I am engaged in construction in Datang

Two days later, it’s registration day.

The people took their children to the school early in the morning. Muramasa led the team personally and checked the list with the teachers one by one.

"Linshui Village, are the people from Linshui Village here?" Ah Cai shouted loudly, holding the list in his hand. In front of him were dozens of village chiefs sitting in rows.

"Here it comes!" A little old man raised his hand.

Acai checked a box on the paper: "There are 14 children in your village, 6 of them are between 8 and 5 years old, Du Fengjuan, Du Liangheng... in the 19th grade, the third class of the young children, and the teacher's surname is Qian, Qian Lin."

"Remember it, what are you looking at?" Acai glared, it would be very troublesome if he forgot.

"Master, how do we find him?"

"The 19th grade junior class 3 is in the third class on the first floor of the first teaching building. The head teacher Qian Lin is waiting at the door! You can lead the children to find the way there later."

"There are a total of 9 children aged 11 to 6 in your village. They are in the middle-age class 6. The class teacher's surname is..."

The whole morning was in chaos. Many children were sent to the wrong classes or lost their babies. One person came with ten babies from the village, but when he left, there were eleven.

Fortunately, there were soldiers guarding the area, otherwise who knows how much would have been lost.

Of course there were also students who didn’t come, and the class teacher knew all of that.

Green Water Village.

Feng Ji paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, feeling extremely anxious.

"Muramasa, it's been a day and there's been no movement over there. They're just trying to scare us."

"But why is my heart so..." Feng Ji said with a sigh.

A few days ago, he wrote a letter to his former classmate who was working in Beijing, but he has not received a reply yet.

"Have the Eastern Turks on the east side of the river sent any babies over?"

"Nope!"

A few years ago, Hebei Province took in a lot of surrendered Eastern Turks, who were divided into small villages interspersed among the Tang Dynasty villages.

Due to the language barrier, there was not much communication but we got along well.

The East Turkic villages around Lushui Village are considered to be relatively powerful, and they usually dare not even listen to the county magistrate.

Feng Ji felt a little relieved. As long as that group of East Turks continued to disobey him, he would have a reason to refuse compulsory education.

Just as I was thinking about it, a villager came running towards me in a panic.

"Muramasa, something bad has happened!"

He gasped for breath, his eyes full of fear: "An army has surrounded the small village of East Turkestan!"

With a 'crack' sound, the teacup in Feng Ji's hand fell.

"army?"

He was full of disbelief: "Is it really that serious..."

"It's true." As the man spoke, tears suddenly fell from his eyes. He was so scared.

This is the army. Green Water Village is not enough to fill their teeth.

Fortunately, they were not the ones we were looking for this time.

"Quick, prepare the carriage, and let me go over and have a look."

Atule Village.

Song Pu was peeling mink skins, which was the favorite fur material for the ladies of wealthy families in the county.

Now that it is prepared, it can be sold at a good price in winter.

The Turks loved hunting but had no farming skills. Even after coming to the land of the Tang Dynasty, they still made a living by hunting.

"Aye, can this meat be made into pancakes to eat today?"

The nine-year-old boy was in the growing stage and didn't care about the bloody scene at all. He only cared about whether he could eat delicious mink meat tonight.

"Eat, eat, eat. Why do you think about eating all day long?"

Song Pu slapped the kid on the head and said, "Didn't you eat rabbit legs yesterday?"

"We have to keep this to sell for money!"

Hunting is difficult in winter, so they have to earn more money to buy rice, flour and oil.

"Okay." The child drooled and walked out of the house, looking back every few steps.

He had only taken two steps when he was knocked to the ground before he could turn his face back.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the burly man in front of him. The man was wearing light armor, had dark skin and murderous eyes.

"Little boy, is your father Songpu?" the man said in a muffled voice. He stretched out his hand and picked up the child.

“???” The child turned pale with fright.

The tall man spoke the Tang dialect, which he could not understand.

"Why don't you answer?"

The bearded man reached into his pocket and fumbled around for a while before pulling out a candy that was almost melting.

He prepared this thing for his daughter, but now he is in Hebei Road, so he can't give it to his daughter.

"Come, have some candy to calm your nerves."

He peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

"!"

What did the bad guy stuff into his pocket?

Could it be some kind of poison?

The child was frightened and wanted to vomit immediately.

"Hey, what are you doing!" The man quickly covered the baby's mouth: "It's delicious, and very expensive."

He brought this from Chang'an, and you can't buy it here.

After chewing twice, tears welled up in the child's eyes.

"Why are you crying?" The man became even more fierce. He couldn't stand the crying little kid, so he put him down immediately.

The other party, at such a young age, could no longer bear such a scary scene and started crying.

"Wow-ah yeah!"

"Aye, I've been poisoned!"

As he said this, he chewed the 'poison' in his mouth twice...

This is too delicious. If he takes a few more sips, he will vomit.

Thinking of this, more tears welled up in the child's eyes.

The other party is so vicious that he made the poison so delicious!

inside the house.

When Songpu heard his child's shrill cries, he hurriedly put down his work and went out to see what was happening.

"Aye..." When the child saw Songpu, he ran over and got into the other's arms.

"What are you eating? Spit it out now!" Song Pu was extremely anxious. This naughty kid was eating enthusiastically even though he knew it was something unknown.

The child chewed twice more and swallowed the last bit of candy, then said aggrievedly: "I can't spit it out, I've finished it."

"Hey!" Songpu was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he slapped the idiot.

Then he forcefully pressed the child onto his knees and began to swing him on his back.

"Are you Songpu?" The man was relieved when he saw the adult coming out: "I heard that you can speak Tang dialect."

"Is there a problem?"

Songpu slapped the boy's back hard and looked at the big man vigilantly.

"You idiot, hurry up and vomit. There might be hope!"

The man didn't understand this sentence. He just looked at Songpu in confusion: "Did the baby make a mistake?"

"Yeah." Songpu glanced at him and didn't want to say more.

He beat the baby so hard, don't you know what's going on? If you hadn't fed him all that crap...

"You can't beat me like this even if I made a mistake!"

Compulsory education teaches that you should first talk to your children about the reasons, and then slap them in the face if that doesn’t work.

Thinking of this, the big man stepped forward and stopped Songpu's behavior.

The child was beaten so hard that he was dazed. Just as he stood up, a piece of "poison" was stuffed into his mouth.

"There's only one piece of candy left. If I hadn't seen how badly you were beaten, I wouldn't have given it to you!"

"Poison!" the child screamed in horror, then covered his mouth tightly.

The sweet taste of milk filled his mouth, and he looked at Songpu aggrievedly: "Aye, I've already eaten one piece, so let me finish this one too..."