Songyu looked at the people around him with a wry smile.
"Because this Zanpu of mine is just an appearance, you haven't thought of it at all."
Hu Liang, Pu Da, and Meng Lang looked at each other with disbelief.
Although the little saint is not the king of a country, he can be said to be rich and invincible.
Although Tubo is a little poorer, it still has green salt.
This is no ordinary table salt, but the most famous table salt in the world.
Before the invention of the little sage's snow salt, it was the best table salt in the world.
"Zanpu, doesn't Tubo have the best green salt in the world?" Meng Lang is the Minister of War of the Kingdom of Israel. He couldn't help but ask: "Dare I ask Zanpu, what is going on here?"
"Because Gu Zanpu is a descendant of Zunsiluo, they have to serve me in name. But compared with many ministers such as Da Lun and Marshal, Gu is not as powerful as them. Not only do they have hundreds of slaves under their command, but also He controls most of the salt fields." Songyu took a sip of the mung bean soup fed by Chanbu and continued to smile bitterly.
Meng Lang thought for a while and asked cautiously: "How many slaves and salt mountains does Zanpu have?"
"There are only a few dozen slaves, and the salt mountain is not as good as Dalu." Song Yu smiled bitterly at first, and then answered frankly.
Xu Te and Chen Hua looked at each other, and Chen Hua couldn't help but say: "Zanpu, it seems that the name is indeed in vain. This one is really a weak branch but a strong branch. It is the opposite of the Song Dynasty, completely reversed."
"That's right. In this case, Gu has no choice but to protect himself. He has to recruit troops." Songyu looked at Hu Liang and Pu Da with an apology, "But where did the money come from? It had to be in the name of Zanpu. Suppress foreign businessmen and suppress prices.”
Hu Liang, Pu Da, and Meng Lang looked at each other and felt a little relieved.
The three of them looked at Songyu sitting on the bed, feeling extremely conflicted.
It is absolutely impossible to say that the three of them don't hate Zamp.
But from Song Yu's point of view, facing such a bad court, what else can he do besides desperately protecting himself.
After Song Yu finished speaking, he was also looking at the expressions of the three people. He saw that they were uncertain, and he didn't know what they were thinking.
He forced himself to endure the pain in his chest and bowed to Pu Da, Hu Liang and Meng Lang, "Xiao Wang has offended many people in the past, please forgive me."
"Zanpu, foreign ministers don't dare." The three of them hurriedly stepped aside and saluted together.
Although Zamp's past behavior was very uncomfortable, after hearing his explanation and gaining his respect, I felt more or less balanced.
"Zanpu," Meng Lang couldn't believe it at all: "As a king of a country, he has fallen to this level?"
"Tubo is no longer the Tubo it used to be. The whole Tubo is torn apart," Song Yu said with a bitter smile on his face. "Qingtang, a small Tubo kingdom, was once destroyed. Now it has just been restored, and its foundation is very weak. , almost starting from nothing.”
"Tibet is also restored, and the Kingdom of Israel is also restored." Meng Lang seemed to have found a common topic and felt the same way. "The reason why the Kingdom of Israel was restored is because we Zhuhu people are like children without parents. May I ask for praise? Pu, what is the purpose of Tubo’s restoration?”
After saying that, Meng Lang and the three of them looked at Song Yu together.
In fact, not only the three people from the Kingdom of Israel were asking, but Xu Te, Chen Hua, and Yun Shuchen were also very interested and looked at Songyu together.
"This is also forced." Song Yu's eyes were shining brightly, as if he was recalling the past. "It should be more or less the same. If the barbarians come to attack, if they don't return to the country, they will be like a loose sand, and it will be easy for the barbarians to defeat them one by one."
"Zanpu, the foreign minister would like to know who proposed the restoration of the country at that time?" This is very important. The person who made the proposal must have a very high status and identity.
Song Yu smiled bitterly: "It's Brother Da Lun, Marshal La Jia and other noble chieftains."
"Zanpu, this Jialuo didn't propose to restore the country?" Meng Lang felt a little strange.
