I was the heir in ancient times

"Xiao Qi, where were you looking at just now?" Bo Yanliang, covered in rainwater, walked into the gazebo, a few strands of curly black hair were scattered and stuck to the side of the neck due to the violent exercise just now, curving and stretching, Like a few little snakes who don't know how to measure, or some exotic totem, lying on the plump texture covered with water droplets.

Gu Baozhen is too used to seeing such thin and disgusting things. He has been watching since he was a child, and for him, he has not noticed the slightest change because he has been watching it all the time.

He called the servants to hand over the veil and put it on the man's head, and then glanced at Lan Jiumu who followed, and was amazed for a second by Lan Jiumu's face scratched by stones on the ground for no reason. He could see a streak of blood running across Lan Jiumu's expressionless face, and the rain mixed with the color of blood rolled down quickly without a trace.

But Gu Baozhen quickly looked away, handed another handkerchief prepared by his servants to Lan Jiumu, and comforted him normally, saying: "Major General Lan is in a wrestling match for the first time, and he can fight against Yanliang. It is extremely difficult, maybe next time we will beat him."

Lan Jiumu bowed slightly respectfully, and said: "His Royal Highness is over-reputed, and the last general is not on par with Mr. Bo. I am really ashamed."

Gu Yu'an stood up, patted Lan Jiumu on the shoulder, interjected into the conversation of several teenagers, and said with a smile: "Okay, Lan Jiumu, you are so polite, but you have failed my good intention to bring you here, that's all." , I’ve been busy here for a long time, is Jiu Mu going to see the location of your errand with me? Or go with Xiao Qi and the others later?”

Lan Jiumu is not a person with a background. Behind each of his achievements is his blood and sweat, so his future is in his own hands. He needs to judge whether every choice he makes is correct before he can go to the future. better tomorrow.

At this time, it is obviously not the time for him to contact the nobles. After all, the fourth prince is his immediate boss, so the answer is really simple. Lan Jiumu said without hesitation: "I am going to take office immediately!"

"Okay! What I want is your boldness that Old General Li said!" Before the fourth prince walked forward, he rubbed his slightly thin palm on the top of Xiaoqi's head, grabbed his bun, and then pulled it away like the wind , When leaving the gazebo, another servant hurriedly delivered an oil-paper umbrella that was bigger than ordinary people, and braved the rain like beans, he went to the carriage near the wooden door.

Lan Jiumu hastily followed and left. In the shower, he held an umbrella and held the clothes sent by Xianbei soldiers. After walking for an unknown period of time, he looked back inexplicably, and saw two teenagers standing on the gazebo talking. Laughing, the prince in white stretched out his hand to brush Prince Xianbei's hair. The former was half a head shorter than the latter, with his hands raised up, his forearms slender and gentle. He was about to fall into Mr. Bo's arms.

The spring is hazy, the rain is foggy, and Lan Jiumu suddenly realizes what Bo Weiliang said to him just now.

After getting into the fourth prince's carriage, Lan Jiumu didn't dare to sit down, for fear that the water on his body and himself that had rolled and groped in the mud would stain such a noble carriage, but he heard the fourth prince casually say: "Young friend Jiumu, don't Cautious, since you are Xiao Qi's friend, you can be as casual as possible in private, this carriage is nothing more than a dead thing, people are alive, I, Gu Yue'an, have always been indifferent to dead things."

Lan Jiumu didn't go to school for a few days. He was in the army all year round, and the people he met were all rough men. Even he himself adhered to the principle of talking less and doing more, but the capital is always different.

In the center of the world, where the wealth and honor of the world are located, the royal family who lived in such a city naturally spoke euphemistically and nicely, so that he would not feel any discomfort.

But Lan Jiumu still didn't know what he was doing here. Since the fourth prince had expressed his kindness to him over and over again, maybe he could ask a question or two, so Major General Lan pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes that had lost all sharpness , asked: "The fourth prince must be dispatched to Beijing for some important business. From what I just said, it seems that he is going to a certain place. Is it some kind of martial arts training ground?"

The Shu Kingdom has been fighting for several years now, using 20 domestic soldiers and 30 soldiers from the three affiliated countries. All males under the age of 14 in the country do not have to go to the battlefield, so Lan Jiumu thought, maybe the Fourth Prince has recruits here that he needs to bring. , He is not very old, and he can cultivate a deep sense of belonging with all recruits.

But the Fourth Prince shook his head, and said briefly: "I will let you take charge of the construction of a Ministry of Industry."

"Repair the cemetery?"

Since ancient times, all emperors will start to repair the place where they sleep after they die. The tombs of the previous dynasty have already laid down several emperors from the previous dynasty. The last emperor died tragically in the palace. It is said that he was hanged. Jun Nian was still young at the time of the little emperor, but he was only influenced by treacherous officials, so he gave his whole body and sent it to the imperial mausoleum of the previous dynasty. After that, the loess was covered, and the entire imperial mausoleum was sealed under the western mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. Ten years later, The loess on the imperial mausoleum has been trampled on for a long time, and countless trees have grown up, which are connected with the nearby mountains and rivers, forming a seamless one. The original imperial mausoleum is nowhere to be found.

