"Of course it can be done." Xiong Hu replied calmly.
Sangji Yesi was not easily persuaded and continued to shout loudly: "This is not dozens, nor hundreds, but thousands."
"There are tens of thousands of workshops in Zhaojiazhuang, everywhere. There are only a thousand people here, why can't we solve it." Xiong Hu still answered calmly.
After hearing this, the believers breathed a sigh of relief, and their good life was settled.
But Sangji Yesi was not resigned to this and continued to shout loudly: "What is their salary?"
Didn’t you promise to give them happiness? How much salary can you give them?
"Their income is about three thousand dollars a month, and if they are hard-working, it may even be higher. Zhaojiazhuang does not support lazy people. The more they work, the more they will get." Xiong Hu replied.
Sanji Yesi felt that he had caught the flaw in Xiong Hu's words, and immediately shouted loudly: "Then they have no income, don't you want to give them happiness?"
"I believe they will get higher salaries through their own efforts. If they show their usual hard work, three passes will certainly not be a problem." Xiong Hu still answered calmly.
Sanji Yesi saw that Xiong Hu was not in trouble, and there were dozens of old people among the believers.
He couldn't help pointing to the old man with great joy and asked: "Master Xiong, what about these old people, how will Zhaojiazhuang arrange it?"
"Elderly people, as long as they are not over 50 and in good health, Zhaojiazhuang will arrange corresponding work to allow them to be self-reliant. If they are over 50, Zhaojiazhuang will also give them corresponding pension money so that they can have something to support them in their old age." Facing Sang Despite Ji Yesi's aggressive tone, Xiong Hu still responded calmly.
Sanji Yesi felt that he was at a loss for words, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
He suddenly shouted: "What should I do if they get sick?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel elated and proud of his idea.
Birth, old age, sickness and death, who doesn't have it? Now let me tell you about it and see what you do?
Sanji Yesi thought proudly while looking at Xiong Hu with a sneer.
"This is very simple. As long as he invests 10% of his monthly salary into Zhaojiazhuang Medical Insurance, he can enjoy free treatment." Xiong Hu still answered calmly.
Xiong Hu did not hide anything and spread the conversation between himself and Sanji Yesi.
Although Xiong Hu said it calmly, his words frightened the current person.
Hearing this, even the noble warriors were envious.
They had no salary, and the nobles only ensured that they had food, clothing, and at most medical treatment.
Although the samurai obtained these, they paid a heavy price.
The purpose of raising them by the nobles is naturally to protect the territory.
Nobles can tolerate their arrogance, but it is different on the battlefield.
If there is a war, the samurai will go to the battlefield and pay the price to kill the enemy or even lose his life.
Raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a short time is not only true for the Han people, but also for the nobles.
Now these believers do not have to go to the battlefield to fight to the death with the enemy, and the benefits they get are not less than them, and may even be more.
Didn't the chief security officer say that if they work hard, their salary will be even higher?
Thinking of this, the warrior looked at the believers with jealous eyes.
The samurai is anxious, and there are people who are more anxious than the samurai.
This person is none other than Khenpo Jebu of Nanzhao Temple.
He never expected that Chaba would abandon him and the minor nobles would also abandon him.
It was not easy for a nobleman to speak up for him, but he didn't expect that Xiong Hu would dismiss them with a few words.
He thought for a while, then suddenly came to the little saint, knelt down respectfully, and bowed three times and nine times: "Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva."
He came to worship in front of the statue of the little saint, followed by someone else.
This person is none other than Lama Gayang, who made the children of Jampa into ritual instruments.
Gayangchang wanted to follow other lamas and become a disciple of the little saint, but he committed murder.
He knows that he has become the target of public criticism and has become a grasshopper on a rope with Jeb, and their fates are closely linked.
Gayang now had no choice but to stay with Jeb and follow Jeb until dark.
Now seeing Jeb bowing to the statue of the little saint, he naturally bowed to the statue of the little saint.
The believers never expected that this Khenpo and Rinpoche would come to the little saint and worship the statue of the little saint.
Jeb knew that he was really embarrassed. He used to regard the Han people as almost the lowest people.
Han people, in Jebka's eyes, are just talking beasts.
Isn't it? Most of the magical instruments in his temple are made from the bodies of Han slaves.
But since the security team came to Qingtang, these have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Not only did he repeatedly destroy the actions of enslaving Han people into magical weapons, but he also helped Chaba to find the parents of his children.
The reason why he dared to secretly make Chaba's children into magical instruments was that they were all his followers, and the second was that Chaba had nowhere to redress his grievances.
Because Tubo did not have a real government, Chaba was just a half-servant of the nobles.
Nobles, they are just followers of Jeb. I believe these nobles will not fall out with him because of his servants.
But he didn't expect that these Chabas would actually find the security team and let the security team make the decision for these Chabas.
Jeb hates the Han people so much. If there were no Han people, he could still use Han people to enslave them into magical weapons anytime and anywhere.
If there were no Han people, he would not be forced to have sons and daughters to make magical artifacts.
If there were no Han people, he would still be in Nanzhao Temple, still a high-ranking Khenpo.
If there were no Han people, he would still be a lofty Rinpoche, looking down on all living beings like ants.
But this time he fell too hard. Not only did Rinpoche turn from aloof to a liar, a beast, and a devil, but he also lost almost all his followers.
Since there are no believers, what use does he, the Khenpo and Rinpoche of Nanzhao Temple, have?
Now not only the believers have abandoned him, but also the lamas, who all regard the little saint as Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Now he is almost alone except for the murderer Jiayang.
