I am engaged in construction in Datang

The lingering evening breeze urges the plums to ripen, and the velvety flowers and trees call for the apricots to turn yellow. When the setting sun reaches the top of the mountain, I draw water to irrigate the fields and sigh that the days are long.

In late July, the heaven and earth lit the stove fire and prepared to start collecting the juice.

In accordance with Li Yin's request, Liuweizhai added ice drinks and other summer-cooling snacks, which taste good and are more complete in variety.

The price is still within an acceptable range, and people are always willing to come and have a bowl of it after work.

The streets are bustling and peaceful.

Suddenly, a group of seemingly normal people, about forty or fifty people, walked in from the Jinguan Gate.

They took off their coats, revealing their tattered clothes underneath.

Then he pulled out an extra long white cloth and held it up high, with the words written on it -

The people implore Your Majesty to severely punish Nuzhuang and restore peace and prosperity to the people of the world!

The soldiers guarding the gate opened their eyes wide, and the people around them were also stunned. No one could react for a while.

"Turtle... cough, cough cough..." The man who was drinking a cold drink was suddenly choked. He was reluctant to look away and miss this magical scene.

"Where did they come from?"

"Who knows? Anyway, I don't know anyone."

"Hey... why did they say they would severely punish the women? What's the reason?"

"Maybe his brain is confused!"

A group of men, women, old and young continued to stagger forward, holding banners with black words on a white background in their hands. The scene was extremely horrifying.

"There is a village called the girl, whose sins are threefold."

The middle-aged man in the lead had a haggard face and shouted with a hoarse throat: "One is to confuse the people and make them support you."

"The second is to bewitch the ruler and his ministers, disrupt the rites and involve politics."

"On the third day, we will create a magic weapon and slaughter all living beings!"

Dozens of people had crazy and terrifying eyes, and their thin bodies seemed to hide endless power.

"Drive out the women from the village, get rid of the evil spirits, and speak out against injustice!"

Three big hats!

The clear-headed soldiers and civilians around them clenched their fists.

Just as he was about to go up and "reason" with that group of people, he was suppressed by several managers from the women's village.

"Everyone, please be patient."

Feng Sanxi smiled and bowed to the soldiers to express his gratitude. If he had not arrived in time, that group of people might have been beaten and thrown into jail.

"Manager Feng." The head guard bowed to Feng Sanxi and said, "It was our negligence that allowed these people in."

"You guys can't be blamed for this."

Feng Sanxi waved his hand and asked the attendant beside him to bring some iced drinks to quench the thirst of the soldiers guarding the city: "These people came prepared and are just pitiful pawns."

“I don’t know if the key to success is in the hands of someone behind the scenes.”

He shook his head and sighed: "They are all poor people."

When human power is too small, it is impossible to resist.

He was indeed wrong and knew there would be serious consequences and he deserved to be punished.

But if it happened again, he would still have to make the same choice.

Feng Sanxi smiled and said, "The owner of the manor said that when the people have to protect themselves by hurting others..."

He looked at the crowd in the distance and smiled faintly, "It's us who are standing on high ground who haven't done well enough."

Hearing this, the people around stood up in awe and bowed to Feng Sanxi and others.

"Nuzhuang Dayi."

Feng Sanxi and others returned the gift.

"Manager Feng, what should we do in this situation?"

The head guard was worried: "Could it be possible that they were heading towards the Suzaku Gate?"

"In case I disturb...that person."

"Don't worry, General." Feng Sanxi gave him a look: "Maybe that person is out for fun?"

“…” The leader of the guards understood instantly.

……

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!" Li Shimin drank two large bowls of double-skin milk angrily. Not feeling satisfied, he ate another bowl of fruit soup.

Empress Changsun was there to help people calm down, and this time even Changle was there.

Li Shimin had always doted on Li Lizhi and would definitely not let himself scare her.

"Aye, please don't bother with those people. They are a bunch of short-sighted people who only care about their own interests. How can they care about the people?"

Princess Changle took the fruit in front of Li Shimin and moved it aside. If Aye continued to eat it, he would definitely get a stomachache.

"Aye is just ashamed and angry." Li Shimin pulled the fruit back again.

Li Yin sat aside, eating fried yogurt leisurely.

"Brother, you must be angry that some fake Buddhas have forgotten their original intentions and used the benefits bestowed by the emperor as a tool to make money, completely disregarding the lives of the court and the people."

"That's right." Li Shimin said, "Don't they value money?"

He admired Buddhism because he was attracted by its ideas.

Educate the people to be kind-hearted, and believe that the suffering in this life is a form of practice to accumulate merit for the next life.

"Monks are not saints."

Li Yin curled up in the recliner, feeling sleepy: "Everyone has seven emotions and six desires, and monks are no exception. It is normal to have both good and bad emotions."

"Brother, Journey to the West is almost finished."

The last time it was published was with the carp spirit. Now, after so much time has passed, and with Li Yin's strong support for the publication of this novel, it has reached the last few chapters.

No wonder some people can’t sit still.

People in the Buddhist community are not like aristocratic families who can still find ways to continue making money. Once food becomes worthless, they are the first to collapse.

Unless everyone gives up the days of 'wearing gold and silver' and just takes care of the daily life of the novice monks in the temple.

But apparently some people don't want that.

"Sister, I've read your novel, it's the best in the world!"

"Brother, I didn't write this." Li Yin pointed to her head and said, "I saw it in my dream."

She continued, "The story 'Li Xiaojiu's Daily Life in the Army' was written by me."

As soon as these words came out, the ice ball in Li Lizhi's spoon rolled directly to the ground.

"Aunt Li Yin..."

She spoke with difficulty: "Did you really write "The Daily Life of Li Xiaojiu Joining the Army"? "

"Yes!"

Li Yin happily admitted that this was her level, stupidity and passion coexisting, stupidity and joy coexisting.

"..."

Li Lizhi covered her chest and was speechless for a while.

"I am Master Li." It turns out that he is really Master Li!

At this moment, the image of someone in her mind seemed to have a crack.

"Big girl, big girl!" Li Yin was startled and frantically looked for emergency medicine for the other party: "Don't get excited anymore."

By the time Li Lizhi caught her breath, her face had become numb.

Li Yin also breathed a sigh of relief: "You said earlier that you like watching "Li Xiaojiu", you're just a fan, I understand~"

"Would you like me to sign an autograph for you?"

"..."

The rift in Li Lizhi's heart deepened. She smiled and said, "No thanks. Thank you, Aunt Li Yin."

Now the one who got hurt became Li Yin.

"I think you need it." Li Yin put on the same smile as Li Lizhi.

She took out a book, signed it in cursive, and handed it to Li Lizhi, saying quietly, "Big girl, you must keep it well..."

He looked as if a demon had been born.

Li Lizhi took it with trembling hands and remained silent.

Speaking of Journey to the West, Li Yin called the system twice in her mind.

[System, I have a question]

【explain】

[Under this situation, can literary works of later generations still be produced? ]

The people around the capital have gradually begun to write in vernacular Chinese. When those students popularize pinyin throughout the Tang Dynasty, classical Chinese will most likely become a question on the test papers.