"This ...... This...... General Zhang and all of you said this, this official has no shame to say to them, usually such heavy physical work, how can they give one or two silver every month to take care of food, and now they only ...... Eh...... Is this different from forced labor? Don't you forget, the saint abolished the Tang Dynasty's service, and it was only half a year! At this point, all the countries have come forward to recruit laborers who have to pay back the market price for the month, and the annual salary is ......" Lu Zhongtian looked at the ragged Japanese and looked at himself, the managers in fine clothes standing on the high platform, and his sympathy immediately flooded.

"No, this matter must not be so half, this official must immediately write to the sage to explain the situation here, at present, this Japanese island country is like my Tang Dynasty territory, how can it be treated so differently, this is completely contrary to the concept that the sage used to say that all people are born equal, although we have not coveted their food, but this scarcity is really despised by the world......"

"Old man Lu, I didn't expect you to leave Beijing for so many years, why is this brain still so pedantic, how did you get demoted and expelled from Beijing in the first place? Actually, just because we killed a few ruffians and hooligans with the saint, you are indomitable and have written to the emperor several times, so you are not good at braining, and now we can do this without the nod of the saint? Do you dare to do it? Sage: In order to take the Japanese island country, do you know how many people died in our Datang? Now that I didn't kill them, I just served ten years of hard labor, which is already a great blessing, I don't believe you go down and ask them in person, will they really be dissatisfied with their current life? Do you have both eyes on the top of your nose that are out of gas? Open your eyes and look at those newspaper staff from Chang'an, they also have the power to supervise......"

Ge Laoliu was in a hurry, and was angry with Lu Zhongtian, the pedantic old boss, and scolded his mother directly on the spot, and after he said this, Lu Zhongtian seemed to find that there were several well-dressed people on the dense construction site with small books in their hands, and the staff of Chang'an Daily in the album were shuttling back and forth in the middle. So the old man snorted coldly a few times, and immediately rushed down with his official uniform.

"Sixth, let's take someone to take a look, don't let Lord Lu cause any trouble, those newspaper people are all from Niangniang's Taiyuan Academy, and the face of the saint used to not buy it, if you really write something nonsense, I'm afraid that we will ......eat good fruit when the time comes" "Yes, yes, Brother Zhang, you're right, this old bastard is stupid to read, full of benevolence and morality, and he doesn't let the Fan people be low-cost laborers, do you still pull his own family over to buy coolies?" After urging Jiulang to follow Ge Laoliu's words, he shouted a few words, so the three of them immediately rushed all the way over.

However, they seemed to be a step too late to catch up, because when they walked to Lu Zhongtian's side, the old boy was saying that he treated all workers in Hubei equally, but fortunately, when he was about to say the issue of annual salary, Zhang Xiaojing's mouth was bald faster than him, and Ge Laoliu and Jiujiu immediately pulled Lu Zhongtian back.

"A few are newspaper friends who came from Chang'an, Ben Shuai has already received the newspaper from the Di and said that we must enter the friendship of the landlord, but the people who rushed to the post house this morning just said that the big guy came to the construction site to report the news, how about it? Do you have anything to gain? If there is anything you don't know much about, you can ask Ben Shuai, the construction of the infrastructure project in this Hubei and Hunan provinces will take ten years, which is really a thousand things......"

"Oh! It turns out that you are the famous General Zhang Xiaojing, I heard that when you fought with the sage against the Tubo Dao general Wang Azaxi, you were a small pioneer flag officer, can you tell us more about the situation at that time? Especially when the saint was besieged by Azhasi with you......"

"Ahh These things are the right people to ask, at that time Ben Shuai was by the saint's side, but at that time, my status was low, and I didn't protect at all, but when the sage fought a decisive battle with the Tubo daredevils who attacked up, Ben Shuai witnessed it with his own eyes, by the way, there was a life-chasing general at that time, an iron hand general...... That is, the four great protector generals who are now famous far and wide, at that time they were just the guards around the saints...... "Zhang Xiaojing added fuel and vinegar to tell the bizarre twists and turns of the past, what chased his life, flew down the city wall to block a hundred, Li Mao fought hand-to-hand with the enemy, although he suffered several knife wounds, he still fought to the death and did not retreat, etc.

Several staff members of the Chang'an Daily who listened to it were amazed, and they did not forget to dig up the details of the news everywhere while recording it, and Zhang Xiaojing also knew that the purpose of their visit was to understand the affairs of Japanese laborers, so after roughly attracting their attention from Lu Zhongtian's stool, he immediately changed the conversation and changed the topic back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, those car years, we have time to say, after you are busy with the work at hand, if you still have time to stay in Wuhan, this Shuai will definitely give you a drink and then we have a good chat for three days and three nights is not a problem! The sage attacked Tibet in the west and settled in the Turkic ...... Zhang Xiaojing is a first-hand witness of those things leading a horse and hanging a stool beside the saint, and there is no one who knows more about it than me......"

