1635 Han style rises again

Chapter 92 Great Construction ([-])

Pan Qifeng is a new immigrant from Ming Dynasty this time. He is from Huai'an. He is thirty-two years old.But over the years, the family fortune gradually declined.Years ago, Zhang Xianzhong defeated Fengyang, and the court was shaken.Under the strict order of the Ministry of War, the troops from various nearby ministries rushed to suppress.

However, soldiers pass like combs, and thieves pass like fences.Around Fengyang, all the prefectures and counties in Huaibei suffered from military disasters.Pan Qifeng and his family prepared to flee from Huai'an to Yangzhou, and they were displaced all the way. His wife and children were separated one after another, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Finally, when a group of refugees traveled to Hai'an, they encountered shipowners soliciting immigrants to settle in Nanyang.Pan Qifeng, who was dying of hunger, gritted his teeth and followed the refugees onto the boat in order to have a bite to eat.

As a result, when they arrived in Batavia, the shipowner sold more than [-] of them to others.After drifting by boat for more than [-] days, I came to Jianye City.

But the question is, can this place also be called a city?There are vast forests everywhere, just a small area by the sea, and it looks like a big construction site, and the residences inside are also wooden houses.This might not be the overseas base of some armed force who fled here from Daming.

Early this morning, while having breakfast, a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys came and announced to their immigrants from Daming that after a while, everyone had to register the jobs they knew and were good at.

Pan Qifeng knew that they wanted to select useful craftsmen or craftsmen from among the immigrants.So what kind of category is it if you have read books and entered school?

"Name, place of origin, what will you do?" Ding Chuangen didn't lift his head, holding a pen in his hand to record the registered immigration information.

"Pan Qifeng, a person from Huai'an, um..., has read books, can settle accounts..., others,...can also farm." After waiting for less than a stick of incense, it was Pan Qifeng's turn. He hesitated, and lightly Said softly.

"Huh?" Ding Chuangen raised his head and looked at Pan Qifeng, with a thin face (almost all immigrants here look like this), with a few beards under his chin, with a calm but slightly depressed expression.

"How long have you read?" Ding Chuangen asked.At this time, in the entire camp, it seems that only Qi Tian has read books, and his knowledge is quite mixed, he understands everything, and can almost answer all the questions of their young people. He has always been their teacher and personal idol in reading and writing.

Now, one of these immigrants has read books, and Ding Chuangen immediately admired him.

"When I was young, I was enlightened at the age of five, and I have been in my twenties, but I failed to win the first place. I have been in a hurry until now." Pan Qifeng said, feeling a little sad.

"Goose, dog! Come here!" Ding Chuangen heard Pan Qifeng say that he has been studying for more than 15 years, which is almost as old as Qi Tian.Then wouldn't he be more capable, so he yelled at the dog who was registering next to him.

"What's your name!" Gouzi muttered dissatisfiedly, "I have a tuba. My fourth uncle gave me a tuba, Qi Yuanshan." Saying that, he walked over.

"All right, all right!...Qi Yuanshan! This man said he has studied for 15 years!" Ding Chuangen pointed to Pan Qifeng and said to Gouzi.

"Really?" Qi Yuanshan looked at Pan Qifeng seriously, "Then you come with me." After speaking, he led Pan Qifeng to the wooden house where Qitian lived.Since he is a scholar, the fourth uncle must be very rare.

Pan Qifeng followed the short-haired boy, walked through the busy center of the camp, and walked towards a neat wooden house area.On the way, he saw many immigrants from the Ming Dynasty who came here with him. They were divided into groups, led by those old immigrants, who were digging pits, or carrying wood, or making bricks.The entire camp is like a huge ant nest, everyone is distributed in different nests, working hard.

Qi Tian is sitting in a small wooden house, compiling the operating specifications of the building structure.He decided to set up a professional construction team first, from house design, to foundation (or foundation pit) excavation, construction and construction, and finally even simple decoration.In all links, he will let the operators work in accordance with the norms.

He dare not expect that this construction team can achieve one floor in three days like later generations, and complete a building in less than 20 days.At the very least, a row of residential houses of about [-] square meters should be completed within three days.

