Zhao Yang didn't expect them to have such an idea and couldn't help but look at them in surprise.
He thought about it carefully, but when he thought that these newly rescued slaves, except Wang Ergui, the rest were serfs, he naturally didn't understand how the workshop worked.
He said calmly: "Old man, most of the people working in the workshops of Zhaojiazhuang are farmers just like you."
"General, isn't Zhaojiazhuang just a small village? What kind of workshop does it have?" Liu Decheng thought for a while, still frowning and asked in confusion.
Sure enough, the slaves who had just been rescued regarded Zhaojiazhuang as a small farm in the mainland, which was normal.
"There are many workshops in Zhaojiazhuang, and everything is sold all over the world. Not only the Song Dynasty and Dali have them, but even the Tubo barbarians can't leave. Some of these things can be used by you in the future, and most of the Tubo nobles can't leave." Zhao Yang said proudly.
But Liu Decheng was not so easy to dismiss. He still looked suspiciously: "General, what kind of things are these things? The little people are like they are lost in the fog."
"Old man, you know that we defeated the Tibetan soldiers and horses because we relied on the weapons of Zhaojiazhuang." As expected, Zhao Yang explained patiently, "These weapons can only be made by Zhaojiazhuang and cannot be made anywhere else in the world."
"General, it turns out that the weapons made by Zhaojiazhuang are so powerful." Liu Decheng laughed loudly, but it soon dimmed, "But we only know how to farm, and we don't know how to make weapons at all."
Zhao Yang bowed his hands and said to Liu Decheng: "Old man, it doesn't matter. Zhaojiazhuang not only makes weapons and other high-end items, but also immortal furnaces, immortal charcoal and other items purchased by ordinary people. You can participate in the production of these."
"Thank you, Heaven. Thank you, Heaven. Thank you, little saint. Thank you, Zhaojiazhuang." After Liu Decheng kowtowed and thanked heaven, he looked at the many children among them and tried to ask, "What should we do with these children of the little people?"
He knew that many children in the Song Dynasty went to school, but he did not dare to ask directly, but only asked indirectly.
"This old man is even more relieved. They all have to go to school. There are free schools in Zhaojiazhuang, and there is free lunch at noon." Zhao Yang said patiently as he didn't know what they were thinking.
"Thank you to heaven, thank you to heaven, thank you little saint, thank you to Zhaojiazhuang." Liu Decheng kowtowed to thank heaven again. After looking at Zhao Yang, he continued to test and asked: "General, it seems that you should be soldiers and horses of Zhaojiazhuang, but Zhaojiazhuang has How many troops and horses?”
After all, they are slaves. They have been slaves for generations, and they are extremely eager for the powerful soldiers and horses of the Han people.
There was a time when the Song Dynasty captured Qingtang City and renamed it Xining, which was quite grand in style of the Tang Dynasty.
But the good times did not last long. The Song Dynasty was defeated by the Jin Kingdom. The Han people lost the protection of the Song Dynasty and gradually became slaves.
They did not hope that the Han soldiers and horses in front of them were not strong enough and they, the Han people, would become slaves of the Tubo nobles again.
After all, the Jin State defeated the Song Dynasty, and the Hu people defeated the Jin State again, leaving them completely unsure.
Zhao Yang continued patiently: "Old man, you can rest assured that the security team is just a troop in Zhaojiazhuang."
Hearing this, all the rescued slaves could not help but be stunned. They thought that Zhaojiazhuang was just a small village, and they did not expect that this Zhaojiazhuang was so powerful.
"General, the security group is just a troop in Zhaojiazhuang. Is there another troop in Zhaojiazhuang?" Liu Decheng heard Zhao Yang's words and asked hurriedly.
Zhao Yang nodded proudly: "Old man, of course there is also a force called the Sichuan Protecting Army, but it is not here, but in Xi County."
"General, how many troops and horses are there in Zhaojiazhuang now?" Liu Decheng wanted to know more clearly and continued to ask.
When you see the other person break the pot and ask for the truth, don’t worry if you don’t ask someone who understands.
Zhao Yang could only say patiently: "Zhaojiazhuang currently has about 100,000 troops."
"One hundred thousand troops seems to be a bit too small. I heard that the Song Dynasty had almost one million troops." Liu Decheng was disappointed with these words and couldn't help but shake his head.
Zhao Yang couldn't laugh or cry. With one hundred thousand soldiers and horses, this old man was actually looked down upon.
He said patiently: "The elite army route that Zhaojiazhuang has been following has not only defeated the Tibetan soldiers and horses, but also hundreds of thousands of Hu soldiers and horses. They were also defeated by Zhaojiazhuang."
"Really?" When Liu Decheng heard this, he didn't expect that Zhaojiazhuang's soldiers and horses were so powerful.
It seemed that the old man was very suspicious. Zhao Yang nodded: "Zhaojiazhuang defeated hundreds of thousands of barbarians in Xi County before he could come to Tubo from Xi County."
"Heaven, heaven. You have opened your eyes." Liu Decheng knelt on the ground again, beating the ground while raising his hands to the sky.
Seeing Liu Decheng acting like crazy, Zhao Yang and others felt baffled.
But considering that he was an old man and the oldest rescued slave, it was understandable that he was extremely excited after being rescued.
Liu Decheng cried and laughed, sometimes beating the ground and sometimes raising his hands in the air.
He burst into tears: "Oh heaven, heaven, the Han people can be saved, the Han people can be saved."
Hearing this, all the newly rescued slaves burst into tears.
They all knelt down after Liu Decheng and kowtowed to express their gratitude.
"The Han people can be saved, the Han people can be saved." Although they shed tears, no one wiped their tears and they all howled.
