Chapter 925 The Corrupt Official of the Son of a Son!
In early April, just as the Ming fleet arrived in Portugal, Zhu Cixuan and his group passed Tongguan and entered Shaanxi.
Because he was worried that someone would recognize him and repeat the matter in Luoyang Prefecture, Zhu Cilang specially asked the Jinyiwei to change his face. The group changed his appearance, as if he was going to do a big ticket.
Since ancient times, a place where military strategists must fight, can attack the Central Plains by advancing here, and can defend the Three Qins by retreating.
During the Chongzhen Dynasty, Tongguan's strategic position was crucial. Sun Chuanting and Hong Chenchou once ambushed Li Zicheng in Nanyuan, Tongguan, which almost killed Li Zicheng. He lost his wife and son and led only seventeen people to flee to Shangluo Mountain.
After a long period of war, Tongguan was seriously damaged, and the previous Tongguan Guards were basically occupied by soldiers, and the economic development was slow.
Since Zhu Cilang ascended the throne, he appointed Sun Chuanting as the governor of Shaanxi, implemented the new Tianwu policy, promoted the mobility and independent operation of the people, Tongguan, with an excellent location, has developed into a bustling small city, radiating strong vitality.
During his tenure, Sun Chuanting not only implemented the Tianwu New Policy to restore people's livelihood, but also rebuilt Tongguan City, Huayin City, Xi'an City Wall, Hanjiang Shoals and other places, connecting Tongguan this "point" with Xi'an Provincial Capital to prevent the recurrence of Li Zicheng.
In the city of Guancheng, Zhu Cixuan and others walked into a car shop called "Shunfeng" and prepared to rent a carriage to go to Xi'an.
The carriages were approaching the official road, and the square in front of the door was flat and wide, with crowds of people, and various horse and ox carriages were parked.
Some cars and horses also have signs erected next to them, with destinations written on them, and most of these are transported from a long distance.
Next to the car dealer is a Civil Information Bureau, which is a public square with the ride-sharing dealer. There are also many carriages parked in front of the door, and a large number of civilians are loading goods up and down.
The Civil Information Bureau, also known as the private post office, began in the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty and was first created by merchants from the Ningbo Gang. Its business includes mailing letters, items, and handling exchanges. It is very common in the Jiangnan area.
During the Tianwu period, as the people lived and worked in peace and business became increasingly developed, the scale of the Minsheng Bureau was expanding, and the Royal Group participated in the shares. There were thousands of Minsheng Bureaus in the Ming Dynasty, with institutions spread throughout the country and Asia where overseas Chinese lived, forming three categories: Mainland Information Bureau, Merchant Shipping Information Bureau and Overseas Chinese Information Bureau. (The Overseas Chinese Information Bureau specifically serves the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Expatriate)
The largest Civil Information Bureau has a main store in Shanghai, the commercial center, and all provincial and provincial prefectures have branches and agency stores. The joint operations between the Civil Information Bureaus form the Ming Dynasty's private communication network.
Traveling and shipping goods is a hard need of the military and civilians, and no one can avoid it.
Around the Car Store and the Civil Information Bureau, various livelihood projects such as inns, tea shops, restaurants, warehouses, and horse stores are operated, providing services and commercial freight transportation for passing guests, forming a distinct industrial chain.
Before the ride-hailing carriage, the carriages and horses were in and out. Zhu Cixuan was on one of the carriages, and they followed the official road all the way west.
Inside the carriage, Zhu Cilang looked out of the carriage from time to time, sighing in his heart that Shaanxi's development is still good, far better than he imagined. All of this is attributed to the former governor Sun Chuanting. (Sun Chuanting was transferred to the Western Protectorate)
However, there are also things that make Zhu Cilang dissatisfied, such as this official road.
Because the road was bumpy, the carriage began to bump. Zhu Cixuan couldn't help but frown and said, "How did this local official build the road?"
The coachman heard it in front of him and smiled and said, "When Sun Futai was in office, the road was smooth and smooth, and it was very exciting to run. Now, I will suffer when I returned to the Chongzhen Dynasty!"
There are very few local people who live in Tongguan, most of whom are garrisoned soldiers from other places and descendants of generals. Therefore, the people of Tongguan are very straightforward and generous, and rarely speak in a roundabout way.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Cixuan's heart moved, moved forward slightly, and said to the driver: "Brother, what's this saying? Is the current official not building roads?"
According to the court's assessment, road construction is one of the main criteria for local officials to assess political achievements. As long as you still want to be an official, there is no reason not to build roads!
"It's just that I've practiced, but I've practiced too frequently!"
While whipping the whip and shouting at the carriage, the coachman said, "Damn, these new styles of Wanyou Changqing Road (cement road) are not as good as the dirt roads before!"
He said again: "The imperial court allocates funds to build the eternal eternal road. When you arrive at the place, you are divided up layer by layer. It would be great if you can use it for two or three percent of the road construction!"
Tofu project?
Zhu Cixuan said in surprise: "How did you know? Is it based on guessing or is there any reliable news?"
The coachman's tone suddenly increased: "Is it necessary to guess? The broken roads built by the government were very glamorous and flat when they were just repaired. We ordinary people celebrated with drums and drums, and raised money for the archway of merit for officials!"
As he was talking, the coachman started to curse: "As a result, in less than half a year, the merit archway has not been built, the road was destroyed and became bumpy, and even a donkey cart could roll the road out of a big hole! If an official has no corners, who would believe that he would be greedy for money!"
Zhu Cilang was silent. How could he make a difference when he worked hard in the capital and the cabinet?
The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Can the imperial court not restrain him here?
Seeing that the young man stopped talking, the coachman said again: "You don't know, ten years ago, during Sun Chuanting and Sun Futai's ten-year-old ten-year-old service, many of the roads built have been completely complete and complete until now!"
Zhu Cixuan suddenly said: "According to what I understand, this everlasting road can last at least ten years. Logically speaking, the road that Sun Futai built should only last seven or eight years now. Why are some roads rotten?"
The coachman smiled and said, "Our Xi'an Prefecture is the ancient capital of the Thirteenth Dynasty. I don't know how many nobles were buried below. Sometimes, when building roads, some treasures were dug by accident. Then, when building roads, they just dug holes to find treasures, no one filled them. Some official roads were destroyed and there were bumps everywhere!"
Zhu Cixuan said curiously: "Don't the local government repair these roads?"
The coachman waved his whip, shouted, and continued to reply: "Repair, of course they repair it. This is the way for others to make money, how can they not repair it?"
"But the road construction of an official is to symbolically fill two shovels of sand. Even if it is repaired, the road will be "stormlessly washed away" after a few heavy rains. The officials can naturally ask the court for the money for the road construction..."
The coachman hummed twice and sighed, "This road construction is just a fat man, there is no risk, but he is very busy, and he is often damaged and repaired, and he keeps silver in all seasons..."
After hearing this, Zhu Cilang was so angry that his lungs hurt. These corrupt officials raised by bitches! Dogs can't change their shit!
Chapter completed!