I am engaged in construction in Datang

Ye Ting Palace, factory.

"Your Highness, this is the red date and poria porridge made by the Imperial Food Bureau. Please have a bowl before you go back to work."

The maid stood beside Empress Changsun, holding a small bowl of porridge.

This red date and poria cocos porridge is salty, with refined salt, pepper, etc. It can not only replenish qi and blood, but also relieve symptoms of qi diseases.

When the man gave me the prescription, he told me to drink it often, as it is good for my health.

"Leave it there for now, and let me clean up after you." After Empress Chang Sun stepped on it a few times, she stopped.

The working hours in their factory are not long. They have two days off a week and only need to work six hours a day. At the beginning, everyone was unfamiliar with the job and was always busy and exhausted.

Now I'm very skilled at it.

The sisters crowded into a room, chatting while working, talking about everything from family matters to love affairs.

What made everyone happiest was that they actually got paid!

This was different from the feeling of receiving money at home. This feeling was like... finally feeling at ease.

They can calculate how much money they can receive based on how much work they have done this month.

Even if they divorce their husbands one day, they don't have to go back to their parents' home to beg for food. It's not that they can't go back, but it seems a bit shameful nowadays.

Empress Chang Sun clapped her hands twice and said, "Ladies, it's time to get off work."

"Be sure to be safe on your way home!"

"Oh, it's over!" One young lady was still not satisfied and was discussing with her sisters the various popular outfits on Linglong.

Mr. Li's cool and stylish clothes became a big hit. Even though some sisters were almost in danger because of them on July 7, it couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm.

Everyone felt that it was precisely because there were not enough people wearing clothes that the bad guys used clothes to identify Master Li.

If all the sisters imitated Master Li in dressing, and the streets were full of people wearing narrow-sleeved green clothes, high ponytails, and black boots, then who would be able to identify Master Li?

Once this idea came out, more and more ladies started wearing the same clothes as Li Yin.

Pei stretched, put away the cotton thread and other things on her workstation, and then prepared to leave.

"Mrs. Zheng Guo!"

The lady at the next workstation called her: "The eighth issue of Linglong is out. Let's go buy it and have a look."

Everyone has money, and as long as the price is within their means, they can buy whatever they want.

Pei nodded in agreement, and the ladies nearby heard the conversation between the two and expressed their willingness to join in.

Four or five middle-aged ladies walked together out of the factory gate and saw the officials who were also leaving work.

This was not the first time that the two groups of people had met. From being extremely surprised at the beginning to being accustomed to it now, a lot had changed without them noticing.

If an official met his wife, he would come over to say hello and then leave together.

Of course, Pei had never met Wei Zheng, so her husband had no chance to get off work so early.

Empress Changsun took a sip of the red date and poria porridge and complained again: "I have never had salty red date porridge before."

“Fortunately, it tastes pretty good.”

"How is the factory doing? Can it possibly supply 30% of the cloth to the palace?"

"Of course you can."

The maid brought a plate of cakes and said, "Your Highness, since the factory opened, the concubines and wives in the palace have had less time to spend on entertainment. They don't have time to enjoy those things, but the expenses for tea that can reduce internal heat and improve eyesight have increased a lot."

"Wait for Zhuangzi to send over another batch of looms, and ask the maids, eunuchs, and musicians in the palace to come and weave cloth." Empress Changsun thought.

The entertainment industry that my sister-in-law mentioned has not yet started to develop, and the ladies in the palace have no time to listen to music. The actors are idle anyway, so they might as well get together and work.

When the entertainment industry develops, she will create a royal idol group.

Oh my, why are there more and more things?

She looked up at the moon and it seemed to be the fifteenth day of the lunar month today!

Should we let Jilang into the house at night?

(Li Shimin, who was cheated by the factory for a whole month: "@%￥!")

……

Jingyang County, in a mining area.

"Who told you to be lazy?"

"We've only been working for five hours today, why did you stop?"

The black-faced supervisor swung his whip, which hit the calf of the man next to Duan Xin.

It wasn't that severe, just left a red mark.

"Manager, please let me rest for a while. I really have no strength left."

"Don't you still have the energy to talk?"

The manager complained a bit, but in the end he didn't say anything more. He said that people were really tired and exhausted, and the mine would be the one to suffer in the end.

He stood beside the exhausted man, counting silently.

After counting to three hundred, he raised the whip high again. This time it was not for show. If the man rested any longer, there would be another blood mark on his body.

Duan Xin saw that the man struggled for a while and was unable to get up, so he felt pity for him.

He put down the pickaxe in his hand and helped the man up.

Before he could even explain to the steward, the whip fell on him.

"Hiss——" He grimaced in pain.

"Manager, have you eaten well recently? You seem to have more strength now!" Duan Xin immediately gave the big man a flattering smile, quickly bent down, picked up the pickaxe and continued to work.

"Hey, you guessed it right." The butler thought of something delicious and moistened his dry lips.

"Have you ever been educated? How come you speak so nicely?"

Duan Xin heard this and his face straightened: "That's not the case."

"That group of scholars are always talking nonsense, as if everyone owes them two taels of copper coins. I don't care about that!"

"That's right!" The steward laughed: "What's the good of studying?"

"Look at that poor and pedantic scholar before. What's the use of reading so many books? Isn't it just to ask us..." At this point, the big man realized that he had said something wrong, so he waved his hand and stopped talking.

He walked away with his hands behind his back, no longer supervising what was happening here.

"Brother Duan." The man who was helped up by Duan Xin had his eyelids drooping. He caught a cold today and felt sore and weak all over.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to swing the pickaxe after just five hours.

"Thank you."

Other workers around also bowed silently to Duan Xin and thanked him. Now that the supervisor had left, they could take a short break.

"It's okay, it's the same for everyone." Duan Xin sighed. This life is too hard to bear: "If something happens to you, I will be the next one."

"Everyone knows that the lips and teeth are interdependent."

Outside the mining area.

Following Zhou Zhi's instructions, Zhao Zhonglang turned left and right and entered the forest.

He had some reconnaissance skills and had managed to evade the patrollers' detection several times, but when it came to determining his exact location, he was in trouble.

Now that it has been confirmed that the illegal factory was built here, he can send a large number of troops to search around the mountain.

But the safety of workers’ lives in the factory cannot be guaranteed.

Is there any way to contact the people inside?

I heard that a newspaper reporter sneaked in, I don’t know if he is still alive...