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Hearing that Zhang Jia had already made preparations, Lin Jingzhi felt relieved, several people sat around and had breakfast, and asked the servants in the mansion to lead the refugees to the construction site.

The general direction of the canal is from northwest to southeast. After passing through a large mountain range, it turns eastward and merges into the lower reaches of the Luohe River again. It is more than seven feet wide, the river is fifteen feet wide, and the bottom is ten feet wide.

In addition to the main road of the canal, there are hundreds of large and small canals all over the wasteland, so as to ensure that the people can easily irrigate after planting grain in the fields.

Lin Jingzhi walked and chatted with Zhang Jia and the others, and half a moment later, they arrived at the bank of the Luo River. Their plan was to excavate from the northwest to the southeast, in line with the flow of the river.

"Mr. Zhang, where do you plan to start?" Looking at the tens of thousands of disaster victims who gradually gathered behind him, Lin Jingzhi asked.

Zhang Jia took out the blueprint from his arms, pointed it to Lin Jingzhi, and said, "The bank of the Luo River is higher, and the next thirty feet of terrain is quite steep, so Zhang plans to start work from a place with gentle terrain. Look How about it?"

Thirty feet, that is, about 100 meters, starting work here, there is no risk of embankment failure because it is too close to the river bank. From this point of view, Zhang Jia is a relatively safe person.

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"Okay, then do as Mr. Zhang said." Lin Jingzhi didn't have any objections.

Seeing Lin Jingzhi nodding his head in agreement, Zhang Jia and several assistants walked from the river bank to the refugees not far away. If it were modern times, such a large project would definitely require a few well-known people to hold a foundation-breaking ceremony. But in ancient times, all this was dispensed with.

When Zhang Jia and others arrived at the refugee place, they began to direct the servants of the Lin family to lead the crowd downwards and disperse them. After the crowd dispersed, there were several miles of land. The refugees who came to dig the canal were mainly young and strong men. Except for the people pulling the carts, almost everyone could have a shovel custom-made by the Lin family.

This shovel is sharper and easier to use.

A group of three people pull a trolley, one person pulls in front and controls the direction, and two people push hard behind. Because the trolley compartment is not very large, it is easier to pull it up, and the soil dug out is not too large. It was poured on both sides of the canal, but pulled to some low-lying places on the ground for landfill.

The route for digging the canal was originally chosen to be higher, so it did not hinder the irrigation of the fields in the future.

The elderly, women, and children were all scattered around the wasteland, holding hoes and other utensils in their hands, digging, filling, and leveling some potholes.

Some of the younger children, full of food and in a hurry, gathered together in twos and threes, laughing and chasing and playing, or ran to the empty soil that the men pulled with carts, and played with digging holes with their hands.

Most of the people in this era are simple and simple, and they work very hard. Every time the trolley is pulled over and does not stop for a long time, everyone just shovels the dirt for you, and I fill the compartment with a shovel of dirt, and there are no refugees pulling the cart. Lazy, three people in one car, the front pulls hard, the back pushes hard, the wheels turn fast.

The Lin family refitted a total of more than [-] trolleys this time. As far as the current situation is concerned, the number is about the same, which is barely enough. In the future, we will have to prepare more cars, and of course, we will have to order more shovels.

Seeing tens of thousands of refugees digging in full swing without any dissatisfaction, Lin Jingzhi's heart was finally relieved, then he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the crowd.

After a while, when he came to a circle of people, Lin Jingzhi took the shovel from a man. The man was a little older, and he was tired and out of breath. He didn't care when he saw someone took the shovel. , just bent down and rested with his hands on his thighs.

Holding the handle of the spade tightly, Lin Jingzhi forked down, followed by stepping on the second half of the spade head with his right foot, with a sound of "chi la", the sharp spade head went deep into the ground, then bent his waist, He picked it up vigorously with his arm, and then threw it in the direction of the car, and a shovel of soil fell into the car.

His movements were so quick that Aunt Yu, who was about to step forward to stop him from doing rough work, stopped in her tracks.

After throwing out seven or eight shovels of soil one after another, the trolley was filled to the brim. At this time, three men standing on the side stepped forward, one bent down to lift the shaft, and the other two stood on the left and right sides, together With force, the car was pulled out.

Although there is not much work to do, due to the high speed and urgency, Lin Jingzhi's face has already seen a thin layer of sweat. He raised his sleeve and wiped it, panting and laughing: "You all Where are you from? When spring comes next year, when do you plan to return home?"

"I'm from Yanzhou, and I'll be home in early February next year." A middle-aged man answered first, leaning on a shovel in his hand.

Someone took the lead, and others also spoke, followed by a young man, "I escaped from Shengzhou, and I left some food for my old lady at home, and I don't know how her old man is doing well now." Well, I'm going back to my hometown in early January."

"My home is in Youzhou, and I will return home in mid-February, as long as I don't miss the season of farming when I go back."

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Whenever someone finished speaking, Lin Jingzhi would nod to them, indicating that he understood. Listening to the reasons why these people returned home, Lin Jingzhi thought to himself, it seems that as long as the winter is over, refugees will leave one after another. According to this calculation, the sooner the completion date, the better. However, the number of refugees seems to be less now.

Originally, Lin Jingzhi thought to wait until March next year to complete the project, but now it seems that it is not in line with the actual situation.

After helping to fill another truckload of soil, Lin Jingzhi returned the shovel to the man. As he walked, he calculated how many refugees he would have to bring in to dig out the canal and level the wasteland.

This kind of large-scale project costs a lot of money, and it must not be abandoned halfway, otherwise a few hundred thousand taels of silver will be tantamount to wasted money.

Aunt Yu followed closely behind Lin Jingzhi, saw that he was frowning, guessed something, and comforted her: "Don't worry, today is the first day of work, and even the refugees in Los Angeles haven't all gathered yet. Here, after a few days, when they hear that the Lin family is trustworthy and not deceiving, they will naturally take the initiative to defect."

Hearing Aunt Yu's explanation, Lin Jingzhi patted his forehead suddenly, yes, he was a little anxious, even the steamed buns had to be eaten bite by bite, not to mention such a huge project, how could it be done overnight?

As the old saying goes, what you want is not what you want!

Don't make mistakes because you are anxious.

"Yu'er is right. I was too impatient." Lin Jingzhi turned around and smiled at Aunt Yu. Burden, so there will be eager performance, which is normal.