I am engaged in construction in Datang

Gaochang.

Dayak City.

The weather warms up, the platinum sunlight shines on everything, and the dead trees lose circle after circle of growth rings.

Windy sand, scorching sun, dry grass, and thousands of slaves working.

Qin Zi took off the hemp rope on his shoulder. There was a clearly visible purple mark under the thin linen clothes. The hemp rope was connected to the wooden cart loaded with gravel and soil behind him.

"Qin Zi, which car is this?" The man next to him was breathing heavily, with deep wrinkles on his face.

"Twenty-seven."

Qin Zi looked at the man and said, "Don't open your mouth to breathe, it will consume water."

"Oh!" The man wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but his hands felt extremely dry.

The desert does not allow you to prove your efforts with sweat.

"You know what? My head feels really hot right now, like it's on fire." He panted and said, "I should probably take a rest. I feel dizzy all the time."

"Tell me to talk to the manager." The other party did not look very good.

"No, I can still go two more times. I'll pull less next time."

Would it be useful to tell the steward?

They are a bunch of slaves, who cares about their lives?

Qin Zi was worried. He saw that the other party really couldn't hold on any longer.

But everyone here was dizzy, and even he felt like he was going to faint in the next second.

After unloading the cargo, everyone is about to return.

"Hurry up, pull up your cars, don't let me see you slacking off."

Qin Zi didn't bother to take a closer look at the man's condition and hurriedly tied the hemp rope around his shoulders.

"Let's go."

The huge convoy began to rush back.

A few months ago, Qu Wentai obtained the construction method of karez, and Dayak City was a suitable place.

In a water-scarce place like Gaochang, controlling the water source means controlling life and death.

With sufficient water sources, the army's combat effectiveness would be three times stronger. Qu Wentai was naturally tempted by such a benefit.

The squeaking wooden wheels rolled over the yellow earth, and there was a sudden commotion among the crowd.

"Someone fainted!"

"Quick, take him to rest."

"No, he started to convulse and couldn't move."

"It's heat stroke again. There's no cure!"

Qin Zi looked behind him and saw that the man who had been following him not far away had fallen to the ground convulsing.

He was startled and quickly put down the hemp rope and walked up to the other person.

At this time, several managers of the car team also walked over here.

"Go, go, what are you doing together?"

"Manager, he has been struck by the heat and can't leave." Qin Zi couldn't bear to leave the other person alone in the desert, so he had to talk to the manager patiently.

"Let me take a look." The burly manager stepped forward.

"Oh! It's really hot and evil."

He exclaimed, "There is no cure. I'm gone."

"Damn it, we have to take this car away again."

"Manager, he is not dead yet. Let us take him away." Qin Zi heard that some people are lucky enough to survive, but if they are left here, they will definitely not survive.

"Pull it back?"

The steward frowned: "Where should we take him back to? Should we ask him to pollute the karez?"

The people around were speechless for a moment.

The Han people believe in returning to their roots and in lavish burials.

If you die in the wilderness, your ancestors may not even recognize you in the underworld.

"Manager, take him back and we'll find a place to bury him." Qin Zi said with a pleading look in his eyes.

"You mean to say that you're going to waste time burying him instead of working?"

“We don’t take up work time.”

Other people around followed suit. They didn't take up working time, but used their rest time to bury each other.

"Oh, there's still time to bury someone."

The steward shook his head and smiled. He said, "Then you can take him with you."

Hearing this, the Han people around suppressed their excitement.

They carefully lifted the unconscious man onto the wooden cart, and he was still suffering from the heat.

"Oh..." Qin Zi sighed. There was no way out this time.

The convoy marched towards the Karez in a mighty manner.

They had to dig trenches again and transport gravel and soil until the moon was high in the sky.

The karez gradually appeared before our eyes.

The moon gradually climbed up into the night sky, and Qin Zi and his group returned after completing their last transport mission.

"I don't know if that person is still alive." After Qin Zi said this, there was silence all around.

"I guess it's..."

"Summer evil, who can survive if they are infected these days?"

"Hey, maybe tomorrow it will be us."

The Gaochang man who was guarding the convoy shouted to get off work. Qin Zi and his companions walked towards the man who had suffered from heatstroke. Everyone was silent all the way.

But when we got there, there was no one there.

"Where are the people?" Qin Zi's face changed drastically.

"I saw him before. He was lying on the ground over there..."

Qin Zi looked unhappy: "I'll go ask the manager."

"Brother Qin, you...be careful."

The remaining few people all looked sad, and had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Suddenly, there were sounds of shouting and fighting outside the house, and several people ran out quickly.

"Liao slave! Liao slave!"

Qin Zi's face was ferocious and horrible, tears streaming down his face: "I will beat you to death!"

"Brother Qin!"

This commotion was quite loud, not only the slaves who were working here, but also the other Gaochang managers who were preparing to get off work also quickly came over.

"Liuzi, Zhenger, Laoshuan..." Qin Zi couldn't help crying.

"They said he stank, so they just threw it out."

"I don't want to live anymore, ah, I don't want to live anymore, I want to kill them!"

He punched without stopping and beat the Gaochang people under his command beyond recognition.

"What for?"

A steward came hurriedly with a scimitar and was about to chop at Qin Zi.

"What are you doing?!" A man saw this and picked up the shovel in his hand.

"I'm going to kill you today!"

When one person moves, thousands of people move.

The slaves rioted one after another.

The Gaochang man under him was silent. Qin Zi slowly stood up and took out a booklet from his sackcloth.

【Liberation of Dayak】

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“Fellow Han compatriots!”

Qin Zi raised the shovel in his hand high and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Drive out the Tartars and liberate Dayak!"

The slaves in the melee roared to the sky, and veins on their necks bulged.

"Drive out the Tartars and liberate Daya!"

His voice had already become hoarse, like the roar of a wild beast, Qin Zi shouted again: "Everyone is free and born equal!"

"Everyone is free and created equal--!!!"

Tonight the stars burn the sand.

……

Karl City.

Li Xiaosong, Zhuochuan, Zhuoya and Laogui sat in the box and drank.

"Madam Zhuoya, Brother Zhuochuan, congratulations on your wedding."

He picked up the wine in his hand and drank it in one gulp: "Are you satisfied with the gift from the lady?"

Zhuo Chuan and Zhuo Ya had complicated expressions on their faces and raised their glasses to drink.

Only Uncle Laogui was calm and composed, sipping the wine happily. He was happy today!

"Brother Li, do you really want me to manage Daya this time?"

Li Xiaosong smiled and nodded: "The liberation of Gaochang is just around the corner. The Tang Dynasty is divided into prefectures, counties, and cities. Karl, Yada, etc. are only county towns in size. How can we not manage them?"

"Two strongholds on the border defense line have been breached. The army will arrive soon. You must be prepared."

"It must be so."

The four of them raised their glasses together, looking so happy.