As for the emperor of this dynasty, it seems that he has no intention of repairing the imperial mausoleum. Could it be that he has an idea now?

"No, it's all about repairing things, but what this king said is a great cause for generations to come. I want to connect all the cities of Shu Kingdom with roads within two years. The former official roads can only radiate two or three cities around the capital. In remote areas, the mountain roads are even more rugged, and you have to go over mountains to get there, which is not conducive to traffic." The voice of the fourth prince was calm, "I will give you two years, and I will give you an estimated 50 or more hard labor, can you do it? "

Two years is just enough time to tour all the cities and counties of Shu Kingdom with a horse-drawn carriage, and road construction is still needed, and the process of road construction is more than just walking aside!

"This...two years, Shu Mo will not be able to do it, even if you give him 100 million hard labor, smash the land day and night, pour rice milk, and burn the mellow soil, it will take several months to get from the capital to Tongzhou, how? Can it be completed in two years?" Lan Jiumu spoke directly and never agreed with the rich and powerful.

"I said two years. Of course there is a reason for two years. You will know when you go to see it. Maybe Major General Lan can give me a surprise and complete the task ahead of schedule."

Seeing the Fourth Prince smiled calmly, Lan Jiumu was plunged into a vortex of self-doubt. Where in the world is there such a fast way to build officialdom? !

Seeing that Major General Lan was still puzzled, the Fourth Prince closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the carriage to roll on the bluestone slab and head towards the ferry with slight bumps all the way.

When stopping at the entrance of an ordinary courtyard, the shower just stopped, the fourth prince did not get out of the car, but just threw a waist card to Lan Jiumu, and said: "The place you are going to is here, give them the waist card after entering Look, they know who you are, and they will take care of them from now on."

Lan Jiumu got out of the carriage with a vague understanding, and respectfully watched the fourth prince's carriage leave before he was mentally prepared to knock on the door and enter.

The two servants who opened the door were dressed in official uniforms, hats, and knives around their waists. They were like door gods. They were vicious, but Lan Jiumu didn't even blink his eyes. Holding his waist card in his right hand, he strode into it , as soon as you enter the hospital, the feeling under your feet is different from that outside!

The capital near the wharf does not have stone paving, so when the land station landed on the strangely hard ground, Lan Jiumu's eyes widened instantly, and he realized that the construction of the Ministry of Industry that he would control from now on was by no means a routine as imagined !It's an event that opened up the world!

Lan Jiumu has never seen such a flat and clean ground, without a single crack, and has no idea what it is or how it was made, but it is as indestructible as a rock!

He knelt down and touched the magical ground that will be spread all over the Shu Kingdom in the future, so that all cities, counties and even villages can run on a horse-drawn carriage and arrive quickly and smoothly. He can imagine how many merchants will transport the north and south in the day when the road is completed. !

Only this point can affect the whole body, and drive all vendors to bid benignly. In Hainan, there are so many concubines who are rotten on the ground, and ordinary people can probably afford it occasionally.

Lan Jiumu has traveled from south to north, and he is very aware of the difficulty of transportation. The corn seeds and potato seedlings that the imperial court shipped to various places many years ago arrived in poor cities and counties very late. How many people died of starvation at that time? , how many people have left their homes, countless, time is life.

Another way of thinking, Lan Jiumu can also understand that in the past, the sky was high and the emperor was far away. They probably didn't dare to be too arrogant, the common people were fish and meat, and the imperial power was concentrated invisibly.

To sum it up, it's a lot of money.

Lan Jiumu couldn't show his shock and expectation for the future on his face, but suddenly, some tears filled his eyes.

He could always think of some little fellow telling him that his father and brother had given everything for what he loved, so if he wanted to remember them, he would love the country they gave!

He did indeed do this. He could see such a country that his father and brother believed in moving towards a more brilliant future. Lan Jiumu was happy that his father and brother did not die in vain, and felt very sad that they could not see what they are today.

All the craftsmen, soldiers, and yamen servants in the courtyard recognized that the person who came was the major general that the Fourth Prince had mentioned earlier!The major general is in charge of all affairs of the cement plant, and assigns all the errands of the teams who come to take the task. This is a position with a bright future. Why is the major general crying while touching the cement road?

"Major General, is there something wrong with this...this concrete road?" A white-bearded craftsman came out tremblingly, bowing his knees, looking at the young Major General, his voice trembling.

Lan Jiumu stood up, wiped the water marks on his face with his thumb, and regarded it as rain, without the shame of crying in public, and was full of unstoppable courage to fight hard!

"It's nothing wrong, just happy," he said.

The author has something to say: the patriot Lan Jiumu officially debuted.