Although Zhang Xiaojing's divergence from the topic seemed a little blunt, the personnel of several newspapers were also flexible people who had been in contact with all the three sects and nine streams in Chang'an City, and at this moment they naturally understood that they should give this commander of hundreds of thousands of troops some face, especially just now when Zhang Xiaojing did not hide his feelings in front of everyone in front of everyone in the past.

So even if these people don't look at the monk's face, they will more or less look at the face of Li Mao, the living Buddha, and after a few words of greeting with Zhang Xiaojing, they walked down the steps to those Japanese laborers for on-site interviews. But it just so happened that it was time for lunch at this time. Hundreds of cooks carried thousands of steamed buns, as well as dozens of jars of fried pork offal, and the bone broth rushed over like this.

"The first few Lang Jun and the little lady hurry up and get out of the way, this is just out of the pot to eat, but don't burn you! Huh! Huh! And all of you are in line! No queuing, no meals! It's a mess like I haven't eaten in eight lifetimes! Are there still officials watching from above? The workers are quick with their hands and feet......"

"This old man, dare to ask if you are in charge of the food supply for these laborers? These hundreds of thousands of food, are you all making new ones every day? The old man in charge of the kitchen had a dry cigarette in his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at these nobles who were neatly dressed and incompatible with the people, and his face couldn't hide a little disgust, but he had also served as the captain of the flag platoon officer in the army before, and even if he had seen the world, he naturally knew that these people were not something he could offend.

"I said a few Langjun little ladies, you don't look at what is convenient to rush in and join in the fun, those people are all Japanese Fan clan what kind of ronin, wild very, although there are still chains on their feet at the moment, but if this is a temper, we can't stop it, especially you handsome little ladies, they are all looking at it? Let's go away, as soon as this meal is opened, they will be like wolves, and we can't be busy......"

"Uncle, let's just ask a few words and leave, are so many people working in chains? On weekdays, there are errand boys who beat people and persecute them, right? "Hit! How can I not fight, I have to smoke them in exchange for me, there are no longer a few people who do things secretly and slippery, but hundreds of thousands of people are inevitable, but then I saw our good food, they are also much more honest, it is like this food is like a starving ghost reincarnated, I can't afford to raise it......" The old man took out his dry tobacco stick and beat it on the sole of his shoe as he spoke.

Seeing that they couldn't ask any substantive questions, several "Datang Reporter" classmates had no choice but to change direction and walk towards the Japanese veteran workers who were queuing, but when they saw the soldiers standing there far away with bows and crossbows and swords, they unconsciously hesitated for a while, and finally broke away the soldiers with the help of Ge Laoliu before they walked over again.

At this moment, the Japanese laborers under the command of the soldiers have slowly lined up in a long line to receive lunch, and the tools for eating are also very simple, that is, a round bamboo tube hanging from their waists, which is usually used to hold water, and when they eat, they are used to hold broth and pork offal. Anyway, those big buckets of steamed buns were left there like this, and they were allowed to eat and take them again.

"Alright, you dead eater, isn't it enough to take five? Beware of being held alive! From time to time, the staff who sent the rice were waving wooden sticks and shouting in the crowd, but the Japanese laborers still tried their best to take more as if they didn't hear them, and even if the sticks fell on them, they only laughed and dodged.

"Eh, how can you people beat people at will? What's wrong with people eating more? "Eh, nobleman, you can't talk nonsense, where are we beating them, you see them all like they haven't eaten in their lives! If you don't look at it for a while, the whole bucket will have to be overturned, and there are a few nobles who don't know if they just let them take care of it some time ago, and several people have been eaten alive and died, and the poor people in the barbarian land are afraid that they have never eaten enough since they were children......"

As he spoke, a few of the stewards pulled a few fifteen or sixteen-year-old laborers in front of the newspaper workers. "Noble, look at these half-sized children, there are only a few taels of meat on their bodies, and they have to work thanks to our Datang, otherwise they will starve to death on the streets sooner or later!" "How do you know that they haven't had enough to eat, perhaps because you haven't given them enough food before?" A girl with a picture album didn't seem to believe what the steward said, and after saying that, she pulled the Japanese laborer who had been bowing her head and nibbling on the bun to the side to seek an answer for herself.