"A major event that happened because of you, and is closely related to you, in the South?"
Everyone was slightly stunned.
Nan Luoying frowned slightly and asked, "Is it my grandfather and his family?"
Zhao Xin shook his head slightly when he heard this: "I don't know."
No, in fact, he knew it probably had nothing to do with General Nan.
Because my direction was wrong, the direction of General Nan and the others at this time was not much different from the direction they were heading.
Bingzhou. There was also Bingzhou in the ancient Chinese world. It had the same name but a significantly different geographical location.
Of course, the geographical shape of the Qin Dynasty in this world is different. Although in addition to Yuezhou and Nanman Protectorate, which were established later, the Qin Dynasty also has thirteen provinces.
But Bingzhou is in Daqin, and indeed it is to the east of the capital. It also has no borders. The reason why it is also called Bingzhou is probably because the original author had a flash of inspiration when naming it.
Or maybe it can be said that there is a divine will in all things.
Anyway, there is a Bingzhou, which is located to the east of the capital of Qin, across a small part of Qizhou.
The general topographical features of the entire state are mountains, hills, forests and river networks.
The whole thing is a mountain surrounded by water, and the water surrounds the mountain, the scenery is excellent.
There are many famous places of interest in the state.
Therefore, the drought here is not as severe as in Gyeonggi and Qizhou.
This made everyone feel a little better.
However, at a glance, there are mostly mountains and few paddy fields. Many places are sparsely populated, and you can often only see scattered houses in a valley after riding for dozens of miles.
Fortunately, although these mountain people are poor, they can still get by.
Nan Luoying and Xiao Cui had seen the misery of refugees everywhere along the way. Suddenly, seeing that this place, although a little deserted, had a poetic and picturesque atmosphere of mountains, rivers, and pastoral idylls, they couldn't help but become lively.
The master and servant galloped along the way, chasing deer and rabbits, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.
Zhao Xin and others were very happy to see this.
"Everyone says Bingzhou is a barren land, but I wonder how it compares to the so-called prosperous Central Plains like Qizhou and Jingji."
Nan Luoying was tired from playing, so she finally returned to Zhao Xin. Looking at the scenery, she couldn't help but ask.
Zhao Xin chuckled when he heard this.
"Where are you looking?"
Zhao Xin almost didn't have the heart to ruin her good mood when he heard that, but when he looked up, he saw a few thin fields not far away, where three generations of a family seemed to be working.
It looked like he was weeding, but from time to time the hoe would make a "clang" sound, and it was obvious that he had hit a stone or something.
Nan Luoying frowned slightly, but was a little confused.
"What's wrong? Although their lives are not easy, they are still better than those refugees, right?"
"Yes, they are better than refugees, but do you know why?"
Zhao Xin asked with a smile.
Nan Luoying frowned in thought.
However, Xiao Cui beside her became more and more courageous and whispered, "Master, is it because they didn't suffer any disaster?"
Zhao Xin shook his head and said absentmindedly, "No, it's because the aristocratic families and the powerful look down on this place, and the local landlords have scattered fields and cannot make a living.
So even though the mountain people lived in poverty, they could always barely make ends meet. If things really got out of hand, they would go up the mountain to dig up some tree roots and bark, and few of them would starve to death.
But such a place is not good for the country."
Zhao Xin sighed as he spoke, and seeing Nan Luoying's expression change slightly, he knew that she had figured out the key.
Xiao Cui asked blankly, "Why is it useless?"
“Without output, there is no tax revenue. Moreover, the transportation here is poor, and the mountain people often die without interacting with each other, so transactions are rare and there is no circulation.
Without taxation and circulation, what good is it to the country? "
Zhao Xin gave a wry laugh and continued, "Originally, my plan was to mobilize the power of the aristocratic families to develop Bingzhou. This would provide the world with another source of wealth."
"But now I suddenly feel like, I don't know if I should do this?"
"Xiao Cui, what do you think?"
Zhao Xin suddenly turned around and asked.
"Ah, me?"
Xiao Cui was startled. She had never expected the emperor to ask her such a question. She was a rather bold girl, but suddenly she was afraid to speak. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said, "Let's not do it. Isn't it better to let the common people have a place like this where they can at least survive?"
"yes."
Zhao Xin nodded slightly and murmured softly.
Nan Luoying was startled and glared at Xiao Cui, saying, "Don't talk nonsense, Your Majesty. Why are you asking her? What does a little girl like her know?"
Zhao Xin shook his head indifferently and continued, "Xiao Cui's words make sense.
However, if the roads here are built, many things in the mountains can be sold.
If those mountains were turned into terraced fields, the entire Qin Dynasty would have tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of hectares of fertile farmland. The output of these fertile fields could provide food for tens of thousands of people in Qizhou, Jizhou, and the capital."
"ah?"
Xiao Cui was stunned when she heard his description. Even Nan Luoying, Li Cunxiao, Cao Xiong, and the Nan family's guards were shocked.
"Is this really possible?"
A guard from the Nan family asked subconsciously, and only after asking did he realize his identity and quickly apologized.
Zhao Xin waved his hand, then nodded and said, "It can be done. As long as the roads here are built, even if the mountains here cannot grow rice, we can still grow mulberry trees, oil tea, tea trees, and sweet potatoes.
You can raise chickens and pigs.”
Zhao Xin's eyes sparkled as he painted pictures of bountiful harvests.
Everyone couldn't help but be fascinated and yearn for it.
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