Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Rencuo was sitting in an office with clear windows. Looking at the chiefs and the heads of various workshops in front of him, he felt a headache.

"No, Director Rencuo, there are still not enough workers. Can you recruit more people to work? The wages can be increased." Changsun Chong looked at Rencuo, feeling a little distressed.

Yuchishan did not mention the lack of manpower. "The main problems for workers in Tibet now are literacy and Chinese. Let's see how we can coordinate here. Is it possible to reduce working hours a little to give them the opportunity to become literate and learn Chinese?"

"This problem of insufficient manpower may not be solved in the short term. We can only see if there are some other tribes willing to come to Songzhou City. The current eight hours of work per day can be reduced to six hours first. The extra time can be used They go and learn. Policies alone are of no use in learning this matter. The main thing is whether they are willing to learn." It was also the first time for Rencuo to manage so many people. Although Yuchi Baoqi had already conducted surprise training for him, he really encountered Things are still a bit numb.

Several chiefs had been studying Chinese for a while, and one of them asked in broken Chinese: "How about we gather all the clan leaders and ask?"

Rencuo slapped the table and that was it. At that time, we asked if they were willing to study. If they were willing, they would follow the six-plus-two work-study system, and if they were not willing, they would continue the eight-hour work system.

Today is a weekend holiday, and the people on duty in the workshop are all people from Zhuangzi. The chiefs walked out of their offices and ran back to the temporary offices of their tribes to gather their tribesmen.

After a while, the square was filled with people from Tubo to Songzhou City. Everyone's clothes were very new and clean, and everyone's mental outlook was also very different from when they first arrived.

"I called you here today to ask you if you are willing to learn Chinese and Chinese characters. These two skills will definitely be used frequently in future work. If you are willing to learn, I will reduce your working time to six hours. The remaining two hours go to school and study. If you study well, you will get a scholarship. If you don't study well, you will go back to the eight-hour work system."

A man at the front of the crowd asked: "We need to hire a teacher to study. We don't have money. How about we wait until we save enough money from work to study?"

"All workers in Songzhou City will receive free teachers and textbooks. Just like your children now attend Songzhou Hope Primary School, it is free of charge. This money comes from the taxes paid by the workshops where you work. It comes out of the money." Rencuo explained to the crowd carefully.

"Crash!" A large number of people knelt down in the square, and many of them were kowtowing hard.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! You are not allowed to kneel. The young master said that except your parents, no one is worthy of your kneeling." Rencuo quickly turned around and motioned to the chiefs to get them up.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw the chiefs kneeling and clasping their hands in front of him.

"Rencuo is a Bodhisattva, a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering." The crowd in the square cried.

"There is no Bodhisattva in this world! It is the young master who asked me to lead you to a new life. You are your own Bodhisattvas! All stand up and use your own hands to create a future full of hope!" Rincso could only help one by one. There are so many people.

"The teachers responsible for enlightenment are all at the elementary school now. The specific teacher asked me to ask the young master what to do. This time I just want to ask you what you think about learning. Go back and rest. Each clan leader will notify you by then. I went to study." In order to ensure that everyone could hear his voice, Rintso's voice became hoarse.

Seeing that the crowd dispersed and each chief led his people back to the Tongzi Tower of his own people, Rencuo immediately ran to the Governor's Mansion.

"Recently, production and construction have been proceeding steadily, and several projects will be completed soon. So many people came from Tibet this time, which used up nearly all the housing reserves. Brother Bao, do you think we should plan one or two more? Residential complex?" Cheng Chuliang sat at the table and reported the recent situation to Yuchi Baoqi.

"Okay, once the location is selected, let's use the previous engineering drawings. It's efficient to use, it's nice to live in, and the neighbors can get in touch with each other." Yuchi Baoqi also knew that there wouldn't be many houses to live in if anyone comes again. .

"Master, the workers in Tubo are illiterate and do not understand Chinese. They always have to cooperate with interpreters during production work. I think this is inappropriate. So I asked the workers if they wanted to learn. They were very enthusiastic about learning, but they were responsible for it. The teachers of Meng Xue are all in primary school, and I can't find any teachers here to teach them." When Rencuo thought of troublesome Yuchi Baoqi, he felt a little ashamed on his face.

"I've heard about the six-plus-two work-study system. It's going well. When I send someone to deliver the letter to Chang'an this time, I asked them to bring a team of teachers to make sure it's enough." Yuchi Baoqi patted Rencuo's hand. The shoulder motioned him to sit down.

"Hey! As long as there is a teacher, as long as there is a teacher. As soon as they heard that the young master was going to teach them how to read and read, they fell to their knees." Rencuo was as happy as a child describing the scene to Yuchi Baoqi. .

"Brother Bao, are you going to send someone back? Can you let me go back too? Let me tell you first, it's not that I don't want to stay in Songzhou City, it's just that my father is here and I'm scared to death. In the past half month, I I don't even dare to go to the military camp." Cheng Chuliang looked at Yuchi Baoqi with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll tell Uncle Cheng soon that you want to be a deserter and return to Chang'an. He will happily come over to see you off." Yuchi Baoqi said with a smile.

"On the road? It's almost like God. Brother Bao, I won't go back to Chang'an. That's it. At least I can save my life if I stay here." Cheng Chuliang quickly took Yuchi Baoqi's hand.

"As long as you know, you two remember to come to the Governor's Mansion tonight. Ariel and Rengui will leave for Chang'an tomorrow. There will be a farewell banquet in the evening. This is one of the few opportunities to drink." Yuchi Baoqi instructed the two of them.

Cheng Chuliang left the Dudu Mansion and went to the construction site to prepare for the planning and construction of a new residential area, while Rencuo stayed.

"Master, this time Ariel and his companions return to Chang'an, I drew down the route to Narba's stronghold. I drew it from memory. It may not be accurate. I don't know if it will be used." Ren Cuo said from He took out a carefully folded piece of white paper from his overalls pocket.

Yuchi Baoqi took it and nodded, unfolded the paper and looked at it. "It's very detailed. I just don't know if they are still there. I'm afraid they have run away a long time ago."

Rencuo sighed: "I'm useless. I can't help the young master much."

Yuchi Baoqi patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay. There are many ways you can help me. Now that Songzhou City is a pilot project for ethnic integration, your workload is already heavy enough. As for this reading and literacy campaign, you It was well planned.”

Rencuo knew that the young master was trying to comfort him, and felt depressed in his heart. After bidding farewell to Yuchi Baoqi, he went to the temporary offices of the chiefs.