I am engaged in construction in Datang

"Two bald men, two bald men!"

The man in the stone was frightened. Although the other party was a spy, he was still a capable person!

"Get out of the way!" Muramasa pushed through the crowd and looked down at the bald man in the middle.

He knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and held Ertu's face in his hands.

"Wife, I'm sorry, please forgive me for hiding this from you."

"But... Ertu is really useful!"

Then he took a deep breath—

'suck--'

She pouted her lips, closed her eyes and moved closer to the servant.

At this moment, the other party was feeling dizzy and everything was dark in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a bad feeling coming over him.

His intuition told him that he must wake up!

As soon as I opened my eyes slightly, I saw a familiar big mouth approaching.

"!!!"

Time stands still for a moment.

Muramasa's mouth was covered by the hand of a villager next to him in time.

"Muramasa, he's awake!"

Muramasa opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ertu, who had slowly woken up, beneath him.

He looked at the villagers who saved his reputation with gratitude and said, "I'll give you two more glasses of wine today."

When the other party heard this, he grinned and said, "Thank you, Muramasa."

After saying that, Muramasa looked at the man on the ground who looked as if he had given up hope and said, "Er Tu, what's wrong with you?"

The other person stared blankly at the sun above his head and kept silent.

The villagers are in a hurry to sell their goods, so how can they waste time on Er Tu?

After asking several times without getting an answer, Muramasa became anxious.

He raised his hand.

"Er Tu, if you don't speak up, I'm going to punish you."

Er Tu shrank back, and his distracted eyes gradually focused.

Then he let out a "wow" and started crying bitterly in the street like a rag doll.

"I have no country anymore. You destroyed Gaochang!"

"You Tang people are all bad!"

"Very bad!"

He shouted so loudly that the people around him could hear him.

In an instant, the bustling street became quiet, and hundreds of eyes looked over.

From time to time, a slow and strange rhythm could be heard.

'brush……'

'brush……!'

Butcher Zhang looked at Er Tu with his small triangular eyes while slowly sharpening his machete.

His skills have been poor recently and the knife always flies around.

A drop of sweat the size of a bucket appeared on Muramasa's forehead, and his raised hand finally fell to the ground.

With a "pop", he gave Er Tu his second block of the day.

"You idiot, you are so rude!"

After saying this, he bowed and smiled apologetically to the people around him: "Excuse me, everyone. The slaves we bought are ignorant. We will teach them a lesson when we get home."

Upon hearing this, the people around showed tolerant smiles, either showing understanding or condemnation.

"Alang, you have to take good care of the disobedient servants!" a middle-aged man shouted, his eyes full of envy.

Their village is so powerful that they can afford to employ barbarian slaves!

"Yes, didn't the newspaper say that? Gaochang has been the territory of our Tang Dynasty since ancient times. What do you mean by their country?"

"They are fellow Gaochang people, but they are not Gaochang people."

Suddenly, the streets became lively again and people began to discuss this place called Gaochang.

How could ordinary people know how many states and counties there were in the Tang Dynasty?

I just thought Gaochang was originally the territory of their Tang Dynasty as the newspaper said...

Muramasa wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Ertu coldly.

"Did you hear that?"

"Gaochang was originally our Tang territory, but you occupied it by force."

"Besides, you are from the Gaochang ethnic group and are originally from the Tang Dynasty. Why would you slander the Tang Dynasty?"

"..."

Er Tu, who had changed from a Gaochang man to a member of the Gaochang ethnic group, remained silent.

He looked up at the sky—

How come this battle ended so quickly?

Two hours of marching and a quarter of an hour of fighting?

……

Huaihai area.

Li Xiaochun has a colorful rope tied around his wrist.

Last year’s Dragon Boat Festival, she was in Gaochang, and this year’s Dragon Boat Festival, she was in Huaihai.

The inky sky was penetrated by a few golden rays of light, and a few green leaves swayed and fell into the river.

Li Xiaochun stretched out his hand, sporadic raindrops fell on his palm, and the cold and wet water stains penetrated his heart.

"When will it be sunny this time?"

She was a little worried. When she first came to Huaihai, the rainfall was not frequent, but now it has been sunny for few days.

"Xiaochun is in charge."

Duan Lun came trotting along wearing a straw raincoat, with a faint smell of gunpowder around him.

Rainfall in Huaihai became more frequent. Not long after Xiaochun arrived, he followed closely behind and was responsible for digging canals to divert water.

"When we blasted the canal according to the blueprint, we found a small village downstream with only a dozen households."

If we continue to dig the canal, the river water will surely flood the entire village when heavy rain comes.

Xiaochun lowered her eyes. The owner of the manor had said that if you encounter such a thing, you should try to avoid it if possible.

If you cannot avoid it, you must negotiate first and strive for a result that satisfies both parties.

“Have you communicated?”

"It's totally impossible to communicate." Duan Lun sighed. There's a new accent on the Huaihai side just across the river.

They searched for several local people in this small village hidden in a valley, but it was useless.

“Is there really a village that can be completely isolated from the world?”

She lowered her eyes: "The economic structure is single and the ability to resist risks is completely insufficient. How can it continue?"

"Minister Duan, take me over to have a look."

Li Xiaochun picked up the straw raincoat hanging on the bamboo pole, put it on, and went out with Duan Lun.

The rain had just stopped and the path was muddy. The canal diggers walked hurriedly, leaving behind a trail of messy footprints.

"Xiaochun is in charge."

"Manager Xiaochun, we are still looking for someone who can communicate with the villagers."

"Manager Xiaochun..."

Seeing Xiaochun coming, the master chefs who were either standing or squatting greeted him and reported the current progress.

As the flood was approaching, Xiaochun led the masters to plan several important water diversion channels.

First, ensure that the channel is unobstructed and free of silt, then open up several discontinuous canals, and try to divert water into the nearest large canal as soon as the flood arrives.

Migrating population is a bad idea both morally and logically.

After nodding in response, Li Xiaochun asked, "How are the villagers feeling?"

"After we found that we couldn't communicate, we stopped the work at hand and immediately sent someone to find a local translator, so we didn't have any conflicts with them."

Duan Lun said: "Everyone's emotions are relatively stable now."

“But if we forcefully dig the canal, we’re afraid we’ll be met with hostility.”

Li Xiaochun understood: "Let's focus on other channels first, and take our time with this one."

Duan Lun nodded: "It should be so."

The group kept walking and soon arrived at a small village.

Most of the houses here are built with grass, mud and stones. The surrounding land is soft and muddy, and the air is humid.

Only the place where the house is located is relatively dry and hard.

There are sparsely planted rice fields in the fields next to the house, which shows that the water and soil here are not suitable for farming.

"Originally, this should have been a place that was not contested by military strategists."

Li Xiaochun said: "It took the last 100 years for the conditions for living to become available."

This was not the first time that Duan Lun and his companions came here. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they were welcomed in with extraordinary enthusiasm by the sharp-eyed villagers.

"Since you're here, what gift do you have for me?" The man took the good stuff from Duan Lun's hand with a smile on his face.

He knew this was the leader.

Duan Lun and others didn't understand and could only cover up with a smile.

So the man also smiled at Duan Lun and others with his big white teeth.

The communication was extremely harmonious.