Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Yuchi Baoqi, playing around all the way, sent Li Lizhi to Princess Chengyang's palace, wondering if she was too tired to walk back.

Yuchi Baoqi secretly walked to the royal stables to find a good horse, preferably Li Shimin's favorite.

Turning on the system to scan the conditions of these horses, a hexagonal horse instantly caught Yuchi Baoqi's eye.

"It's you, baby!"

Yuchi Baoqi pulled the reins of the horse, and a man who thought he was handsome got on the horse. He whipped the horse's butt and headed outside the palace city.

By the time Wang De received the stolen royal horse from the stable, Yuchi Baoqi was almost at Zhuangzi.

"Your Majesty, the stable has been stolen and the royal horse has been stolen and disappeared."

Li Shimin didn't believe that any big thief could enter the imperial city these days and only steal horses, and only one.

After asking who had entered the palace, Li Shimin quickly sent a telegram to Yuchi Baoqi's Fuzhong, Zhuangzishang, Baoli Trading Company and other places where he might hang out.

"I'll let you ride for two days. Take good care of the horse, or your legs will be broken!"

When Yuchi Baoqi received the telegram, he crumpled the paper and threw it away.

"Have the engineering department made the light bulb yet? How long will it take me to light up the Tang Dynasty by myself?"

The person in charge of the engineering department was originally Yuchishan, but now he is mining in Goguryeo. The temporary person in charge came out.

"Master, this old man Mo Qi is the temporary manager of the Engineering Department. The light bulb you want is very difficult!"

"It combines glass processing, tungsten steel manufacturing, and chemical vacuum. It is really difficult to mass-produce it at the moment. If we make a hundred units in a batch, the yield is only [-]%."

Yuchi Baoqi thought for a while: "Eighty or eighty, let's do it first. Then the workers will become more skilled, won't it?"

"Also, your name is Mo Qi? Are you a descendant of Mozi from the Mohist family?"

Mo Qi nodded: "Our Mo family's family motto does not allow us to study weapons to kill enemies. I found that the young master can benefit the people without making weapons to kill enemies, so here we are."

Yuchi Baoqi was noncommittal: "What are you best at?"

Mo Qi didn't have to think about this problem at all: "Clocks, all the master's self-propelled clocks have been made, and they are even more accurate."

"How are the batches of farm tools I want made? Now the population of Datang is too small, there are too many farmers, there are not enough workers engaged in industrial production, and there are not enough people to make steel. There is a shortage of people everywhere! The liberation of productivity is imminent. "

Mo Qi scratched the few hairs on his head: "This, Master. It's finished, but the rubber has been taken away by the workshop that produces can lids."

Yuchi Baoqi was shocked, had all the fog and grass been taken away? I took away so much rubber grass and rubber from the system last year?

Sighing: "Well, I'll make some adjustments tomorrow. You guys can make the prototype first, so we can make it easy then."

Mo Qi still had another doubt: "Well, it's written in the atlas that these farm tools require diesel. We haven't figured out how to extract oil from the firewood yet."

Yuchi Baoqi was suddenly amused by the little old man: "Come on, stop talking. Diesel is not squeezed out of firewood. Let those few firewood go."

It seems that the distillation plant has to be opened, but the area in the capital is too narrow to open a distillation plant without the smoke billowing.

Yuchi Baoqi asked Mo Qi to go ahead and send a telegram to Tibet.

"I have a lot of fierce fire oil stored. I will send the loyal guards to send the drawings of the distillation plant and the process flow. I will find someone reliable to do the work for me."

Unexpectedly, the reply came quickly: "The fallen leaf department has received it and assigned Sun Chong, the director of the sugar factory, to be in charge of the construction and production of the distillation plant."

Yuchi Baoqi thought it was good and replied, Changsun Chong is a person who accepts death and has a lot of backbone and arrogance. Being the director of this distillation plant is not bad either.

The telegraph machine beeped: "I am Changsun Chong."

Yuchi Baoqi instantly turned off the telegraph machine, crumpled the message and threw it into the wastebasket, breathing a long sigh of relief.

"As long as I'm not embarrassed, everything will be fine."

Yuchi Baoqi spent the night in Zhuangzi. The small courtyard he had been in was always being cleaned by enthusiastic villagers, and he slept surprisingly well.

I rushed to the factory that produces can lids early in the morning and went directly to the warehouse where the materials are stored without asking.

Yuchi Baoqi felt much better looking at the rubber packaged in the semi-warehouse.

"Send these rubbers to Zhuangzi, as soon as possible."

The steward ran over and first asked people to move things and load the car, and then asked Yuchi Baoqi.

"Should this rubber be used elsewhere? We have already exceeded this year's production target."

Yuchi Baoqi was a little curious about how much this excess was.

"How much is the excess?"

The manager took out a pamphlet: "Judging from the current consumption situation of the army and supermarkets, it is probably overproduction for about six years."

Yuchi Baoqi was numb, completely numb.

"People from the engineering department will come to take away the craftsmen from the factory in a while. Don't worry about getting paid as usual. You have to help the engineering department complete the invention and production tasks."

When the manager heard that he was about to go to the Tianwei Army Engineering Department that he had dreamed of, he immediately took a shot.

A standard military salute ended the conversation between the two, and Yuchi Baoqi seemed to be free.

Riding Li Shimin's precious Feidian, Yuchi Baoqi just wandered around Chang'an City, and occasionally exchanged pleasantries with people who knew him.

"When I'm busy, I'm so busy. When I'm free, I don't know where to go. Huaidao goes to sea again. I have my own things to do when I'm silent or bright. Hey~. I'm free!~"

"The distillation plant is ready to be built, large agricultural tools are also being made, and the Wujun dock is also completed. It seems that I am really fine."

People, I just can't help but think about Yuchi Baoqi riding a horse slowly down the street, and then riding away from Zhuque Avenue.

"Eight hundred miles urgently!"

"It's all my fault!"

When Yuchi Baoqi heard this, he knew that it must be a big deal. After all, the place where the telegraph was blocked must be the place where he and Li Shimin had less control.

Thinking that Li Shimin would let Wang Delai call him into the palace for discussion anyway, he simply chased the red feather messenger who was in a hurry for [-] miles.

Yuchi Baoqi chased the messenger directly to the Manna Hall, and the whole journey was frantic. The messenger should have said that he was just eating this bowl of rice. When he got to the Manna Hall, he dismounted his horse and trotted away, leaving Yuchi Baoqi behind.

When Yuchi Baoqi entered the Manna Hall, the messenger had finished telling the story.

"You came just in time. King Li You of Qi rebelled in Qizhou. The people in the state have converted to the White Lotus Sect and believe in the Buddha Mother and the leader."

Yuchi Baoqi looked at Li Shimin's expression and guessed that he already knew.

"Shadow has sent you a message a long time ago? It seems that you are wise and confident."

Li Shimin shook his head and put down the memorial in his hand.

"I haven't received a report from the shadow. To be precise, the shadow has not reported for half a month."

Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "Actually, you and I both know that Li You is not clear-headed, and I'm afraid it was Yin Hongzhi's handiwork behind it. But how did he get involved with the White Lotus Sect?"

Li Shimin stepped down from the imperial desk and sat on the edge of the tea table to make tea: "The military steel was probably transported to Qizhou by some means, but I don't know what their scale is now."