Chapter 451 A Brand New Town

The warm wind heated by the sun blew on his face, and Sharette couldn't help squinting his eyes, but the moment he opened his eyes, the whole town came into view.

Standing on the arched wooden bridge, the first thing he saw was a circular plaza paved with herringbone-pattern tiles.

There is a construction site in the center of the circular plaza, which is now more than three meters high.

The construction site was for one of the town's future landmarks, to be named the Labor Bell, as Horn intended.

This labor clock is driven by star-cast gears and tells the time on the hour every day. This is because workshop production requires accurate time within a day and cannot be as casual as rural agricultural production.

This clock tower was built to solve this problem.

Between the anti-fall fishing nets and ropes are rows of scaffolding more than three meters high. The workers climb up and down, lifting mortar with ropes and laboriously lifting the building materials to the top through pulleys.

The beastman laborers who were carrying wooden boards and buckets were shirtless under the scorching sun, making their sturdy arms shine shinyly.

If they hadn't been wearing bras, Sharette wouldn't have been able to distinguish the female secondary sexual characteristics beneath the thick brown, red, yellow and white chest hair.

The square is about 150 meters long and wide. It is surrounded by a circular road about 10 meters wide. A circle of ginkgo saplings are planted around the circular square.

The extension line of the small bridge over the Pala River just happens to face the center of the circular square. If you push the straight line formed by the two forward again, you can see a ten-meter-wide street sandwiched by a row of buildings.

"Here." Boritz pointed to the main street in front of him, "This is Central Street. At the end of the street is the official residence square."

Connecting with the straight line formed by the previous two, this road extends forward.

Until a square appeared again not far away, Sharette could vaguely see a two-story marble statue being built on the square.

What surprised him most was that on both sides of the road were two-story shops and behind the shops were four-story apartments.

Every shop and every apartment seemed to be copied and pasted, with the same height, shape, light orange walls and dark gray roof.

The eaves of each building, the wooden-framed balconies, and the lines of the roads can be connected into a straight line, and the intersection of countless straight lines is the statue in the square in the distance.

When Sharette looked back, he could just see the terrace of the Mechanical Palace in the distance, which was in a straight line with the bridge, the circular square, and the statue.

The visual impact brought by this kind of order and straight lines was something Sharette had never thought of before.

Because people of this era had little concept of urban planning, cities mostly developed freely and barbarically, and the shapes of the buildings in the cities looked disgusting.

Even though some scholars and stonemasons already had the concept of urban planning, the prototypes were only in the territory of the Golden Land.

Even the better-planned city of Rapid City has various irregular shapes, with streets that are sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and blocks that are intricately intertwined.

It is extremely rare to find a town as neat and orderly as the one in front of us.

This is thanks to the temporary mayor of the town of Autumn Island, Witt.

The Ten Books on Architecture that Horn gave to Witt were actually a lot of concepts he got from the Internet. Some parts even had only outlines and concepts but no examples.

Miraculously, Witt worked backwards from the outline fragments, referring to his own experience studying abroad in the Golden Land, and adding the ideas of the Renaissance stonemasons, he summarized a set of urban planning and architectural styles in early modern Europe.

It requires both the retro order of Guelph and the splendor and decoration of Imperial classicism.

The brand new town before us is the masterpiece designed by Witt.

The terrace of the Mechanical Palace, the clock tower of the circular square, and the statues of the official residence square are in a straight line, symmetrical on both sides. If Horn lived in the Mechanical Palace, he would get up every morning and go to the terrace to have a panoramic view of the whole city, as if the city was raising its right hand to say hello:
"Good morning, Pope!"

I don't know what Witt had in mind when he designed this plan, but this flattering plan was unanimously agreed upon by all the elders and Saint Shilov.

However, Witte's plan is currently only implemented in the two blocks in front and the official residence square.

The rest of the ruins on the periphery are still just ruins and garbage dumps.

Just as he watched along, Sharette walked westward and arrived at the circular plaza.

Since it is afternoon, people are either working or doing housework.

There were still many teenagers playing and shop assistants pouring water on the side of the Central Avenue, but there were not many pedestrians in the circular square.

Under the shade of the trees under the scorching sun, there were only a few wilted male beastmen sitting on the ground.

They were holding a few pieces of rags and putting them on the ground, setting up a stall to sell some exquisite handicrafts, vegetables, and fruits.

"This place is called Assembly Square. Notices are posted here, and prisoners are hanged here." Boritz pointed to the rows of simple sheds on the square. "There is a morning market every morning, which usually ends at nine o'clock. If you want to buy fresh vegetables and fish, you have to go early."

"Since we arrived so late, won't we have any food to eat?" a refugee from Rapids City said worriedly.

"Don't worry, there's a ready-made tavern in town, so you won't starve." Boritz rolled his eyes. "Besides, the Saint of the Mechanical Palace has shown mercy and filled each of your cupboards with bread and put enough salt in your bottles."

"Houses?" The refugees' eyes widened. Free houses? They thought they would live in tents or camps.

"In our Qiumu Island, after becoming a naturalized citizen, you can be allocated housing as long as you work in a workshop under the Pope's Palace or in a cooperative project of the City Hall." Another clerk from the City Hall who was leading the way interrupted.

Boritz pointed to the Insula Apartments on the fourth floor behind the shops and said: “Depending on your income level, different proportions of rent or house purchase money will be deducted from your salary.

Of course, you can also rent or buy a house yourself, but believe me, unless you are a wealthy person, you can’t afford to rent a better room.”

This is to ensure that people with different income levels can afford similar houses.

Currently, the town of Qiumu Island is still in a state of being developed. Witt's main energy is used to meet the most basic living needs, so he has no energy to build better houses.

There were not many Guel noble courtyards that could be lived in after renovation, and most of them had been bought by war monks. Prices on the island were already high, and these refugees certainly could not afford it.

Is that where they will live in the future?

Looking at the neatly arranged Insura Apartment, Sharette felt the urge to try it out for the first time since arriving on the island.

Judging from the town's clean and tidy appearance, he had to admit that although its scale was not as large as that of Grand Rapids, its prospects for future development were no less than that of Grand Rapids.

Standing in the center of the circular square, Boritz pointed forward with his right index finger like a pointer, and pointed in a circle: "Remember the route. Standing at the Clock Tower Square, to the west is the Central Street, and at the end is the Official Residence Square. To the north is the warehouse area, and to the south is the ruins."

"What about going east?"

Boritz looked at the man who asked the question speechlessly: "Isn't that the place we just came to? Are you stupid?"

Silently memorizing the road ahead, Sharet followed Boritz silently.

Boritz in front seemed to remember something. He slapped his head and suddenly pulled out a small triangular flag from his bag and held it up: "Look at my flag, follow it, I will take you to the new apartment."

(End of this chapter)