After the meal, Li Xiao, accompanied by Yuan Fang, inspected the progress of the workshop, and then went to inspect the workshop.

The workers' shacks and workshops are actually separated, and the workers work in the workshops during the day and return to the shacks at night, and the two places are very close to each other, and the distance is just a large canteen.

In the twilight, the thatched huts were neatly arranged. In order to maintain order, Li Xiao deliberately implemented this rule of joint sitting, and even asked each armor to take turns on duty to form a joint defense team. This is all voluntary work, and it is also to ensure everyone's safety and protect the workshop.

Naturally, these victims have no opinions, not to mention that being on duty in the joint defense team is not completely without the slightest benefit, and there will still be a little allowance for being on duty at night, and they can eat a supper in the canteen and receive a liter of food stamps.

The joint defense team is a squad of five people, a group of ten people, a small team of 50 people, a squadron of 100 people, and a brigade of 500 people.

Take turns on duty, each divided into districts, and each person is given a wooden stick and a few torches when on duty. Although they are all victims of the disaster, they can barely be regarded as a rabble, but in the eyes of Li Yuanfang, a person from the Heshuo border army, these rabbles are also a little decent.

"Without him, Organize!" Li Xiao broke through the root in one sentence.

No matter what, there has to be an organization, and if you structure it, and then give it a set of action plans, then it will become different. Of course, it's just a good look, and if they can strengthen discipline, have clear rewards and punishments, and have enough incentive programs, they will work harder.

"They know what they are guarding together, it is the workshop of our printing office, and it is also their own temporary home, behind them are their wives and children, and if they lose here, not only are their parents in danger, at least they may lose the place to earn food stamps and eat, and at this time, there are few better options outside than ours."

People have goals and efforts.

This is like sometimes the homeless people rebel, and they are also a rabble, but sometimes they can beat the officers and soldiers and cannot find the north, because they are hungry and anxious, and they will fight desperately in order to eat enough.

Dare to work hard, this is bravery.

"San Lang, I always feel that you didn't just form this joint defense team because you want to manage this camp, you seem to have other concerns?" Yuan Fang asked.

Li Xiao turned his head to look around, and under the twilight, this camp was full of life.

After a tiring day, the men were chatting and blowing the wind, the women were doing laundry, the children were playing games, and it was a peaceful scene, it was hard to see that this was a refugee camp.

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm worried. Under this calm, in fact, it has already been a premature surge. This printing bureau is actually a thorn in the eyes of many people, although Cui Zhiyi coveted printing and was ruthlessly cut off by me, but in fact, there are countless Cui Zhiyi staring at us in secret. ”

The advent of the printing press was very bad news for the old scholars, which seriously endangered their interests and was a great blow to their academic and educational privileges.

Li Xiao believes that they will not sit idly by, even if the printing bureau is set up by the emperor himself, the more ruthless it can be pressed, the more powerful the backlash will be.

"If you were those people, what would you do?" Li Xiao asked.

"Find a way to get it." Li Yuanfang said, this is also Cui Zhiyi's previous practice, wanting to get his hands on printing. But Li Xiao refused to compromise and retreat, he even tricked Cui Zhiyi, cheated Cui Zhiyi's thousands of money, and made Cui Zhiyi lose his two daughters, but he didn't even get the hair.

The printing press was just a turn in his hands, and then it was raided by the emperor, and the printing press was taken away by the emperor.

Cui Zhiyi was miserably tricked.

He also proved that this path is not going to work.

If you can't get it, you will most likely destroy it.

Li Xiao and his printing technique are now heretics for those of the old scholars.

Planning ahead is Li Xiao's style, and he won't wait until the storm comes to repair the house. Although the Zhongwei Bridge is at the foot of Chang'an, there are so many victims here, if one is not good, anything can happen, and even after it happens, the real reason cannot be found.

Li Xiao didn't want to be killed by a group of killers mixed with the victims, and he didn't want to be killed by a group of instigated victims.

Even if he didn't have an accident himself, he couldn't let the printing bureau have an accident, this is a place where he has put a lot of effort into it, and he has even promised the emperor and hundreds of officials in the court that 20,000 sets of books will be printed for 300,000 yuan, and if this promise is not fulfilled, he will be stoned to death by countless bricks.

The drums sounded.

Adults and children who were still playing and chatting outside in the shade rushed to their own sheds, and a curfew was imposed on the construction site after dark.

This is also Li Xiao's rule, in order to be afraid of accidents at night.

After dark, as soon as the drums sounded, everyone had to stay in their own sheds, and they could only come out after dawn, even if they and pee, they could only pull in the stables in the sheds.

Whoever dares to visit the door after dark, or wander outside the shed, Li Xiao will not spare it. When it was first implemented, some people didn't take this rule too seriously.

Then the next day, Li Xiao hung up all the people he caught, whipped them, paid them their wages, and drove their entire family out of the construction site.

No matter how much they regret begging for mercy, Li Xiaodu did not agree with a heartfelt heart, and there are no rules.

The Printing Bureau has only such a few officials and manpower, and it is impossible to manage the camp of tens of thousands of people. Li Xiao can only rely on the rules, and can only rely on the victims themselves.

If a curfew offender is caught, food stamps will be rewarded to the joint defense team, and if a person who violates the ban is reported, the same food stamps will be given to the whistleblower.

In this camp, food stamps are hard currency.

If you have food stamps, you can buy extra meals, and you can even buy everything like sewing and cloth in the canteen shop.

If you find it but don't report it, you will be jointly and severally liable, and the most severe punishment will be the whole family being kicked out of the construction site.

Under these iron laws, the order of the construction site is good, there is a joint defense of the armor, and the joint team, plus the severe punishment of expulsion from the construction site, no one dares to violate the ban.

Groups of joint defenders began to patrol the night with torches and sticks.

Every night, there was a brigade of 500 men in the camp who patrolled the night, but they were divided into five shifts. Even during the day, the camp is patrolled, but there are fewer of them during the day.

"It's like a military camp, who would have thought it would be a refugee camp." Li Yuanfang sighed.

Li Xiao said in his heart that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were not also a group of farmers who farmed the land, but it was just because of more training, strict military orders, and a generous reward system that they created the strong combat power of the government soldiers.

Li Xiao didn't want to turn a group of disaster victims into fierce soldiers, he just wanted order.