I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 223 Mint Awell, the Danish Ambassador's Careful Thoughts

Just when Valeria started researching compressed food according to His Majesty's idea, Avel was living a leisurely life.

The mint has been working like a day for several years, and there is nothing to mention. Recently, Awell has been paying attention to the brick smelting factory next to him.

As time passed, even the brick factory was not as simple as before. The factory shed was erected, and the workers had a better place to rest, and the rain would not rain on the equipment.

And the good news from my brother is that the nobles have won a big victory!
The Transportation Bureau was forced to stop asking the nobles for money. At the same time, the Parliament issued a decree that tolls were charged for roads laid by the state across counties, cross-Great, and cross-state roads.

The country is about to pave the road?

Avel looked puzzled.

Then he inquired about it, and what surprised him was that the paving of roads was planned by Vorontsov, Minister of General Affairs of the Privy Council, and implemented by the Transportation Bureau, and the material used was actually this red brick?
"Phelpwich, show me your bricks."

I have been seeing this nobleman recently, and there is nothing wrong with it. Felpvic is no longer as afraid of this nobleman as he was at the beginning.

"Yes, my lord."

Felpvic and some workers moved out some red bricks and displayed them in front of Awell.

Aweil got off his horse and walked over to have a look, then spread the red bricks on the ground, glued them together with some wet mud from the river, and then jumped on the horse.

When I looked back, the bricks had been scattered and out of shape.

Awell shook his head and asked Felpvic:

"Phelpovich, do you know how to pave a road with red bricks?"

Felpvic shook his head and said, "Master, we don't know. The Traffic Bureau should know about this. After all, the red bricks are sold to the Traffic Bureau."

Aweir smiled, and didn't take it seriously. He had never seen adhesives abroad. Although it was stronger than river mud, it couldn't withstand long-term and large-scale trampling.

The Privy Council actually wants to use red bricks to pave the road. I have to say, is the Minister of Internal Affairs and Services confused?

Fortunately, the aristocrats protested against this matter, which frustrated the traffic bureau's plan to take money from the aristocrats.

Two days later, his brother Astello wrote a letter asking him to go back and meet an officer of the Caspian Fleet who had returned to Moscow. Avel went despite his reluctance.

That night, he rested in St. Petersburg. Anyway, the noble officer was going to stay in Moscow for a while, and he was not in a hurry.

The next day, I rode back slowly on horseback.

If he is not in a hurry, Aville is unwilling to take a carriage, because he thinks that riding a horse can show his heroic appearance.

But not long after he was on the road, Awell felt a little strange.

He took a road that he often takes from St. Petersburg to Moscow. In winter, there is a snowfield here, which can be walked more smoothly by horse-drawn sled.

But it’s not winter now, and Aweil not only saw a place being knocked, but he walked over and saw that there were a lot of red bricks piled up not far away.

Avel couldn't help being taken aback.

In his opinion, paving the road with red bricks was a stupid idea, but the Privy Council just did it?
And it's still on the common road from St. Petersburg to Moscow. Isn't Vorontsov afraid that His Majesty will blame him if he sees it?
Awell was about to walk over to take a closer look, when a man in a black uniform came up suddenly and shouted:

"What are you doing, go away, watching is not allowed here!"

Aweir was stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with anger. He gave the man a cold look, and said proudly:

"My name is Avel, from the Varogyev family."

Avel thinks that he doesn't need to say too much, and that's enough. As long as he is in Moscow, no one has heard of the Varogiyev family, but the man just glanced at him and continued:
"Go away! The Privy Council ordered that no one should watch, no matter who you are."

The voice is still brutal.

Even more uniformed people gathered here.

When Avel saw one of them, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, because he knew one of them in a black uniform, who belonged to the Yusupov family.

So, these uniformed people are nobles?Even boyar nobles?
Awell left silently, but after walking a little further, he still glanced here.

When he just approached, he saw a few craftsmen laying bricks on the planed place. Not only did he not recognize the strange tools, but he also didn't recognize the off-white viscous object that was smeared between the two red bricks. .

After Avel left, the noble boy of the Yusupov family chatted and laughed with others. He belonged to the Yusupov family and the others belonged to the Transportation Bureau.