He hates the little saint, but now he feels that the little saint is the only one who can save him.
Jebu had no choice but to think about it and came to the statue of the little saint and recognized him as Manjushri Bodhisattva.
To show his sincerity, he kowtowed and banged his head, and even a trace of blood could be seen on his head.
Xu Hong did not expect that this man would be so shameless. He used to regard the Han people as talking beasts, but now he was shameless and came to flatter the little saint.
Xiong Hu and Zhao Xiaodong looked at each other and frowned.
Before Xiong Hu could speak, Tuden Gonggar had already spoken: "Khenpo, haven't you already reached the level of Rinpoche?"
He spoke very politely. Not only did he call Jebu Khenbu, he also bowed to him.
"Lao Ne is just Rinpoche." Hearing that someone was paying attention to him, Jebu was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He returned the courtesy while answering humbly.
You must know that this person is not a young novice, nor a lama, nor a master, but a master whose status is second only to him.
Tuden Gonggar bowed again and said, "Since Khenpo is already a Rinpoche, why doesn't he go to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss?"
Jeb did not expect Tudan Gongga to speak like this, and was stunned for a moment.
"Khenpo, you are Rinpoche. You should be promoted to Vajra, or at least an Arhat. Why are you still here?" Another master also came over and bowed to Jebu with a smile on his face.
Jebu was even more surprised. He did not expect that another master would also say similar words to Tudan Gongga.
Jebu frowned. He was the khenbu of Nanzhao Temple, and he immediately understood what the two were thinking.
Fortunately, it was not like Jebu had never made good friends with his master. When he saw Dorje, he had an idea.
He couldn't help but look at Dorje, hoping that he would speak.
Unexpectedly, Duoji was paying homage to the statue of the little saint with all his heart at this time.
Seeing that Duoji seemed to be ignoring him, Jeb couldn't help but frown.
"Dorji, what do you mean?" Jebu had no choice but to kneel down and ask while reciting Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Dorje seemed not to hear his words and just chanted Manjushri Bodhisattva over and over again.
Jebu recited it dozens of times, but Dorje seemed to be intoxicated in the world of Manjushri Bodhisattva, the little saint, and didn't pay attention to anything else at all.
He had no choice but to worship the statue of the little saint and quietly asked: "Dorji, do you think Lao Ne should worship Manjushri Bodhisattva?"
Dorje didn't seem to hear what he said at all. He was still worshiping the statue of the little saint and reciting the six-character mantra at the same time.
When he saw Duoji and ignored him at all, Jeb didn't give up yet.
There are two other masters, one is called Kandro and the other is called Tsoso. They also worship the statue of the little saint devoutly.
He came to Kanzhuo and while worshiping the statue of the little saint, he asked: "Kanzhuo, do you think Lao Ne should worship Manjushri Bodhisattva?"
Kanzhuo and Jebu had always had a good relationship. At this time, he finally raised his head and looked at Dorje.
Dorje was overjoyed when he saw him thinking for a while and then opening his mouth.
Kanzhuo is indeed good, but that hateful Dorje is simply a dull gourd.
Kanzhuo looked at the statue of the little saint and sighed: "Khenpo, the little saint is Han."
After saying that, Kanzhuo ignored Jebu and recited the six-character mantra while worshiping the statue of the little saint.
Of course Lao Ne knows that the little saint is Han, so he came to ask for your opinion, Jeb thought.
But seeing that Kandro ignored him, he had no choice but to leave and come to the master Tsoso.
"Tsoso, do you think Lao Ne should worship Manjushri Bodhisattva?" Jebu asked quietly while worshiping the statue of the little saint.
Cuoso did not answer Jebu's question, but looked at the magical artifacts, and then said calmly: "Most of those magical artifacts are Han Chinese."
The magical weapon was Chinese, and the little saint was also Chinese, which made Jeb feel like he was being pricked by needles.
Jeb finally knew the reason, and he stumbled back to Tudan Gongga.
He thought for a while, and finally came to those magical artifacts, worshiping them while reciting scriptures for salvation of the dead.
Gayang has now truly become his follower. Wherever he goes, Gayang goes too.
Jebu bowed before the magic weapon, and Gayang also naturally bowed before the magic weapon.
Jeb was reciting the scriptures for salvation of the dead in front of the magic weapon, and he naturally recited along with him.
But Gayang didn't understand. Jebu shed tears while reciting the scriptures.
You know, Jebu is a Khenpo and a Rinpoche, and he has never shed tears.
What was the reason that made this previously aloof Rinpoche shed tears?
"Could it be that the world has changed and Rinpoche would shed tears?" Gayang thought as he watched Jebu shed tears.
Jiangbai Gyatso and Sanji Yesi were not far from Jebu and could see Jebu's movements clearly.
In Jiangbai Gyatso's heart, Jebu always had a tall image, which could even be described as unattainable.
Jiangbai Gyatso remembered that one time, Jeb touched his head, and he felt that he was the luckiest man in the world.
Jiangbai Gyatso was so excited at the time that he couldn't wait to donate all his money to the temple.
Now that I see Jeb acting like this, I can't help but feel confused.
He looked at Sangye Yeshe and asked in confusion: "Sanggyi Yeshe, Jebu is a Rinpoche, how did he become like this?"
"Jiangbai Gyatso, there are three reasons why Jeb is where he is today." Sanji Yesi thought for a while and expressed his opinion.
"There are three reasons," Jiangbai Gyatso asked impatiently, "Sangji Yesi, what are the three reasons?"
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