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The autumn is clear and the air is clear and cloudless.

Under the bright sunshine, the towering Zongshan lies like a tiger lying on the Weibei Plain, looking down at the Central Plains with a majestic momentum. The continuous mountains are like a huge barrier that embraces the entire Weihe Plain in your arms, blocking the Hungarian and Hu and Quanrong in Hebei, and creating the safest inner-historical capital of the Qin Dynasty.

And to the south of Xianyang, there is a more majestic and continuous mountain. The long mountain ridge is like a winding dragon lying across the earth. Its huge body spans east and west, dividing the Qin Dynasty into two, thus creating the largest regional watershed in China. It was later called the Qinling Mountains and now it is called Zhongnan.

Lingbei is the most prosperous and prosperous Central Plains in China, which is nurtured by a river, and Lingnan is the Jingchu land that is nurtured by a river. The climates are very different from the north and south, and the products and climates are also very different.

It is almost mid-autumn, and the autumn harvest on both sides of the Wei River is already in full swing, and large areas of ripe golden rice are being harvested.

Countless farmers were naked in straw hats, sweating profusely, harvesting crops under the scorching sun. The cut millet and rice were neatly placed in the fields. A threshing machine was whimpering under the control of a group of half-grown children. The removed millet and grain were transported home to dry in a sack or sack in a wheelbarrow. All the things that took care of the shredded grain and the driving of birds were children under seven or eight years old.

In this era, no matter whether the land is north or south, no matter whether the people are old or young, as long as they can walk, they have to participate in labor, and hard work is just to fill the stomach.

In the hot autumn harvest atmosphere, a luxurious caravan came from the southeast. Hundreds of carriages, escorted by hundreds of guards and work slaves, rushed straight to Xianyang under the strong autumn sunshine.

In addition to most of the caravans, there were more than a dozen luxurious single-bridle carriages, and the carriages were all rich and excited.

The first old man with white hair and beards and spirits was Fan Yan, the head of the Fan family in Nanyang. There was also a carriage walking with Fan Yan, and the carriage was Shui Hong, the head of the Shui family in Nanyang.

Looking at the black city with tigers and dragons hanging on the Wei River plain in the distance, and looking at the Great Qin Dragon Flag that was sweeping with the wind on the city tower under the sun, almost all the merchants were so excited that they couldn't help but stand up and watch.

Outside the south gate of Xianyang City, there was also a group of people waiting in the distance.

The leader was a woman in a white dress, and there were some famous merchants in Xianyang around her. Song Yan and Qimao were among them. At that time, when they saw the caravans coming, everyone showed a relaxed smile of relief on their faces, and then they chatted and smiled and greeted them towards the bridge of the Wei River.

Soon the two teams gathered together and bowed to each other at the bridgehead of the Wei River to share their names.

These are all famous merchants from all over the Qin Dynasty, or business leaders who have been famous in various places. Some know some but some don’t know each other, but most of them have heard of each other, so the scenes after meeting are very lively.

Amid the noise, someone suddenly shouted: "Marquis Qinghe is here!"

So everyone suddenly became quiet, and then the crowd scattered and arranged on both sides. A luxurious carriage with four bridles was escorted by a group of guards with tiger backs and bears, passing through the city gate along the main road, and arrived two or three miles apart.

"Meet the Marquis of Qinghe~"

Whether the merchants, the onlookers, or the guards who were escorting the cart, they all respectfully bowed to the young man on the cart, and the work slaves who were pushing the cart even knelt down and bowed to worship.

"Mr. Fan is exempted from gifts, and the second uncle is exempt from gifts, and you are exempt from gifts!"

After the carriage stopped, Chen Xu got off the carriage with a warm smile on his face, and reached out to help Fan Yong, Shui Hong and others up.

After another introduction greeting, Chen Xu smiled and said, "Mr. Fan and all the business colleagues came to Xianyang from afar. They were busy all the way. Let's go to Qinghe Hotel to arrange a rest first. In the evening, I will set up a banquet in the hotel to entertain everyone!"

"Why dare to let the Marquis of Qinghe spend money? We should wait to invite the Marquis of this banquet!" Many merchants immediately answered.

"Haha, you are a guest from afar. When you come to Xianyang, you will naturally be treated by our fellow men from Xianyang. Otherwise, where will we put our face? Do you think of your fellow men from Xianyang?" Chen Xu turned his head and looked at Qi Mao, Song Yan and the merchants who came to greet Xianyang and shouted.

"Yes, the Marquis is right. Mr. Fan and his colleagues came to Xianyang and were afraid that we could not afford to invite food. This banquet will definitely be entertained to eat and drink well!"

"However, there is no reason for guests to treat you. Could it be that Fan Gong is afraid that we will be poor? Don't worry, I have 100,000 business colleagues in Xianyang, and I can't lose face even if I raise money!"