In fact, the rules of the Privy Council are not so strict, and nothing will be revealed just by taking a look.

Even they themselves knew nothing about the viscous thing, only that it was shipped from Moscow.

As for their expulsion of Awell, it was because they all saw that he was a nobleman. In terms of raising money, except for the Yusupov family who is still low-key and ordered by Dalier to keep quiet, the nobles do nothing. The children of the Yusupov family, who were blood-soaked, were also members of the Transportation Bureau, and they didn't like to see the children of the nobles.

Naturally, if you can give a color, you will give it a color.

Avel was riding a horse with a gloomy expression on his face. The Yusupov family was a top aristocrat. No matter how he looked at it, he would not be a serf. It would be too rude to treat the nobles like this directly.

Then Awell sneered, because the road paved with red bricks was very long and ten meters wide. Such a big movement, when the carriage of His Majesty and the Empress drove back to St. Petersburg, it was impossible not to be noticed.

And before His Majesty returns, this place will definitely be trampled beyond recognition. When His Majesty asks the crime, what about the Privy Council, and those who should be from the Transportation Bureau just now will all be punished.

Thinking of this, Awell's mood suddenly improved.

Especially when he saw some road sections, after the bricks were paved, there were sticky objects pressed on them, and he laughed even more.

When Avel returned to Moscow, he didn't even bother to shake his head, because it was like this all the way.

Back in Moscow, Avel did not go back immediately, but changed into a carriage in Moscow and turned around, and found that some places did not see this kind of work, and some places, especially where the water transport hit the river , this kind of construction is everywhere.

"Crazy, must be crazy!"

Awell was really stunned, and then shuddered. The Privy Council dared to do this in Moscow, and the news he inquired included cross-county, cross-grad, and cross-state. Nationwide?

Awell didn't have time to think, and immediately returned to the mansion.

The first time they saw their brother Astello, the two brothers seemed to have a tacit understanding, and said at the same time:

"The Minister of Internal Affairs is in big trouble!"

The news of using red bricks to pave the road was spread from ten to ten, and soon spread all over the noble circle. The nobles gloated and waited to see the day when Vorontsov was dismissed. Some nobles even started operations and couldn’t wait. Want to see into the Privy Council.

The news quickly reached Peter's ears. When he heard that red bricks were laid under the cement, Peter was stunned for a moment.

Frowning, looking back at the memory of the cement road, it seems that there is no such dry method as laying bricks under the cement.

Peter remembers setting the base-level dividing line on the road section to be paved. Because the cement is soft, gravel and pebbles will be added in some places for hardening treatment, and the cement cannot directly contact the soil. flat.

Peter frowned, and found the copy of the decree presented to him by the Privy Council. Under his order, all documents presented to him must be made in duplicate. Keep it for your records.

No matter what the outside world says, paving cement roads is a national plan. If you want to get rich, you must first build roads. For Russia, with its huge territory and the imminent Seven Years War, it is far more than just being rich.

When cement roads are spread all over Russia's main traffic arteries, Peter believes that whether it is transporting food, weapons or troops, it is much faster than water transport, and it can almost ignore the seasons.

Sitting in the office for a while, Peter quickly found the documents presented by the Privy Council, which were all sorted, and then Peter took out Vorontsov's.

There was indeed a document, and I had indeed read it and stamped it.

But when Peter looked at it again, he couldn't help but frowned, and said to the herald, "Go and ask the Minister of Internal Affairs and Services."

Vorontsov arrived soon, with a full complexion, obviously immersed in the sense of accomplishment in doing practical things.

Peter threw the document presented by Vorontsov to him again and said:

"Minister of Internal Affairs and Communications, you have a good idea of ​​laying red bricks under the concrete, but this should not be done outside Moscow and St. Petersburg."

Vorontsov was a little puzzled and said: "Your Majesty, why? Isn't red brick laying more conducive to the smoothness and firmness of the road?"

Peter was a little speechless, first said something:

"Have you considered Duke Daliye's feelings in this way of consuming red bricks?"

If Daleye knew that Vorontsov used red bricks so extravagantly and wastefully, he would definitely scold Vorontsov behind his back.

On national affairs, Peter didn't really consider Dalier's feelings, but this approach was unnecessary.

