The three of them were discussing the matter when the concierge Wang Zixiang suddenly came in.
Wang Zixiang is Wang Wenxiu's eldest son and a scholar.
When he was in his twenties, he was admitted to the imperial examination, but failed to pass the imperial examination. However, he failed to pass the examination again.
Later, when he was in his thirties, he finally passed the exam again, but he still failed.
Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but compare his son with his uncle Zhao Ping. If he didn't compare, he wouldn't know. When he compared them, he was shocked.
Wang Zixiang is ten years older than Zhao Ping's mother, but he is not qualified to carry Zhao Ping's shoes now.
Fortunately, I sent my youngest daughter there in time.
Just sending her over to be a concubine has a really bad reputation.
However, the rewards were rich. He first became a casual official, and then became an actual county magistrate.
What's even more extraordinary now is that Wang Wenxiu is already a feudal official.
He is now the special envoy to supervise the country, equivalent to Zhao Ping's imperial envoy.
After arriving in Tubo, Wang Wenxiu even brought Wang Zixiang with him, allowing him to experience the official atmosphere, which benefited Wang Zixiang a lot.
"Report to the three special envoys, Zhao Yang asks for an audience." Prince Xiang came in to report.
Wang Wenxiu, Yu Qishi, and Zheng Ding looked at each other, wondering why Zhao Yang asked to see him at this time.
Wang Wenxiu nodded and said to Wang Zixiang: "Bring him in."
"Report to the three special envoys that two chabas (Tubo rich farmers) reported to the patrol that their children suddenly disappeared." Zhao Yang looked at the three people and hurriedly reported what he knew.
Tubo serfs were divided into three classes, the highest being Chaba, equivalent to rich peasants.
The Chaba people had a small amount of farm tools and livestock, and they had to work for a certain period of time every year on human and animal labor for free for the nobles.
Even this so-called wealth is relative, and most Chabas are relatively poor.
A level higher than Chaba is Duiqiong, which is between slaves and paupers, equivalent to half a slave.
They are said to be poor because they only have a very small amount of barren land.
But they are half slaves, because they basically have no personal freedom, and most of them have to work for the nobles for free for generations.
The lower level than Duiqiong was Langsheng, who was a domestic slave.
Lanson did not have any furniture fields for production, and he had no personal freedom at all. It was basically the personal belongings of the nobles.
Not only did Langson have to be a slave to serf owners for generations, he would also be given away, dowed, sold, and even tortured and killed at will.
Zheng Ding and Yu Qishi felt strange, why did they need to find the security team when two Chaba sons and daughters disappeared?
Wouldn't the two families go out on their own and take the initiative to find their children?
Wang Wenxiu's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded, and said to Zhao Yang: "Bring these two families in."
Behind Wan Hongzhuang and Yi Shuitai, there were four Tibetan Chabas.
They were two men and two women. They looked about thirty or forty years old.
The four Tibetan chabas were wearing ordinary clothes, but they were passable.
Although the clothes are ordinary, there is something extremely eye-catching.
They were holding prayer wheels, which are very expensive.
The great nobles and great lamas hold prayer wheels made of gold, while ordinary nobles and lamas hold prayer wheels made of silver.
Although they are made of gold and silver, they are also made of copper, which is equivalent to almost half of their family property.
Obviously, although these two families are not wealthy, they are extremely devout to Lamaism and even spend half of their family property on prayer wheels.
The first one is called Jamba, whose name means Maitreya.
Jamba was about forty, and his face looked like a layer of old tree bark, obviously the result of years of hard work.
Kneeling behind him was a woman who looked similar to him, and both of them were equally miserable.
He slammed to his knees on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted to Wang Wenxiu: "Sir, save my children."
"What's going on? Please tell me in detail." Wang Wenxiu saw that there was no comment, looked at the two people, and asked in a deep voice.
Qiangba thought for a while and recalled the whole process: "Five days ago, several lamas came to the villain's house and said that the Buddha arranged for them to find a destined person. But when they saw my two children at home, they found that they were destined to the temple."
Qiangba's eyes were red, but his wife couldn't help crying and came over.
"That's all?" Wang Wenxiu felt something was wrong when he heard this.
When Qiangba said this, he couldn't help crying: "Sir, Qiangjiu (meaning Bodhi) Tenzin (meaning blessing) went to Nanzhao Temple and has not come back yet."
Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding were shocked, and they turned their attention to Wang Wenxiu.
"How did they respond if you went to Nanzhao Temple?" Wang Wenxiu thought for a moment and continued to ask.
Qiangba wiped his tears and shook his head: "Sir, the little people have asked. Nanzhao Temple said that Qiangjiu and Tenzin are destined to the Buddha and may not come back."
"Buddha is destined," Wang Wenxiu thought for a moment, frowned and asked, "Did your children become monks in the temple?"
"This is impossible. The children of the villain have never thought of becoming a monk." Qiangba shook his head decisively, "They are very filial to the villain, and the villain has to rely on them to support him in his old age."
