"Chief Supervisor, what would you like to inspect first?" a Supervisor asked cautiously.
Jiang Hao looked at the vast construction site in the distance. People were already busy at work, and laborers could be seen everywhere. "We'll make a full round. I'll first get a general understanding of the situation."
"Alright, I'll have a carriage brought over for Chief Supervisor," one Supervisor said.
Why call for a carriage?
Because the Mausoleum of the First Emperor Qin was simply too large.
Everyone boarded the carriages. Jiang Hao had one to himself, while the five Supervisors squeezed into another. Even so, they felt fortunate—they had been standing all night. The convoy traveled inward, and the closer Jiang Hao got to the immense imperial mausoleum, the more awed he became. It was colossal.
According to later surveys, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor Qin covered 56.25 square kilometers, equivalent to more than sixty Forbidden Cities. The Terracotta Army excavated in later generations was merely an accompanying burial pit beside it. Official roads, palaces, gardens, stone figures, and stone horses were everywhere.
There was not only the main imperial mausoleum, but also countless workshops and villages scattered throughout. Some were casting bronze chariots and horses, some were making pottery figurines, some were cutting stone blocks, and some were doing carpentry. Each had its own division of labor.
One had to know that there were four hundred thousand people here. In later times, that would have been the population of an entire county.
Jiang Hao saw a place ahead where many pottery figurines were piled up. He thought to himself that this must be the world-famous Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang from later generations. He had seen the Terracotta Army before, but those had been buried for over two thousand years. He had never