Song Yu took a look at Meng Lang and thought that this man was indeed a businessman and had no sense of officialdom.
But he still had to explain: "Didn't the great lama Babasi surrender to the barbarians on behalf of the entire Tibet? Jialuo is also a great lama, so naturally he must be consistent with Babasi."
"Zanpu, the foreign minister is even more confused. Since he wants to be consistent with Babasi, why does he have to interfere in the Qingtang City court?" Meng Lang felt as if his brain was full of mush, and he became even more confused.
As expected, you are a businessman, not suitable for officialdom, so you are still the Minister of the Ministry of War.
If there is such a military minister in Tubo, is it a blessing or a curse?
After thinking about it, I can only deal with them differently.
If you don’t understand what Ben Zamp means and don’t act according to Ben Zamp, that will be a disaster.
If you can understand what Ben Zamp means and act according to Ben Zamp, that is a blessing.
Song Yu could only think this way and didn't dare to say it.
Seeing the security team and the people from the Kingdom of Israel looking at him, he didn't want to be misunderstood, so he had to explain: "Jialuo should have two purposes. He wanted to have a place in Tubo, so he married his daughter to an orphan. In addition, he wanted to have a place in Tubo. , he may also be from Qingtang City arranged by Babasi to control."
Although the Han people called it Xining, he thought it was their Qingtang City in Tubo.
"What, the great lama has a daughter, and the monk wants to get married?" Meng Lang felt even more confused, and his voice suddenly became louder. Then he felt something was wrong and hurriedly covered his mouth.
Song Yu felt that this person was really not suitable for officialdom, and he actually made a fuss over such a small thing.
But thinking about it, the Kingdom of Israel has just been established. Look at these ministers of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household. They are all businessmen.
It would be normal if the Minister of the Ministry of Commerce was a businessman. Unexpectedly, the Minister of the Ministry of War and the Minister of the Ministry of Hubu were also businessmen.
Still echoing what the Han people said, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.
However, he could only bury these words in his heart, glanced at Meng Lang, and said calmly: "The Tubo Great Lama is divided into two types: monks and lay practitioners. Monks are not allowed to marry and have children, but they are allowed at home. The status of lay practitioners is It is far inferior to practicing as a monk. This is similar to Han monks and lay people."
Speaking of this, he looked at Chen Hua intentionally or unintentionally.
"Report to Zanpu, there are still differences." Chen Hua saw Song Yu's eyes, thought for a while and decided to say, "Han people are indeed divided into laymen and monks, but they are still different from Tubo. Tubo calls them all Lama, very misleading.”
"Foreign Minister Zanpu thinks so." Meng Lang agreed with Chen Hua, and then changed the topic, "There are also foreign ministers who want to know, which one has more influence and power, the lama or the nobles?"
Song Yu couldn't help but look at Meng Lang carefully, which made Meng Lang feel a little baffled.
Song Yu felt that what he said later was on point. This was the sensitivity that people in official circles should have.
"Tea, tea." Songyu had a dry mouth and hurriedly looked at the explanation and shouted.
Chanfu immediately stepped forward and bowed to Songyu: "Zanpu, your precious body has not recovered yet, so you cannot drink tea. You can only use mung bean soup instead of tea."
Song Yu is more Chinese-speaking, and he likes two kinds of tea, one is Zhaojiazhuang's Drunk Spring Breeze, and the other is butter tea.
But as a Zanpu, he must drink butter tea.
At the same time, he was influenced by his teacher Li Yang, and his favorite thing in his heart was Zui Chunfeng.
After Song Yu drank Zui Chunfeng, he felt that other teas could not be called tea at all.
But he could never say these words, he could only keep them silently in his heart.
After hearing what Chan said, he forced himself to resist the urge to hit others in his heart and slowly drank the mung bean soup that Chan gave him.
After Songyu drank a few mouthfuls of mung bean soup, his mouth felt less dry.
"Which one has more power, the lama or the nobles?" Songyu thought for a while, "Both have power. One is visible power, the other is invisible power."
