Why hasn’t he been hacked to death yet after all this? This damn emperor.

But compared to the last Emperor Sheng who forcibly seized his brother's wife, Emperor Qi can be considered a wise ruler. Xie Xian was amazed. Is this the tallest among the short ones? She could only say one word, 6.

In order to appease the refugees, a road construction team was set up the next day to pave the coal slag road and continue to build roads in the area designated by Xie Xian, including but not limited to the two roads to the east and west of Que County.

The fabric workshop also started recruiting new employees. Xie Xian paid very little salary, but she provided them with a meal, which gave them a chance to catch their breath.

After the second snow of winter fell, Xie Xian was ready to set off. For her, this route was her first battle after taking over Xing Jun. Since she was already here, how could she not experience the feeling of leading troops into battle.

However, within an hour she regretted it, "Oh my god, the floor of this oxcart is still too thin!"

In her previous life, Xie Xian was also a northerner who couldn't survive without heating in the winter.

She wrapped herself in the quilt and shivered. After a while, Qingdai brought in a small charcoal stove and placed it beside the table. The car gradually became warmer.

Xie Xian took a deep breath, and looked through the crack in the car window at the red faces of the guards walking outside. She felt like a real waste.

The temperature was only about 1-2 degrees above zero, but Xie Xian felt like she was freezing to death, but not dead yet.

This time, Xie Xian only brought 1,500 people, considering the places they needed to visit had "simple folk customs", the most important of which was the border between Que County and Pingcheng.

The other three mountains and twelve villages are basically in cahoots with each other, so it is not good for her to bring too few people. After all, if she fails in the wild, she will be laughed to death.

Xie Xian was now speechless as she looked at the tall and thin man in front of her crying with snot and tears. "Woo woo~~~ Please save the dozen people in Hutou Village!"

The linen shirt that the man was wearing was extremely ill-fitting. Although the catkins were not visible underneath, it was lifted up a lot. Xie Xian could see his ankles covered with frostbite only by lowering her head a little.

This was such a miserable situation that the Blackstone Guards only sent five skilled scouts up the mountain to check out the situation before they reached the foot of the mountain.

According to the information provided by the old man with the scar, this is a small village with less than a hundred people. They usually make a living by farming in the mountains and forests. In order to avoid customs duties and corvee labor, they went up the mountain and established a name, calling themselves Hutou Village.

After hearing the news, Xie Xian originally planned to bypass it, as it seemed that the village was in a very bad state. As a result, five people went up the mountain and six came down.

They happily welcomed Xie Xian and the others.

Then, the so-called "bandit" leader saw the Black Stone Guards and cried so sincerely that those who didn't know him would think he had met his own mother.

Xie Xian was sitting in the main room which was drafty on all sides, with a tiger-skin chair under her butt. It looked quite impressive from a distance, but Xie Xian felt very uncomfortable. This tiger-skin is so dirty, has it been washed? Could there be any small animals hiding in it?

She moved uneasily. Seeing that the man in front of her had been crying for almost a cup of tea and had not yet gotten to the point, Xie Xian was a little annoyed: "Where are those people you mentioned!"

"They were arrested, and my son was only six years old!..." He was very sad, but he just couldn't get to the point.

"Who arrested him? How many people were there in total? When did it happen?" Xie Xian was too lazy to listen to his chatter. With such an IQ, she didn't know how he managed to get to the position of a leader.

Seeing the impatience on her face, the man shrank his neck. He was a little scared and didn't dare to look up at Xie Xian. He answered honestly one by one.

"What kind of place is this Qionglou Village?" Xie Xian became interested.

The man's eyes flashed with resentment. "The village is right at the intersection of Pingcheng Road. It used to be a tiankeng, but since last year, it has been occupied by someone and transformed into a natural moat, and named Qionglou Village!"

Xie Xian glanced at Si Ji, who nodded. There seemed to be such a place on the map. It was originally a tiankeng, but it was very deep inside, with underground tunnels crisscrossing in all directions. If you were not careful, you would get lost. It was a place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack.