The officers present were overjoyed and did not expect that they would still have a chance.
But they soon realized that someone was wrong, because although the little saint asked questions, his eyes were fixed on someone.
Everyone present looked at this person, but they did not expect that the person in Zhao Ping's mind turned out to be this person.
Cao Ke and others originally had an idea in their minds, but when they saw Zhao Ping's eyes, they had to bury the idea in their stomachs.
Zheng Ding couldn't help but be stunned, and he didn't expect that the little saint would actually like him.
You know, he is a subordinated general, and he is not as good as Cao Ke, an old man from Zhaojiazhuang who is well-established and popular.
Zheng Ding had no choice but to step forward respectfully: "Little Sage, I am willing to go to Xining. I sincerely ask the Little Sage for permission."
"How should you respond?" Zhao Ping did not answer his words, but asked.
Although Zhao Ping likes it, he still has to convince everyone.
Zheng Ding thought for a while and replied respectfully: "Focus on Zhaojiazhuang and be inclusive."
"Dingzhi makes sense, but what if we encounter a barbarian attack?" Zhao Ping first agreed with him,
Zheng Ding didn't think twice and answered directly: "Call back directly."
"Yes, what if Tibet comes?" Zhao Ping agreed and asked smoothly.
Zheng Ding didn't think of this at all and blurted out: "Tubo will fight Tubo, right?"
As expected, he was not a member of the officialdom, Zhao Ping couldn't help but shake his head.
Not only Zhao Ping shook his head, but also Wang Wenxiu shook his head.
If Yu Qishi is his subordinate, then Zheng Ding is not only the best partner, but also his most powerful guarantee.
It can be said that except Zhao Ping, no one cares more about Zheng Ding than him.
Hearing Zheng Ding's words, Wang Wenxiu was shocked at first, and then relieved.
After all, although Zheng Ding had served as a minister in Xingyuan Mansion, he didn't know about the darkness of officialdom.
After all, the Hu people's emphasis on force is all about force.
There are many twists and turns in Han officialdom, and you can get into trouble if you are not careful.
The officialdom of Tubo was even more complicated. Not only were its branches weak but its branches strong, Lamaism was still vaguely superior to the nobility.
No matter how strong Zhaojiazhuang is, the Han people in Xining account for a very small number, and they have just arrived in Tubo.
Zanpu brought Zhaojiazhuang into Tubo and also brought hatred into Tubo.
If the Tubo people were to supervise the country by themselves, they might rebel, let alone someone from outside Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhao Ping shook his head and guided Zheng Ding: "Is there a battle between the Hu tribe and the tribe?"
"I will finally be taught." Zheng Ding understood immediately and bowed respectfully.
It's good to know, the key is how to deal with it.
Zhao Ping slowly sipped the tea and asked by the way: "How should you deal with this matter?"
It seems that the little saint was a little dissatisfied just now and must behave well now.
"I'm reporting this to the little saint. Of course, on the basis of ensuring that the interests of Zhaojiazhuang are not damaged, we will maintain the authority of the palace to the maximum extent." Zheng Ding thought for a while, organized his words and answered slowly.
Zhao Ping nodded, looked at him and asked, "What else?"
"I'm telling you the little saint, it's not Zhaojiazhuang's character not to fight back when hit, and not to retaliate when scolded. Of course, he must fight back." It turned out that the little saint was not satisfied with his answer. Zheng Ding gritted his teeth and said decisively.
"Remember, hunting rabbits is just a matter of course. Tubo are barbarians who have transformed from foreign countries, and they will not surrender unless they are beaten. However, Zhaojiazhuang is reasonable. I will not offend others unless they offend me." Zhao Ping looked at it and said in a deep voice: "No fight. If you don’t fight, you should fight with authority until the opponent is convinced.”
Zheng Ding looked at Zhao Ping intently, nodding and keeping it in mind.
"Of course, when you first go to Tubo, the key is to gain a firm foothold. As long as the other party doesn't go overboard, big things can be reduced to trivial matters. Once the soldiers and horses are well trained, you can let go and go for a big fight." Thinking of Tubo after all. Far away, facing the double attack of the Hu people and the Tubo, we had to be cautious, so Zhao Ping explained it again.
"Little saint, Zampu is begging to unify Tibet. I wonder if he can help the palace unify?" Zheng Ding thought for a while and asked cautiously.
He had to be careful when asking questions because Zhao Ping didn't explain anything to him at all.
It is every man's wish to do something great, and it is rare for God to favor him like this.
Isn’t it a pity that such a great opportunity has been wasted?
Not only his eyes were full of heat, but Wang Wenxiu's eyes were also full of heat.
He is not very old, only just fifty, and has ten or twenty years left to live.
If Tubo was unified during his lifetime, not only would his trip to the world not be in vain, but he would also be able to honor his ancestors on the royal memorial tablet.
Zhao Ping looked at the two people eager to try, not knowing what they were thinking.
He came to the map, pointed to the map of Tubo and said: "Tubo can be divided into two parts, one is East Tubo, and the other is West Tubo. The terrain of East Tubo is relatively flat, while the terrain of West Tubo is more steep and cold. This East Tubo was once invaded. Siluo has unified it. Since there is a large lake in Eastern Tubo, it is called Qinghai, so it might as well be called Qinghai. If you have the opportunity, you can unify the Tubo in part of Qinghai first. This can be regarded as completing Song Yu Zanpu's explanation. "
"Little saint, why don't you unify all Tibetan and Tibetan things?" Zheng Ding asked puzzledly.
This person really doesn't understand officialdom. Zhao Ping shook his head: "I am just a supervisor of the country. Sooner or later, this Tubo will have to return power to the current little Zampu. Should Zhaojiazhuang be asked to make wedding clothes? Of course not. Besides, all of Western Tubo They are all high mountains, and altitude sickness is strong, causing a large number of Zhaojiazhuang troops and horses to be injured and killed. The gain outweighs the loss."
"Little saint, Tubo has been in decline since the previous dynasty. Why not take down the whole Tubo in one go?" Zheng Ding was even more puzzled.
Sure enough, this person only knows how to fight and does not know how to govern the country. He is just a warrior.
Zhao Ping picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and looked at Wang Wenxiu: "Ziyang, please tell me."
Since both of them were going to Xining for business, he wanted to see how they looked at each other.
Zheng Ding is purely a martial artist, so it doesn't matter if he is short-sighted.
Wang Wenxiu wants to supervise the country on his behalf. If he doesn't have the vision, Zhao Ping will consider replacing him.
Now that Zhao Ping is looking at the world, he must play a big game.
This grand chess game is to use mountains and rivers as boundaries and Tubo and other countries as chess pieces to achieve one's own goals.
He will never let others destroy his ideas, and must proceed according to his own ideas.
"As ordered." Wang Wenxiu came out from the ranks of civil servants and saluted Zhao Ping.
After he bowed his hands and bowed, he spoke eloquently: "I tell you, little saint, that a weak Tubo is what the Song Dynasty needs most."
After saying this, he turned his head to Zheng Ding.
If he didn't know what Zhao Ping meant, he might as well go back to farming.
"A weak Tubo is what the Song Dynasty needs most?" Zheng Ding fell into deep thought.
"Is a powerful Tubo what the Song Dynasty needs?" Wang Wenxiu asked Zheng Ding, and reminded him, "When Tubo was strong, it once invaded Chang'an of the previous dynasty. This must be taken into account."
"What, Tubo was so powerful that it actually captured Chang'an, the capital of the previous dynasty?" Zheng Ding did not expect that the currently weak Tubo was so powerful before.
Wang Wenxiu looked at Zheng Ding and continued: "Not only can Zhaojiazhuang fail to unify Eastern and Western Tibet, but it also wants to support Western Tibet and make the two Tibetans fight several unification wars for the sake of unification."
"What, you still have this idea of letting Tibet and Tibet fight each other?" Zheng Ding became more and more confused.
Wang Wenxiu shook his head, sighed for Zheng Ding, and continued: "Whichever side is weak, Tibet and Tibet, will support whichever side is weak."
"What, Zhaojiazhuang actually supports the weak Tubo side?" Zheng Ding found it more and more incredible.
Wang Wenxiu ignored him and continued to add according to his own thinking: "When to fight and what not to fight, this cannot be done by Tibet and Tibet, but should be done according to Zhaojiazhuang's ideas."
"Oh my God, they both have their own kingdoms. They can't decide whether to fight or not. They still want Zhaojiazhuang to decide?" Zheng Ding couldn't help but be stunned.
Wang Wenxiu shook his head and continued to play on the spot: "Both sides are exhausted from the fight. Let's ask Zhaojiazhuang for notarization. We don't need to fight at this time."
