I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

The little girl twitched her lips slightly, revealing a somewhat helpless expression as she replied, "There's an imperial decree from His Majesty in Xianyang City. If anyone can be found sneaking into Xianyang City, there's a reward of 10,000 coins for reporting them!"

"For ordinary people like us, this is a direct way to get rich."

Hearing the little girl say this, Li Shimin and the other three couldn't help but widen their eyes, and Cheng Yaojin's rough face was full of surprise.

He couldn't help but shout, "So much reward?"

"Yes!"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

“So everyone is eager to discover outsiders.”

Li Ji looked at the little girl intently. He knew very well that Li Shimin was extremely concerned about these situations.

So he asked, "Are all the people in Xianyang City educated like you? I feel like this place is very different from other places."

The little girl nodded first, then shook her head.

He said: "It can't be said that everyone has read books, but everyone can read and write."

"When His Majesty was still the Crown Prince, within two years of taking office in Xianyang, he began arranging for everyone to learn to read and write on a large scale."

"In two years, if there are still illiterate people, they will be arrested and taken to the governor's mansion, and forced to copy books every day!"

"It was a spectacular scene. Many people complained bitterly at first, saying they had busy farm work at home."

When she said this, the little girl's body trembled slightly, as if she was recalling the days when she was taken to the governor's mansion to copy books.

A hint of fear flashed in her eyes. It was truly an unforgettable experience for her.

Seeing that they had asked enough questions, Li Shimin and the other three stopped bothering the girl. After thanking her, they let her go about her own business.

The four of them sat at the exquisite mahogany table, looking at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Everything here is so new and unique to them, as if it has opened a door to a new world.

For example, this table and chairs are made of high-quality pear wood, and the wood texture is clear and delicate.

The craftsmanship of the tables and chairs is extremely exquisite.

Sitting on it felt very comfortable, with every part of the body getting just the right support. It was much more comfortable than the soft or hard mats they had sat on before, which always made them feel uncomfortable.

Li Shimin saw something extraordinary from these seemingly insignificant details.

He vaguely understood why his son dared to confront the powerful aristocratic family.

If all the people of the Tang Dynasty were like the people of Xianyang City, knowledgeable and cultured, able to understand things and distinguish right from wrong, then what would the aristocratic families have to fear?

Their monopoly will collapse on its own, and the power of the people will be unstoppable like a surging tide.

"Xianyang Evening News, one penny a copy! Xianyang Evening News, one penny a copy!"

Suddenly, the clear and loud voice of a crier hawking his wares was heard outside Songhe Tower.

The sound echoed in the busy streets, attracting people's attention.

The newspaperman was a young man, dressed simply but neatly, with a big cloth bag full of newspapers on his shoulders.

He was holding a newspaper and walking around in front of each shop. Every time he arrived at a shop, he would shout a few words enthusiastically.

When Li Shimin heard this new term, he was extremely curious, like a kitten being gently tickled by a feather.

He hurriedly said to Li Ji, "Go quickly and buy me a copy."

After receiving the order, Li Ji walked quickly to the newsboy, took out a penny from his pocket and handed it to the newsboy. Then he took the newspaper and returned to the table impatiently while reading it.

His eyes were fixed on the newspaper, as if he was enchanted by the content and couldn't move his eyes away.

That focused look on his face was as if everything around him had disappeared, leaving only him and the newspaper in his hand.