Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

Bingzhou, during the Tang Dynasty.

Yanmen County.

Zhonghe Village, a village that did not exist before, became a place where a large number of laborers and foreign laborers gathered because the Tang Dynasty built waterways, bridges and roads.

Over time, this village came to be.

Just half a month ago, the three largest waterways under the jurisdiction of Yanmen County were completed thanks to the hard work of Changsun Wuji, a group of water conservancy officials from the Ministry of Works of the Tang Dynasty, and professors from the Imperial University.

The project has finally been accepted.

As a result, villages like Zhonghe Village would naturally be abandoned as the laborers moved on to the next river excavation site.

At this moment, Zhonghe Village is bustling with people.

Several tall flags stood guard by hundreds of soldiers from the Tang Dynasty's new army, surrounded by an excited crowd.

People from Goguryeo, Turks, Uyghurs, Tuyuhun, and even Tibetans and Japanese can be found among them.

Now, everyone is holding a stack of documents stamped with large seals, along with their own work contracts, and nervously lining up here with their families.

The biting wind flattened the flag that was hanging high at that moment.

It revealed a clear line of Chinese characters under the sunlight.

"Only by enduring the bitterest of hardships can one rise above others – Proclamation of the Tang Dynasty Immigration Bureau"

Name: Song Sanshi

Nationality: Goguryeo

Occupation: Laborer for the Yellow River Water Conservancy Project

"Resume: Three months of dredging in River Channel No. 1, and three months of transporting stones in River Channel No. 3."

"Tang language exam results: Lower Grade B..."

The official in charge of handling the matter looked up. Despite his youth, his imposing gaze, though not angry, made the Goguryeo man in front of him panic instantly.

"Don't you know that only those who achieve a Grade A in the Chinese language exam are eligible to apply for citizenship?!"

The Goguryeo man named Song Sanshi panicked.

He hurriedly waved his hands and pleaded, "My lord, my lord, that exam was a month ago. I can speak Tang fluently now, I..."

However, the official completely ignored the other party's pleas.

His Highness the Crown Prince's message to the Immigration Department was very clear: the Tang Dynasty was short of people and did not mind talents from other countries joining the Tang Dynasty and becoming Tang lords.

But for the lowest-level laborers like them, it's best to let them forever hold onto that impossible dream and spend their entire lives digging canals for the Tang Dynasty until they die.

"Hey you guys in the back, look closely! You've let people who don't meet the basic standards through! Are you even capable of doing this job?!"

Suddenly.

The group of Datang Immigration interns at the back of the line, responsible for the first round of screening, couldn't help but feel a pang of panic.

After looking at the information of the people in line again, I realized that...

One of the interns noticed something amiss with the workmanship and stamping.

"Sir, perhaps I should register again next time? I... I'll leave now..."

The Japanese laborer immediately felt guilty and hurriedly bowed and apologized while trying to take the booklet with the work certification stamp from the intern.

however.

"Somebody come!"

The intern gave a sharp shout, and immediately two Tang soldiers in armor came over.

He handed the booklet to the other person, his eyes fierce.

"This guy is dishonest; he even forged a personal seal, trying to get away with it!"

Upon hearing this, the laborers around them instinctively took a few steps back, moving away from the Japanese man.

The latter's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He was not given any chance to explain.

"boom!"

A powerful punch landed squarely on his stomach, knocking him to his knees, his face instantly turning red with pain.

The Tang soldiers took the booklet and their eyes immediately turned cold.

"It's you bunch of Japanese dwarfs who are the most dishonest! Men, drag you away!"

The noise at the back did not affect the processing speed of the Tang Dynasty immigration officials at the front of the procession.

No one cares where those who tried to slip through the cracks and were taken away after being discovered will end up.

Name: Zhang Zhaoji

Nationality: Goguryeo

"Occupation: Acting supervisor for the Yellow River water conservancy project; Class B stonemason; Class B carpenter"

"Resume: Supervision of construction of sections 338 to 365 of River Channel A, No. 1"

"Tang language exam result: Grade A"

"Honors: Advanced Supervisor, Class B Labor Medal"

The Goguryeo man named Zhang Zhaoji, with an honest and simple appearance, puffed out his chest excitedly and proudly when the immigration officer read his resume.

He revealed the two medals he had specially pinned to his chest today.

however.

At this moment, the Goguryeo people around them, upon seeing the two medals, all had eyes flashing with contempt and anger.

What advanced supervisor, what labor medal—it's all just what this shameful traitor got by exploiting his fellow countrymen!

"boom!"

A seal was stamped on the man's document at that moment.

One of the three clearly reserved blank spaces was marked with a "qualified" mark.

"make persistent efforts!"

The official gave a half-smile of encouragement, which made Zhang Zhaoji nod excitedly and express his gratitude.

"Thank you so much, sir... I will definitely work hard from now on and make sure nothing goes wrong on the construction site..."

not far away.

On the high platform, Li Dejian, the eldest son of Duke Li Jing, couldn't help but snort coldly.

"How could such trash pass the review? What use are these wicked servants to our Great Tang Dynasty?!"

"Heh..." Fang Yi'ai, dressed in a jet-black Bingzhou New Army overcoat with gold epaulets representing a captain on his shoulders, chuckled coldly.