Zheng Ding did not speak at this time, but rubbed his eyes, unable to believe that this person was Wang Wenxiu, the magistrate of West County.
"Of course there is a time for reunification." Wang Wenxiu looked at Zheng Ding and suddenly said with deep meaning.
Zheng Ding felt that his brain was full of paste and he couldn't turn around at all.
He carefully bowed his hands and asked, "Ziyang, when will we be unified?"
"When both sides are unable to start a war, when both sides need peace, and when both sides need Zhaojiazhuang's canonization to gain a foothold in Tubo, Zhaojiazhuang can discuss the issue of unification on the basis of canonization." Of course Wang Wenxiu would ignore him, and It is to express your thoughts completely.
Having said this, Wang Wenxiu stepped forward and bowed his hand to Zhao Ping, leaving Zheng Ding who was thinking constantly, and then returned to the ranks of civil servants.
Zhao Ping did not comment, but looked at the civil and military officials below: "If you have any other ideas, you might as well tell them."
"Congratulations to the little saint, Tubo is in the hands of Zhaojiazhuang." Zhang Si was the first to come out to congratulate.
Zhao Ping chose two people, one knew how to govern the country, and the other knew how to march and fight. The two cooperated with each other and complemented each other.
Zhang Hong also came out to congratulate and reminded: "I tell the little saint that the Western Tubo Kingdom should be chosen now. It is better to do it sooner rather than later."
Zhao Ping nodded, pointed to the southeast of west Tubo, and said: "There is a small Tubo kingdom called Lagari Kingdom, Zili (Zhonghua character). Please arrange for someone to contact it."
"Little saint, I obey my orders." General Zhonghua stepped forward, looked at the map, and said respectfully.
Zhonghua has many detailed works, all of which are carried out in the name of businessmen.
Because it was extremely convenient for merchants to move around, even if the Song Dynasty and the Hu people fought fiercely, it did not prevent merchants from both sides from having normal exchanges.
At this moment, Zhong Hua suddenly thought of a question: "Tell the little saint, my subordinates have another matter, which is related to the safety of the Xining caravan."
"Since I have something to do, I might as well talk about it." After all, when the Xining caravan returned to Xi County, there was Hu people's territory in the middle, so they had to consider it.
"Last time the Xining caravan killed two thousand horse bandits played by Hu people, the Hu people must have remembered it in their hearts. What should we do about this?" Zhong Hua has been thinking about this and asked, and now he just brings it up.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, took a sip of tea, and smiled: "Xining just needs manpower, leaving 70% in Xining and returning 30%." The Hu people saw that the casualties in Zhaojiazhuang were not small, with 70% casualties, and they felt balanced. "
When Zhao Ping said this, he couldn't help laughing.
Everyone present couldn't help laughing and glanced at each other. They didn't expect that Xining would leave a large number of people behind, which would kill two birds with one stone.
"Little sage, Dingzhi and Ziyang are both celebrities, and they are known to the barbarians. How can we get to Xining?" Zhonghua also laughed. After laughing for a while, he asked a new question.
Zhao Ping came to the map again, pointed at the map and said: "Actually, there is more than one way out of the Qinling Mountains. In addition to Chencang Road, there is also a road called Qishan Road that can go out. It's just that this road is not that flat, but it can lead directly to Tianshui."
Wang Wenxiu and Zheng Ding also focused their attention here. For safety reasons, they only passed here with a small number of people.
Of course, in order to protect the two of them, the group of businessmen still had to go to Chencang Road openly.
"In this case, it will be hard for Ziyang and Dingzhi to walk on the rugged path." At this point, Zhao Ping stepped forward and saluted Wang Wenxiu and Zheng Ding.
In fact, Wang Wenxiu and the two of them have long been eager to go to Xining and display their skills in a new and vast world.
However, in order not to arouse the jealousy of others, the two of them still had to be modest: "Little saint, I will obey my orders."
At this time, a soldier of Zhonghua handed over a letter. Zhonghua couldn't help but change his face when he saw it.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked, not knowing how quickly Zhonghua's face turned excited.
"Little saint, there is another letter from the mistress." Zhong Hua handed it to Zhao Ping respectfully.
Zhao Ping took the letter, tore off the paint, opened it, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My mother's letter this time is so serious that I can't go back."
Everyone thought about it, wondering if the mistress had something important to do and she had to ask the little saint to go back?