"Tell Zamp, what is visible power and what is invisible power?" Meng Lang became even more confused, like a curious baby.
As expected, this person is not a member of the officialdom, yet he cannot know even these things.
He sighed inwardly and explained: "The nobles have slaves, salt mountains, and soldiers. This is visible power."
"Zanpu, this is easy to understand, but what about invisible power?" Meng Lang became even more confused after hearing this, as if a cat was clawing at his heart.
Song Yu looked him over and said calmly: "The lamas have no slaves, no salt mountains, and no soldiers and horses, but they have believers. Except for some nobles, many people in Tibet are their believers."
"Believers, there are many believers in the Song Dynasty. This is normal and nothing special." Meng Lang shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief, "This one doesn't have much power."
"The followers of the Song Dynasty and the followers of Tubo are completely on two different levels." Song Yu looked at Meng Lang and said calmly.
Meng Lang thought for a while and nodded: "Zanpu, the foreign minister's wife is also a believer. She often goes to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. She donates a lot of copper coins and has a golden body for the Buddha statue. She has spent almost half of the foreign minister's family property. .”
Having said this, he thought to himself that although he paid attention to the blessings of Bodhisattvas in his business, that woman must have been too prodigal, and she donated almost half of her family property to the temple.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Do you think it is so easy to make money for your husband?
Unexpectedly, when he said this, his wife felt that it was her credit for making money.
The reason is very simple. It is because of her offering incense every day, donating merit, and asking for blessings from Buddha and Bodhisattva that her family is so prosperous.
Meng Lang thought for a while, and finally pinched his nose and admitted that Madam was right.
"Zitao, your wife is a devout believer." Song Yu first affirmed Meng Lang, which made Meng Lang stunned.
It’s not that the two are not on the same level, so why are you so sure of my wife?
Songyu then shook his head: "If you were in Tubo, your wife would not have done enough."
"Why hasn't it been done enough?" Meng Lang didn't understand at the moment.
Songyu looked at Meng Lang with pity in his eyes: "Your wife should donate all her property."
"What, all the family property is donated?" Meng Lang couldn't believe his ears, thinking that he heard wrongly, "If all the property is donated, what will the foreign ministers eat, use, and raise their children?"
"No, no," Songyu nodded, then shook his head: "This is not enough, because your wife is not pious enough."
"Zanpu, what should the foreign minister do?" Meng Lang felt a little confused and curious at the same time.
Song Yu looked at him with pity and said, "That lady should donate your whole family to the temple."
"Zanpu, my wife has donated the foreign minister, so why should the foreign minister's family become monks?" Hearing that his wife asked the whole family to become monks, he couldn't help but think of the whole family being monks, either big monks or small monks. I shivered.
Songyu shook his head and looked at him with a pityful look: "No, Zitao, you thought wrong."
"Zanpu, it turns out that instead of asking the foreign minister to become a monk, the foreign minister can still continue to do business and continue to support his family." Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief and answered happily.
Songyu shook his head and said in a compassionate tone: "Your wife should chop off your hands and feet, and chop off the hands and feet of your whole family, so that your wife's sins can be eliminated."
"What, the foreign minister is doing well, and he is devoted to the Buddha. How can he let the foreign minister's family chop off his hands and feet?" Meng Lang saw Song Yu's eyes, as if he was holding a machete and was chopping off his own hands and feet, and his face turned pale.
Songyu nodded, then shook his head: "But your wife is not pious enough. She should skin your whole family alive and donate them to Buddha. Only in this way can she be pious enough to eliminate her sins."
When Meng Lang saw Song Yu's gaze, he felt his neck tighten, as if he was being skinned by his wife.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but retched and hurriedly covered his head, his body crumbling.
This is too cruel, too bloody, and too barbaric. It is indeed a barbarian.
Not only was he like this, but Pu Da, Chen Hua and others were also very uncomfortable. Their faces were all pale, their bodies were crumbling, or they were retching.
Meng Lang retched for a while and finally felt better.
"It seems that this invisible power is greater than the visible power." He thought for a while and asked puzzledly: "Then how do the nobles respond?"