Peter said:
"In Moscow and St. Petersburg, you can mix crushed stones and gravel around the red bricks, but the red bricks are the main ones. In other places, you don't use red bricks. You use crushed stones and gravels combined with cement. Once solidified, it is strong enough to last a long time."

gravel... grit...

Vorontsov's eyes lit up.

He used red bricks as the foundation. On the one hand, it was stronger, and on the other hand, he tried his best to prevent the cement from being uneven after it set. This is the result of his own observation.

But he didn't expect to use crushed stone and gravel. In this way, if feasible, the cost can indeed be greatly reduced.

Vorontsov immediately took orders: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

At the same time, some ambassadors to Russia also saw these strange things going on in Russia.

Some of these ambassadors bribed the nobles, and some had other sources of information, and soon learned that all of these were orders from the Privy Council.

This order seems to have spread to the whole of Russia.

Ambassadors stationed in Russia have always been very concerned about decrees from the Privy Council or other high-level institutions, which is also one of their responsibilities.

On this day, the Austrian Minister Count Bernice, the Prussian Ambassador Madefield, the French Ambassador Breteuil, the British Ambassador Keith, and the Danish Ambassador Count Linel all gathered together.

In addition to these ambassadors, there is a new face, Sir Charles Hanbury William, also the British ambassador.

When the former ambassador leaves and the new ambassador arrives, a high-level ball will be held according to the usual practice to express the farewell of the departing ambassador and the welcome of the new ambassador.

The British ambassador, Keith, is about to leave, but she doesn't really want to.

If it is said that when he first took office, Keith was full of reluctance, even during the reign of the Russian Empress Elizabeth, he was doing routine work in Russia, which was lackluster.

However, since the co-ruling of the two emperors, Russia seems to have received the attention of the Virgin Mary. Even though Peter III was idle and indifferent to government affairs, the same changes still occurred in Russia.

The establishment of small, middle and high schools, the establishment of orphanages, and the establishment of newspapers abroad, etc. These changes have almost nothing to do with diplomacy, but they involve Keith's attention.

Especially lately in this savage place.

No, it can no longer be called barbaric. Mrs. Vivienne's fashion show has won praises from France, and it is even more popular in Europe. In literature, the serialization of the detective series is a must-read for him every time.

In the time of Queen Elizabeth, this has never changed.

Judging from the fact that Emperor Peter received the holy revelation twice, perhaps the Virgin really sowed the seeds of good luck to Russia.

In this place that has begun to break away from barbarism, a special girls' school has recently appeared. I heard that the construction of a hospital has also begun. One by one, Keith wants to stay and see more changes.

Especially the newly built hospital, Keith went to see it with curiosity. Although it was not yet completed, the beds, ventilation and other arrangements inside were an eye-opener for Keith.

Keith wrote to George II:

"Your Majesty, Russia's emphasis on health is unimaginable. I visited their hospital. Although it is still under construction, it is already full of expectations in terms of scale and setting."

"I expect Britain to learn from Russia in this regard."

However, before Keith received a reply, the new ambassador had arrived.

Sir Charles is witty, knowledgeable, and has traveled to most European capitals. Keith exchanged views with Sir Charles on Russian hospitals, and the two expressed a surprising agreement.

We all hope that Britain can follow the example of Russia, at least in this place that was once considered barbaric and backward, there is no smell everywhere, which will be surprising in other places.

Then, Keith's farewell party and Charles' welcome party began.

The dance was arranged at eight o'clock in the evening, together with the banquet.

At the banquet, several ambassadors chatted happily, let go of eating and drinking, and focused more attention on Sir Charles.

Then the Danish ambassador started a very interesting topic.

Earl Linel, who was once unable to hold his head up in front of his colleagues because of being beaten up by Peter III, took the time to start mocking.

"The Minister of General Affairs Vorontsov is deeply trusted by Emperor Peter III, but Vorontsov has gone crazy recently. He actually paved red brick roads everywhere in Russia. In my opinion, it is better to call him 'Minister of Red Bricks'."

Linell wanted to call Peter the Red Brick Emperor, but he didn't dare, and he very much hoped that his colleagues would call Peter that nickname.

(End of this chapter)