Although from the perspective of modern cities, such a city with a circumference of only 2 kilometers is not too small, it can be said that it is a sacrifice for security.
Compared with Xijiang Shuizhai City Wall, it is as petite as a child’s toy.
Dayang secretly thought that the defense of stone structure wall is better than reinforced concrete structure! The students in the martial arts school are all lip-service guys who are bent on building a reinforced concrete wall, which is 2 kilometers long and 2 meters high. Even if it is only 7 meters wide, it will cost 20,000 cubic meters. According to the most common standard, reinforced concrete weighs 25 tons per cubic meter, so it will cost 70,000 tons of materials.
Dayang is the middle and high level of Shuizhai, knowing that it should be mainly done by Chen Yi about two or three times a month, with a total of about 40,000 tons, including arms, living materials, food to maintain morale and new supply of vehicles and fuel for sellers. All kinds of machinery are very simple. Although the factory equipment and building materials are the main ones and the steel bar owners, it is difficult to exceed 20,000 tons and 70,000 tons a month … Hum … It is better to send 20,000 tons of explosives to destroy Malacheng.
"The city gate inspection has paid the poll tax!"
The western continental high-pitched yelling interrupted Dayang’s train of thought, and he quickly took out a thin money and prepared to hand it over.
In front of Mala City, I came to Xijiang City Village with a citizen’s card as a voucher to collect poll tax between villagers entering and leaving the city gate, but it was quickly learned by Mala City nobles.
A villager in Kimura stopped Dayang from asking for money. Seeing that another man in front had skillfully lost two thin coins, he sent another thin coin to the soldier Dayang in front of the door and the remaining two people went straight into the city.
Corruption!
Dayang once again remembered two words in his mind: a corrupt government is easy to break down, but he also said that it is a rich government.
Perhaps it is the frequent state of war in the western continent that makes Mala City more like a military fortress. It is rare for pure civilians in the city to see cavalry or infantry passing by with weapons from time to time. It is thought that several heavy cavalry units and heavy infantry units are stationed outside the city. Yang’s idea of occupying Mala City by force has weakened again.
However, he still tried to observe the facilities defended by his eyesight-the military occupation may have been in not fade away, but Chen Yi was finally considering the reaction of the temple. Now it would be an army to enter the city, and Dayang’s main goal is to investigate the possibility of occupation
As he walked, he saw that it was his first time to go to town.
From time to time, the feet make a "beep" sound, which means stepping on sewage or feces. Residents of Mala City are used to this, and children are playing barefoot in the street.
The dignitaries rode the main Yang and had to gradually adapt to and endure their jokes about excrement with Kimura people.
"Wooden houses, wooden weapons, leather instruments … If there are two cannons or rockets that can burn Mala City into a magma city … it’s too simple."
However, the nobles of the Senate will certainly not be wronged by this.
The only thing that can bend them is the collapse of the city wall.
Big Yang Yi listened to the sound of his feet "yum" while thinking about it, and endured not to see what happened.
"Let’s eat," a Kimura man suddenly said in simple language.
"Okay, go to the biggest one." Two other Kimura people cheered. They have been to Malacheng more than once. Although they were reluctant to eat a thin money soup cake before, now one copper coin a week is enough for them to taste the best in the city.
Da Yang so-called followed him in. Just sitting by the window in the hall, he saw a familiar face.
"Chen … boss"
"Call Chen’s adult" with thirteen corrected by him.
Chapter three hundred and thirty-two Mara City (2)
Small and clever, thirteen is an alternative theory of weight or IQ in the western continent
When he was in Yuncun, he earned a meal by helping villagers negotiate prices, but now he is very different. His excellent language talent has made him learn Spanish in a short time, and naturally he has become the most common western mainlander around Chen Yi. His salary of 10,000 yuan per month or a copper coin is almost equal to the income of a Yuncun department. In fact, if he is from the earth, three languages, Chinese, English and Spanish, will be popular in foreign language colleges.
Yun thirteen pointed to the seat for Dayang, naturally behind Chen Yi.
"Oh, you!" Chen Yi didn’t call out the name of Dayang, smiled and waved. "Meet this … you said it yourself."
"I’m … um, call me Sen" painted with heavy makeup. Yin Senyong Mu Na replied that Chen Yi didn’t want to tell lies, and he certainly didn’t want everyone to be honest.
Or Yun Shisan said, "Lord Dickinson, I’m Sha Shisan, and this is Lord Sun."
Sun’s adult Sun Ruihe, a former special forces officer, is still in a daze for fear that he will not talk in some kind of conspiracy.
"I’m Muyang." Dayang took the opportunity to say his identity.
"ewe?" Chen Yi burst out laughing.
"There are not many names to choose." Dayang felt his head. His hair was dry because he slept in a thatched cottage for three days.
Few villagers will buy expensive bedding to go home to Dayang, and they can sleep in the thatched cottage for a few days without being discovered. Just like China people who just opened their eyes to see the world in the 19th century, once poor villagers not only have too many needs to improve their lives, but also have too many poor relatives who can work in Jiangning. After all, it takes some luck to find a hard but affordable job.
Chen Yi smiled kindly and asked, "What’s the feeling of coming all the way?"
Dayang hesitated to talk about what he saw and heard on the road. Finally, when he talked about the wall problem, his voice was much lower and a lot shorter.