It was the Song Dynasty that was defeated by the Hu people of the Jin Kingdom. The Han people lost the protection of the Song Dynasty and gradually became slaves of the Tubo people.
Zhao Yang, Ma Li, and Xiong Hu all burst into tears when they saw it, feeling ashamed and proud.
It is shameful that the Han people became slaves of the Tubo people and allowed themselves to be slaughtered by the Tubo people.
They are proud that they defeated the Tibetan soldiers and horses many times and rescued the Han slaves from the hands of the nobles.
Zhao Yang felt even more ashamed. They rescued just one noble Han slave, but there were thousands of Han slaves in the hands of the Tibetan nobles waiting for them to rescue.
Thinking of this, he didn't feel much pride at all, but felt heavy in his heart.
There is a long way to go to save Han slaves.
After the old man Liu Decheng went crazy, he slowly came to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang was shocked. Although this old man was physically ill, he was extremely energetic.
Seeing him, his eyes were red. Zhao Yang was extremely worried about his health and wanted to remind him to pay attention to his health.
"General, why is the little saint not the emperor?" Unexpectedly, he suddenly said something that Zhao Yang, the general, did not expect at all.
When all the newly rescued slaves heard this, they opened their red eyes and looked at Zhao Yang, their eyes full of passion.
Zhao Yang saw their looks and thought to himself, which one of us doesn't want to be the emperor?
But he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Old man, the little saint is a minister of the Song Dynasty, so you must not say this nonsense."
"Ministers of the Song Dynasty, ministers of the Song Dynasty. The little people were born in Tubo, grew up in Tubo, and grew old in Tubo. The little people worked as slaves in Tubo and have never heard of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty." Liu Decheng said through gritted teeth, appearing to be Extremely indignant and extremely determined.
Hearing the old man Liu Decheng speak so firmly, it seemed that not only did he not know about the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, but he had never heard of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
But they have heard of the Song Dynasty, don’t they know that there is an emperor in the Song Dynasty?
Zhao Yang and Xiong Humali looked at each other and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
Maybe he knew that there was an emperor of the Song Dynasty, but this emperor never thought that the Tubo Han people lived such a miserable life and were slaves to the Tubo people.
Since this emperor didn't think about them Han slaves and couldn't save them Han slaves, of course how could they think that he was the emperor of the Song Dynasty.
The little saint rescued them from slaves, so naturally he would support the little saint as emperor.
Other slaves who had just been rescued also said: "That's right, the little people have never heard of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. We want the little saint to be the emperor."
"That is, if the little saint does not become the emperor, the little people would rather die than agree." Liu Decheng said impassionedly while kowtowing.
The other rescued slaves kowtowed and shouted loudly: "If the little saint does not become the emperor, the little people would rather die than agree."
When Zhao Yang and others heard this, they were all shocked.
They were already crazy about the little saint, but they didn't expect that the people in front of them were even more crazy, as if they couldn't live if the little saint was not the emperor.
Zhao Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly and looked at Xiong Humali and others.
"General, this is actually not difficult to understand. They were slaves who were slaughtered by others. The little saint not only rescued them from the hands of the nobles, but also cured their diseases, arranged work and schools for them. Of course they will support the little saint as emperor. ." Xiong Hu looked at these rescued fanatical slaves, thought for a while, and expressed his opinion.
Ma Ma nodded and reminded Zhao Yang: "General, these illnesses rely entirely on mental support. If not treated in time, problems are very likely to occur, especially the fifty-year-old man."
"All the well-intentioned boys have understood. Let me tell you a piece of news. Although the little saint is not the emperor in Tubo, he is the prisoner of the country." Zhao Yang hurriedly came out and said to these rescued slaves who were not allowed to enter.
Liu Decheng stopped kowtowing, and when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang.
He asked in confusion: "General, what is the supervision of the country?"
"The superintendent of the country is actually almost the same as the emperor." Zhao Yang said simply because he knew that these slaves were extremely fanatical.
When Ma Li heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. Although the prisoner was almost the same as the emperor, he would still have to return to the court sooner or later.
Liu Decheng and others were overjoyed when they heard this and shouted: "Long live the little saint, long live the little saint."
Zhao Yang and the others even had wry smiles on their faces. It's a shame that they already regarded the little saint as the emperor. Otherwise, how could they have said the word "long live".
If the little saint does not supervise the country or become emperor, these Han slaves rescued from the nobles will have no sense of security at all.
Without the protection of the security team, the Han people would sooner or later become Tubo slaves again.
Thinking of this, Xiong Hu felt his heart heavy.
These rescued Han slaves had no idea that they could only supervise the country temporarily.
When Tubo Zampu grew up, the little saint must return the government to Zampu.
If the Tubo people do Zanpu, what will these Han people do?
When the Tubo Zanpu came to power, the Han people fell.
This is a dilemma, for the Han people to have status, the minor sage must be in power permanently, or simply become emperor.
But this is Tubo, and the Tubo people make up the majority.
"General, the little saint is the only hope for these rescued Han slaves." Xiong Hu reminded Zhao Yang, "If the little saint does not become emperor, these Tubo Han people will most likely return to the position of slaves."
Hearing this, Zhao Yang and Ma Li glanced at Xiong Hu, smiled bitterly, and fell into deep thought.
But after all, he was just a general of Qingtang City in the security group. He could only respond to the situation and let the special envoy or the little saint consider it.
When it got dark, Zhao Yang and the others, holding torches, finally returned to the Jianguo Mansion.
What surprised them was that Zhang Zhengshi, Shramana Bochan Bugara and Zuo Prime Minister Lajia did not leave, but were still waiting here.
Jialuo couldn't help but sneered when he saw Zhao Yang's face was gray and tired.
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