Amid the laughter of a group of merchants in Xianyang, Fan Yong and others bowed to thank him, "Since the fellow members of Xianyang are so enthusiastic, then we should be respectful and obedient. Thank you, if you go to the Central Plains in the future, you will definitely invite you to eat and drink!"

"Haha, this is the truth. The weather is hot. Please, Mr. Fan, please enter the city!" Chen Xu smiled and said loudly, preparing to bring a group of merchants who came from afar into the city.

"Oh, the Marquis is not in a hurry. Although we come from afar, we are not tired. We want to go and see the road built by the Marquis using the method of turning mud into stone..."

"There is also the Wei River Bridge."

"And the water wheel mill!"

"We can't wait to visit the Academy of Sciences and the Factory..."

“There are buses…”

A group of people clamored that they would not want to enter the city, but wanted to visit these things that were promoted countless times by the newspaper. Chen Xu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, I will take you all to visit!"

"Okay, let's have a walk, get on the bus!" A group of merchants from Nanyang and Zhongyuan were so excited that they couldn't help but turn around and climb onto their carriages.

"Mr. Marquis, the trucks behind are all small gifts given to Marquis by our business colleagues who came here this time. I don't respect you. Where do you see where is the right delivery?" Fan Yong pointed to the tightly wrapped trucks in dozens of carriages behind and said.

Looking at this long list of load trucks with sixty or seventy iron axles and wheels, each truck is full and covered tightly. Even dozens of trucks of grain are enough, nearly a thousand stones. Fan Yong and others are rich families, all of whom are hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of dollars. It is impossible to deliver food. Even a truck of salt is worth thousands of dollars, which means that the value of each truck is at least three to five thousand dollars. The combined value of so many cars is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is not a small gift.

"Mr. Fan, is this gift too heavy?" Chen Xu said with a wry smile.

"Not heavy or heavy, we are all participants in the three rules. If it weren't for the Marquis, how could we have today? We will make money with the Marquis in the future. The small gift is just a little bit of gratitude for us. Please don't refuse!"

"The gift is a slight disrespect, please do not refuse!" Shui Hong and several merchants led by the leaders bowed together.

"This... well, I'm disrespectful. Come and lead the way to send these trucks to Qinghe Villa!" Chen Xu had no choice but to call a guard over and ask him to lead the way to take the trucks to the outside of the city and ask him to go to the villa with him. Otherwise, so many gifts will be swept across the city, which may arouse the envy and jealousy of countless people.

After the guards led dozens of trucks to turn around, Chen Xu and Fan Yongshuihong and others got on the bus. Fan Caiying, Qi Mao, Song Yan and other groups of Xianyang merchants were also getting on the bus. The two groups of people gathered together, and nearly seventy cars were storming down the Wei River. First, go to see the cement road near the South Gate.

The road was only two or three miles away, and a group of people arrived in an instant. When they saw a blue-gray flat and straight concrete road on the ground, with fast carriages and wheelbarrows running back and forth, Fan Li and a group of merchants who came from afar could not wait to jump out of the car and carefully watch the cement road that was widely promoted by newspapers and promoted by business travelers from all over the Qin Dynasty.

Not satisfied, many people were lying on the road and touching them carefully with their hands and digging with their nails.

"It's a miracle. I never thought that this hard road surface was poured with sand, gravel and mud?"

"Yes, if this is not a fairy art, then what else is a fairy art in the world?"

"If we could burn a large amount of cement developed by the Marquis, it would be extremely easy to build roads and bridges in the future, and transport goods would be faster. From Nanyang to Xianyang, we would probably be able to arrive in three to five days..."

"Yes, the roadway is rugged and muddy at present, and the roadbeds collapse in many places. It takes nearly twenty days to transport goods. If the roadway is built with this kind of concrete, it is no problem to travel four or five hundred miles a day and a night..."

A group of merchants from Nanyang who had never seen the world and the Central Plains looked back and forth along this cement road that was only two miles long.

The Xianyang merchants who were traveling with him began to carefully introduce the construction process of the road to Fan Yong and others. Half an hour later, a group of people couldn't wait to see the Weihe Bridge under construction.

There were so many merchants, such a big scene, noisy and loud chatting, and the already busy east of the city was suddenly very lively. Seeing that the leader was Qinghehou's carriage, almost everyone along the way stopped to salute. Many merchants heard that business leaders from the Central Plains came to Xianyang, and immediately abandoned their goods and drove horses and carriages to join in the fun. They hoped that they could get familiar with these giant merchants and get some business cooperation and support. Therefore, they could only travel one or two miles, and the following vehicles had already exceeded 100, including countless Xianyang people who were involved in the fun, with a total of more than a thousand people, which caused the patrol of the imperial guards to be nervous, and the sound of bamboo flutes came one after another.

“It’s so spectacular!”
Chapter completed!