"Is there another possibility that the children were inspired in the temple and suddenly thought of becoming a monk?" Wang Wenxiu suddenly thought about it and decided to be cautious and understand the matter clearly.
Jianba thought for a while and finally shook his head: "Sir, this possibility should be ruled out. The children have never said that they want to become a monk. They have always said that they want to settle down, and I am planning to arrange marriage for the children."
Wang Wenxiu looked at Qianba and his wife. They were about forty, and their children should be over twenty.
You haven't started a family yet, so that shouldn't be the case.
"Qianba, how old are your children?" Wang Wenxiu felt a little strange and decided to ask.
Hearing Wang Wenxiu's words, Qiangba became even more sad: "Sir, I have two children who are not very old yet. My daughter is only fourteen and my son is just sixteen years old. My lord, I only have these two children. I will trouble you." To find our children.”
Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding couldn't help but look at each other, secretly surprised.
They didn't expect that the couple was only over ten years old, and that they only had one child.
"You can't look for it yourself, why would you want to find the security team?" Wang Wenxiu felt strange.
Qiangba knelt on the ground and begged: "Sir, the villain is not looking for anyone. The noble master said that the villain here has his own affairs. The villain begged the lama and wanted to go in and have a look, but the lama refused to let him in. Xiaoba. When the man was desperate and saw the patrolling security group, he wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect General Yi to agree."
Unlike the Song Dynasty, Tubo had its own government.
The Song Dynasty court attached great importance to the common people, and if a murder case occurred, the government would resolve it.
Even officials attach great importance to human life, otherwise how can we say that human life is of paramount importance.
If landlords treat tenant farmers badly, the government can more or less solve the problem.
Of course it is impossible to be completely fair.
There were no slaves in the Song Dynasty. No matter how poor the people were, they were still civilians and there were no slaves at all.
And there is another advantage of the Song Dynasty. As long as you study hard, your future may be unlimited.
"Being a farmer in the morning, ascending to the emperor's hall in the evening." This is not a simple poem, but a portrayal of reality.
Lu Mengzheng and his mother were kicked out of the house by his father when he was young. Mother and son depended on each other, living in a cave and living a life similar to that of a beggar.
Lu Mengzheng was so poor that he had to pick up food to eat.
Once, Lu Meng was very thirsty and hungry. When others didn't see it, he secretly picked up a discarded watermelon and ate it.
No matter how poor he was, Lu Mengzheng never gave up on his lofty ambitions. Through his hard work and study, he finally passed the exam and became the prime minister.
But here in Tubo, your origin determines your fate.
Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the sons of mice can dig holes. This is the most realistic portrayal of Tubo.
If your parents were slaves, not only were you a slave, but so were your children and grandchildren.
If your parents are nobles, then you must be nobles, and your children and grandchildren are also nobles.
No matter how hard a Chaba (rich peasant) works, he will never become a noble.
But if you don’t work hard, you are very likely to become a slave (Langson).
No matter how hard a slave (Langsheng) works, he will always be a slave (Langsheng).
No matter how hard a nobleman doesn't work hard, he will always be a nobleman.
The nobles were a local emperor. They were both local officials and serf owners, having dual identities.
They are not only athletes but also referees.
Precisely because there was no official government, the serfs had to depend on them.
In addition to nobles, serfs may have another support, the temple.
But the lama of the temple said that the reason why you are not nobles is because you committed too many sins in your previous life, so you were reincarnated into Chaba or Langsheng's family.
If you want to live a good life in the next life, there is only one way, atonement.
When they thought about it carefully, it was indeed true.
Otherwise, why would a slave's son still be a slave, a Chaba's son still a Chaba, and a noble's son still a noble?
Unlike the people of the Song Dynasty, the Tubo people could still see the future, so they had no choice but to believe that this was fate.
It is precisely because they believe in fate that they pay special attention to Buddhism and hope to read more scriptures and eliminate sins in this life.
Qiangba believed in the temple so much, but he never expected that his only son would disappear in the temple.
Since the noble lord does not make the decision for them, they place their only hope on the security team.
Yu Qishi and Zheng Ding thought about these plots clearly, looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile bitterly to themselves.
"This is not a problem." Wang Wenxiu was surprised and said to Zhao Yang: "Chongyang, please arrange fifty people to go to Nanzhao Temple to find someone."
After the Nanzhao Temple monks were wiped out by the security team last time, Jialuo sent a hundred cavalry to station nearby.
The opponent has a hundred cavalry, so he has to send half of them.
Jialuo had heavy cavalry, and he was also the right prime minister. Wang Wenxiu was able to prevent Jialuo's dog from jumping over the wall.
Duoji couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the Han envoys arranging soldiers and horses to find their children.
With a bang, Duoji knelt in front of Wang Wenxiu, kowtowed and said with a bang: "Sir, the little one has disappeared from the children's temple. It has been missing for several days. Please arrange for someone to look for it."
"Dorji, what's going on with your children?" Wang Wenxiu was surprised and couldn't help but ask.
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