After the translators finished translating Song Qingquan's words, not to mention the villagers who were still kneeling on the ground, even the village chief looked stunned.
"Is this really an imperial edict written by Emperor Yi of the Yi Dynasty? The imperial edicts of the Yi Dynasty are too "poor". Shouldn't imperial edicts be high-level? How can there be an imperial edict that they can directly understand?"
However, compared to the straightforwardness of the imperial edict, the content inside made them feel even more incredible.
You know, it's a war now, okay?
"Shangguan, did you just say that all of us will be free from farmland and grains in the next three years and don't have to hand it over?" The village chief asked Song Qingquan in a low voice as if he couldn't believe it, for fear that something had happened just now. Incorrect.
With the help of a translator, Song Qingquan quickly understood what the village chief meant. Song Qingquan quickly asked the village chief to get up with everyone, and answered:
"Yes, I am a benevolent and wise emperor. I heard that the people here are very heavily taxed and live in poverty, so I ignored the objections of the ministers and showed mercy and allowed you to stay during our Yijun occupation. The food tax will be exempted for three years to reduce the harm caused to you by the war, so that you can live more comfortably during the war."
Originally, Song Qingquan could just let the Han Chinese who lived in Myanmar and understood the Burmese language come and pass the message. However, after much consideration, the military decided to use military officers to lead translators to pass the message. After all, they were more "professional" .
"What about three years from now?" the village chief asked hurriedly, seemingly not noticing anything wrong with his words.
"Well, well, actually our army doesn't think it will happen that we can't capture Yongjiya in three years. After our army captures Yongjiya and goes back to apologize, it will leave Myanmar. At that time, you will naturally return to the management of Myanmar. As for future taxation, it will naturally depend on how your court handles it!" Song Qingquan replied with a "slightly embarrassed" look.
Looking at Song Qingquan, the village chief seemed to realize that there was something wrong with what he had just asked. However, the thought passed by in a flash and did not make him care. After all, the mountains are high here and the emperor is far away. Who would care about a village chief? What did you say?
What's more, here, he's like the sky above his head. Instead of worrying about what is available and what is not, it is better to care about your own interests. You know, Myanmar has been at war for many years, and the village chief’s family has no food left!
The issue of food exemption is related to the interests of everyone present. At this moment, not only the village chief but also the villagers present were anxious to get to know him, but they were afraid of not knowing the character of the stranger Song Qingquan and did not dare to let down their guard too much.
As the translator's friendly and familiar Burmese continued to communicate with the village chief, slowly, the villagers who did not sense any danger to Song Qingquan also dropped their vigilance towards him and started talking among themselves.
At this time, a villager among the gathered crowd had the courage to interrupt the conversation between the village chief and Song Qingquan, and asked Song Qingquan: "Well, sir. I want to ask, what you just said was your army After capturing Yong...Yong Jiya will leave. So if you capture him soon, even within a few months, will the food exemption be exempted for the next three years?"
These simple words were like dropping a huge stone on a calm lake. The crowd instantly exploded and started talking again.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of..."
"Yes, with the strength of the Celestial Kingdom, it is not easy to capture the kings of small places like us. What about after capture?"
"Yep…"
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"Okay, stop making noise and be quiet. Listen to what the adults say." The village chief, who was just thinking about three years from now, never thought that something like this might happen, so he shouted loudly to ask everyone to quiet down. .
After the translator translated the words of the man to Song Qingquan, Song Qingquan replied: "I have already stipulated in my pilgrimage that I will never interfere in the internal affairs of other countries except under special circumstances. This tax is your most basic national affairs, so we naturally You can’t interfere either.”
"In other words, as long as we capture Yong Jiya, we will leave. At that time, you will also return to Myanmar's management. We have no right to interfere."
"My lord, are you saying that as long as you catch Yong Jiya, you will leave? If we don't have three years, we will not be able to avoid three years of food?" the village chief asked anxiously.
"Yes, as long as we catch Yong Jiya and leave, we can only give up on the food exemption that I promised. After all, you will no longer be under our management by then, so the only thing we can agree to is You are the ones who are exempting yourself from food while our army is temporarily under your jurisdiction." Song Qingquan said, spreading his hands and looking apologetic.
"But we can mention this matter to your court. But after all, this matter does not belong to our national affairs, so we have no right to interfere with your court's future decisions. After all, your country is small and money and food are tight."
"Sir, can you fight for three years?" a villager asked cautiously.
"Haha, this brother is joking. To be honest, if our army fights in Myanmar without any scruples, then this war should be over in three months, otherwise it will not exceed six months at most." Song Qingquan couldn't help complaining as he spoke.
"But you should also know that instead of protecting your own people, your Burmese army burned, killed, and looted everywhere. In the end, it even abandoned the old, weak, women and children to stop us, so that they had to rely on us enemy troops to save them. Live, what do you think this is? As for whether we can fight for three years, we can't say. I guess it will take more than a year for us to settle all the people in Myanmar!"
Hearing this, instead of blaming the Yi army for attacking Burma, the villagers present cursed the Burmese court and Yong Ji Ya.
"Quiet, please be quiet and listen to the adults." After another scolding from the village chief, the villagers became quiet again.
After everyone was finally quiet, they heard another voice ask weakly: "Sir, I want to ask, did you just say that slaves who don't have land can go to your place to get it?"
"Yes, brother, are you a slave here?" Song Qingquan looked and saw the voice of a frail and thin man, so he answered with a smile and a friendly look on his face.
"Sir, I am a slave of Mr. Mambogang's family. His family went to escape the war, so I left my family here to look after the house." The voice of the person who asked the question was a little lower.
