I am engaged in construction in Datang

end of April.

Gaochang has been conquered.

Xiao Qiulang from the Sharp Gun Battalion took the enemy's head from thousands of miles away, and finally shot Qu Wentai to death on the city wall, shocking the entire Tang Dynasty.

The news was widely reported in newspapers, and the people finally had a deeper understanding of weapons such as guns and cannons.

The foreign envoys were very panicked and sent letters back to their countries one after another.

Such a powerful weapon cannot be stopped by the long distance or the dangerous mountains and seas.

Fujiwara sat at his desk and wrote on a piece of letter paper: "We must send someone to learn how to make these weapons."

He could see that future wars would be fought with guns and cannons, and cold weapons would soon be eliminated from history.

Today, the Tang Dynasty has almost stopped the production of cold weapons, and only the armor production line is still busy.

"It won't work if you ask me to learn this knowledge directly. I have to learn physics and chemistry first."

He wanted to write a letter to Prince Shotoku, telling him how prosperous and powerful the Tang Dynasty was now.

It has rained a few times in the past few days, and everything is as soft as butter, and flowers and plants are growing.

After the spring plowing, people flocked to Beijing to work.

A lot of low-rent housing has been built, and men from the same hometown share a room with bunk beds. It is cheap, comfortable and beautiful.

A lot of small restaurants have opened up in the surrounding area, imitating the boxed lunches of Nuzhuang, and they can make a lot of money.

Most of these foreign men do hard work in construction, and it is easy for them to earn a high salary of 80 or 90 cents a day, while those with excellent skills can earn over 100 cents.

They usually like to eat some dishes, drink some wine and play drinking games in small restaurants.

"Wu Kuishou, six six six... ah! Zhang Genzi, your wine!"

"drink!"

"Why are you so scared? Drink it now!"

Over there, Zhang Genzi filled his beer glass and drank it all in with his head tilted back.

"Ask the brothers a question."

Zhang Genzi finished drinking and said with a red face: "Today my boss took out a stack of papers and asked me to sign and seal. I, Zhang Genzi, can't read, so I didn't dare to move at all."

"He said that everyone who comes to Beijing to work this year has to sign a labor contract?" Zhang Genzi was confused. "Isn't this a contract to sell one's body?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another man next to him nodded and agreed: "Me too, I just worked for seven days and the boss came over with some kind of contract. I was so scared that I ran away without even asking for my wages."

Then, the man said with great grievance: "I heard that the boss is still looking for me!"

"What kind of thing is this? I didn't do anything wrong. Is it necessary for him to trick me into signing a contract to sell my body?"

"Looks like a decent person..."

"Wow, wow, wow...my seven days' wages!"

Zhang Genzi's face was complicated. He didn't expect that the current environment in Beijing has become so dangerous?

He sighed: "If my boss still insists on asking me to sign tomorrow, then, then I will run away!"

Just as he was feeling dizzy from drinking, two yamen runners came over, carrying a middle-aged man with a white face and a long beard.

Everyone at the table was shocked.

Wow, what is this for!

The two yamen runners threw the pale-faced middle-aged man in front of the man, and then glared at him: "Hey, Alang, look, this guy is your former boss?"

The man was so frightened that he fell backwards and fell on his butt.

He nodded dazedly: "Yeah, it's him...what's going on?"

How come the boss was arrested so soon?

"Humph!"

One of the officers said with rage: "Someone reported him for owing a week's wages to the workers, and he scared them away!"

"You Ayezhi!" The white-faced middle-aged man jumped up instantly.

"This is just throwing dirty water on the other party. I just want to sign a labor contract with the workers... woo woo woo."

As he was talking, the pale-faced middle-aged man began to sob, as if he had lost his parents.

He burst into tears and said, "If I don't sign the contract, you guys will beat me with a stick. When I signed the contract, the workers thought it was a contract to sell their bodies. Damn it! I have been looking for him for half a month!"

"Half a month!"

"Who knew that some thief would report me and insist that I owe him wages!"

"It's so embarrassing! How can I survive in Chang'an from now on?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he began to become discouraged again.

There have been an especially large number of migrant workers recently, and the government is determined to enforce the labor law, forcing them to find their employees to sign labor contracts.

The template is in the newspaper, so you don’t have to worry about the specific operations.

It’s just that the content of the contract is not very friendly to merchants, so everyone is just waiting and watching.

It was not until the first merchant was caught in the street and beaten with ten big boards after the evidence was conclusive that everyone started to get scared.

So they all went to Nvzhuang Printing to sign labor contracts.

They can modify these contracts according to their actual conditions, but only within a reasonable range. If they are found to be unreasonable, such as asking people to work seven or eight hours, they will still be punished.

That day, he brought a stack of contracts to his workshop and happily asked everyone to sign and seal their names. But when he went to the toilet and came back, everyone ran away!

This frightened him so much that he immediately sent people to look for her.

He has done nothing for half a month and was just looking for people. He is so sad.

Now, except this guy, everyone else has signed the contract.

He was just thinking about giving up since he couldn't find it anyway, but then someone from the government came to his door...

The men eating at the table were dumbfounded.

They looked at the bailiffs questioningly with their eyes.

The yamen runner nodded and said, "This person really wants the workers to sign a labor contract. This is the yamen's regulation."

"Once you sign a labor contract, you are protected. If the other party does not ask you to leave work on time or delays paying your wages, you can go to the government office and sue him."

"!"

Several people's eyes widened.

"Sue him? Is that possible?"

"Of course I can."

The yamen runner nodded: "Labor contract disputes are handled by a separate department, and those who directly manage them are the people at the top, and they will not oppress the people."

"Besides, the women's farm always signs contracts when recruiting people. There is a big labor shortage in the farm, so it is good for the workers. If other merchants don't sign these, no one will do work for them."

"But you just came here this year, so it's normal that you don't know."

This is not the first time that this has happened. There are always those crooked colleagues who are jealous of others' good business, so they go to the government to file a complaint.

Many merchants were arrested unjustly. Of course, after the facts were clarified, the people who filed the false charges had to pay a large sum of money to the victims and also had to suspend their business for rectification.

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Genzi recalled the distorted look on his face when his boss asked him to sign the contract today. It turned out that it was not the ferocious look of someone being ripped off, but the pain in his body!

The misunderstanding was resolved and the middle-aged man was released. He looked resentfully at the drunk man in front of him.

"I will have someone give you your seven days' wages in a moment."

"Ah! This, this can't be done, can't be done..." The man waved his hands repeatedly, feeling embarrassed to take it.

His running away left the people with no way to defend themselves and he was even visited by the government.

Come to think of it, the Dong family is pretty nice.

After hesitating for a while, he scratched his head embarrassedly: "Boss, can I still work with you?"

The middle-aged man said faintly: "Then you can't run away anymore."

"Don't run, hehe..."

"I thought you were a human trafficker!"