"Pan Qifeng, isn't it?" Qi Tian looked at this real scholar of Ming Dynasty with great interest, he didn't seem to be as pedantic as he imagined, but instead had a melancholy look that had gone through many vicissitudes.

"Back to the little boss, I'm under Pan Qifeng."

Well, there is no such thing as the cowardly and naive words of ordinary people, and it seems neither humble nor overbearing.

"What do you think will happen to Daming in the future?" Qi Tian suddenly asked an unexpected question.

"Da Ming... is dying!" Pan Qifeng shook his head and said with a sigh.

Hey, talent!I come from later generations, and I know that the Ming Dynasty will not be alive for a few years, and you, a native of the Ming Dynasty, also know that the dynasty is about to change!

"Who will replace him?" Qi Tian continued to ask.

"...something like Liu Bang, the big man!"

Qi Tian nodded, not in recognition.In this era, no one would believe that Hou Jin would finally live in the Central Plains and sweep the world.After all, at this time, the refugee forces in Daming, Gao Yingxiang, Zhang Xianzhong, etc. were surging, although they were repeatedly pressed to the ground by the officers and soldiers.But they were always suppressed and never killed, and they never died after being hit, and they revived after a while, causing trouble everywhere.

"Then what do you think is our most important job here?" Qi Tian asked.

"Self-sufficiency, maintain self-protection." Pan Qifeng said.Through conversations with the old immigrants, I learned that they have only settled here for more than two months, which is not yet a firm foothold.

"Well, not bad!" Qi Tian is very satisfied. He has read books, is not pedantic, knows current affairs, and understands people's livelihood. He will definitely be a good helper in managing the local area in the future.

"Yuanshan, take Mr. Pan to the agricultural side and find some people to help him. From now on, he will be responsible for the agricultural production gradually." Qi Tian turned his head and said to Qi Yuanshan (the dog).

Now that nearly 2000 more immigrants have come, the [-] mu of land previously opened up must not be enough.He plans to use the winter slack time to develop another [-] to [-] acres of land in one go.In spring (around August), all crops are planted, including wheat, corn, sorghum, potatoes, sweet potatoes, soybeans, etc.

The harvest in the first year will definitely be bleak, but it doesn’t matter, it’s time to open up wasteland and raise land. By the way, test what crops are suitable for planting in the nearby fields, and lay the foundation for sowing again in the second year.There are still few people now, and they can take money to Batavia to buy food to feed everyone.In the future, when there are more people, we must achieve food self-sufficiency.

Moreover, according to the latitude of Jianye City, Qi Tian estimated that the crops in the fields could be grown twice a year, or three times every two years.After the soil force is gradually activated, and then artificially composted and bred, it should be possible to produce enough grain in the ground to cope with the slowly increasing population.

"Huzi, run to the indigenous tribes of the Black Valley. They only need to send 70 to [-] people to carry carbon every day. As for the extra people, let them build a road to us, and we will take care of the labor for one day. Two meals." Qi Tian found Niu Hu and said so.

Now that there are horses and mules, it would be a waste of manpower if a carriage were not used.Considering that the Black Valley Coal Mine is [-] to [-] kilometers away from Jianye City, it is quite difficult to build a road.

But it should not be difficult to build a dirt road.There is only one forest along the way, and the rest are meadows and wilderness.The trees were cut down, the small soil bags were dug, and a simple dirt road was built to avoid streams and valleys.When the production expands in the future, there will be a large amount of cement, and then it will be hardened.

After arranging the road construction, Qi Tian took the paper craftsman "borrowed" from Batavia to the outskirts of the camp to select a site.He plans to build a paper workshop as soon as another large brick kiln is completed.

It is not expected to produce white writing paper, let alone high-end rice paper, at least to produce slightly soft facial paper.Nima, I have been in this world for more than three months, and I have never wiped my butt with paper.Grass roots, sticks, stones..., that feeling, why is it a little shameful!No, I must regain the sense of superiority I used to have as a modern person, and live a quality life!

(End of this chapter)