"Didn't you say it yourself? He's a wicked servant, so there are three rounds of audits. Let's not even talk about whether he can pass the last two audits. Even if he can pass, according to His Highness the Crown Prince's regulations, the second audit won't be until three years later."

"The third time will be ten years later... Ten years! Even a small mistake could undo all his previous efforts."

Fang Yi'ai's eyes were fixed on the foreign laborers below who were trying to ascend to heaven.

That look, however, was as if he were looking at the other person as if they were falling into hell.

"You want to be superior to others in my Great Tang Dynasty? Heh, you're not worthy!"

The so-called immigration was nothing more than a web of deception meticulously woven by that unscrupulous prince for these foreign laborers.

These immigration officials act as a vast network, monitoring the entire situation and occasionally using poisonous promises like "incentives," "work points," and "someone has already succeeded" to keep these laborers perpetually intoxicated by this beautiful dream.

I stayed in Bingzhou Road for a long time.

Fang Yi'ai has now begun to harden his heart.

Having no interest in watching these ants' ridiculous attempt to defy fate any longer, Fang Yi'ai turned and led several officers to inspect other areas.

Zhonghe Village has a good geographical location. At most six months later, when the downstream canal on the east side of the river is completed and the two lines are connected, Zhonghe Village will also become a village that relies on the river.

Now, with the instruction of Changsun Wuji and the tacit approval of His Highness the Crown Prince, Prince Lu Li Yuanchang's real estate association has officially obtained the development rights for this land.

On the basis of these existing houses, a village will be built to house the widows and widows of soldiers.

With the river in place, there's no need to worry about their livelihoods.

"Help! Help! What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?! You guys, ah!"

"Please, spare my wife! She's sick..."

A series of chattering Japanese birdsong, accompanied by cries of pain, made Fang Yi'ai, who was inspecting the river, raise an eyebrow.

then.

Then they saw a remote and simple house where several burly men wearing bird-beak masks were roughly shoving a pair of Japanese laborers into a carriage.

The group spotted Fang Yi'ai from afar and pulled a plaque from his pocket.

He gestured for the other person to see, but Fang Yi'ai gently shook his head.

He turned and left immediately.

Li Dejian also witnessed this scene.

"Hiss... It seems like these people at the National Medical College have been arresting Japanese people quite frequently lately."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask! Instead of wasting time on that, focus on training. Once the Lantern Festival is over, the Emperor Emeritus will launch a northern expedition. We, the new Bingzhou army, will be going to Gaochang Kingdom as His Highness the Crown Prince wishes."

"This time your father is the deputy commander-in-chief. If he messes up... tsk tsk tsk."

Time flies.

The first year of the Zhenguan era has become a thing of the past.

The first month of the second year of Zhenguan had already passed.

Once the Lantern Festival is over, all walks of life in Chang'an begin their new year's work once again.

Will this thing work?

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. This old minister has had someone test it, and with this dosage, one can sleep until noon the next day."

"Won't there be any side effects?"

"His Highness the Crown Prince sent the imperial physician to examine her; there's no problem..."

night.

On the Ganlu Hall side, Li Yuan, Li Shimin, and Li Chengqian, three generations of the family, were enjoying a harmonious time together.

"How delightful! Hahaha!" After downing a glass of fine wine, he still held a messenger's urgent report from Lingnan Road in his hand.

A rare blush appeared on Li Shimin's face.

He pulled Crown Prince Li Chengqian, who was the most reserved among the group, into his arms.

"Hahaha, Gao Ming, how did you come up with the idea of ​​having that old fellow Feng Ang lead the reform of Lingnan Circuit? How come I never thought of that?"

As Li Shimin spoke, he patted Li Chengqian's shoulder repeatedly.

This caused the latter's lips to twitch involuntarily.

"Hehe, Father is very busy with state affairs, and Lingnan Road is extremely remote. Although Feng Ang was granted the title of Grand Pillar of State, he is a low-key person. Moreover, although his eldest son is in Chang'an, he is also a reclusive person."

"It's not surprising that Father didn't think of him."

Li Shimin nodded immediately.

Li Yuan, standing nearby, also spoke up at the opportune moment, appearing to be speaking from the heart.

“Second Brother, the Panyu that Chengqian mentioned, oh, that is the Guangzhou administrative center he wants to set up, is exactly the place where Feng Ang once served as governor.”

"His son is also in Chang'an, and he's not the kind of person who likes to do anything shady. You can appoint him with peace of mind. As long as Guangzhou develops, Lingnan Circuit will be as prosperous as Bingzhou with Taiyuan Prefecture in the future..."

"Why would you need to worry about the national treasury's funds? Hahahaha!"

The grandfather and his grandchildren chatted casually, each adding their own comment.

However, the more Li Yuan drank, the more suspicious Li Shimin's expression seemed.

His gaze kept drifting towards his good buddy Pei Ji, who was sitting at the end of the table.

"Father...are you wondering why I'm not drunk yet?"

Li Yuan turned his head in surprise and was immediately met with the ambiguous smile on his son Li Shimin's face.

A bad thought instantly popped into my mind.

"Father, I regret to inform you that I predicted your prediction!"

Li Yuan looked down at his wine cup, and suddenly a strange sense of dizziness washed over him...

"You, you unfilial son..."