Unknowingly, two days had passed since the Lama and his followers surrounded the Jianguo Mansion.
Many people thought that the incident was over, but something else happened.
On the third day, a rumor spread throughout Qingtang City, which excited the Chabas.
"The Supervisory Government wants to give Chaba happiness. As long as you sign up, you can get happiness." This saying was spread among Chaba people.
The Prime Minister's house on the right is still full of people.
As the Dharma King, Khenpo, Samana Bo Chan and Right Prime Minister, Jialuo can be said to have overwhelming power.
He is not only a religious leader, but also the right prime minister, and even the Dharma King Khenpo. He combines the power of high-ranking officials, nobles, and lamas, and holds the power of monks and laymen together.
His real power is even greater than that of the previous prime ministers and Zanbu.
The former prime minister was just a nobleman with the title of prime minister, and Zamp was just a puppet of the king in name only.
You know, Tubo is almost a tribal country that combines politics and religion.
The only thing that can hold this country together, apart from Zanpu, is Lamaism.
But now there is a crack in the power of Jialuo's political and religious unity, which makes him panic.
This person is none other than Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping is not only a Han Chinese, but also a minor saint. He is also known as Manjushri Bodhisattva in the mouth of some lamas and believers.
No matter how high the Dharma King's status is, he is still a mortal, merely a human disciple of the Bodhisattva.
What is Manjusri Bodhisattva? He is a person who has attained enlightenment, ascended to heaven, and achieved enlightenment.
If the Dharma King is compared with a Bodhisattva, he is not even worthy of holding a shoe.
This was what frightened Jia Luo, making him restless all day long.
As the saying goes, as long as the sky is two days away, there are no two masters in the country. Jialuo and Zhao Ping are a pair of life-and-death rivals. One must be defeated before the other can take the lead.
Fortunately, Tubo is Jialuo's territory, and Zhao Ping is just an outsider, giving him a chance to duel.
Jialuo must take advantage of the fact that Zhao Ping, the Manjushri Bodhisattva, has not yet risen, and must do his best to destroy him.
What made him happy was that Tubo was his territory. Under his arrangement, most of the nobles and temples in Tubo obeyed his orders.
Since he is both the Right Prime Minister and the Khenbu, he actually has two families.
One is Dongzhao Temple, which is the home for spiritual practice.
The other one is the Prime Minister You's Mansion, a secular home.
This is the living room of his Prime Minister Sha You. It covers an area of about two acres and uses ten stone pillars to bear the weight.
In order to let the surrounding light be good, not only a patio was opened in the middle, but also windows were opened around it.
Tubo people like gorgeous decorations, and the red and green murals are very Tubo-like.
Although the Tubo people are extremely xenophobic towards the Han people, they are still deeply influenced by Han culture.
The patio and windows of this living room were designed by Han people, and the stone pillars and decorations are in Tubo style.
Now, Lajia, dual-wielding Qiangpa, the nobles Chilie (Minister of the Ministry of War), Qiangjiu (Minister of the Ministry of Households), Tsoso (Minister of the Ministry of Works) and others are sitting inside.
Lajia, the political governor, stood up first, bowed to Jialuo, and said with ecstasy and admiration: "His Majesty, everyone in the streets and alleys now knows that Zhaojiazhuang gives happiness to believers. Zhaojiazhuang is going to die from this headache. You know, Qingtang There are approximately 20,000 to 30,000 chabas in the city."
"Now we are in a dilemma for Zhaojiazhuang. If we can't solve it, our reputation will be ruined. If we want to solve it, there are too many people but we can't solve it. In the end, we can only get out of Tubo in despair." Chi Lie followed up with analysis and reasoning, Then laughed.
Qiangjiu put down the teacup. Naturally, the teacup contained not tuancha or green tea, but butter tea.
In fact, the best way to serve butter tea is in a bowl, but these nobles preferred to use teacups.
As for the tea bowl, that one could only be used by Chaba or lower nobles.
They are great nobles. If they use tea bowls like Chaba and lower nobles, wouldn't that lower their status?
Even the Bodhisattva enshrined in Dongzhao Temple is not made of pink gold, but made of colored glaze.
Pink gold is too worldly, that has long gone out of fashion.
The Bodhisattva made of colored glaze is crystal clear and as pure as water.
This Glazed Bodhisattva is extremely rare.
You know, there is only one in Tubo.
It is precisely because of this Glazed Bodhisattva that Jialuo's unique position in Tubo was established.
Qiang Jiu smiled coldly: "What is the concept of two or thirty thousand people? Needless to say, even thirty thousand ants will kill an elephant."
Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help laughing, and the laughter echoed throughout the hall.
Tan Xing is now the leader of the Qingtang Fine Works Camp and is responsible for the intelligence of the entire Qingtang.
The reason why Zhao Ping wanted to take root in Tubo was inseparable from Tan Xing's work.
Not only is there the world-famous green salt, but it also has petrolatum, the raw material for making mussel oil.
The climate in Tubo is bitter and cold, and the people are fierce and fierce. The barbarians attacked several times, with some losses and some losses.
The Hu people thought about it and thought that they might be able to occupy this place in the end, but the price was too high to be worth it.
Clam oil is the best beautifying agent in this era. It can not only moisturize the skin and make the face shiny, but also can shave hair and remove black spots on the nose.
This thing was so precious that even in later generations it was used as a raw material for cosmetics.
Zhao Ping came from a later generation and knew that only Tubo could produce petroleum jelly in the world.
Like kerosene, it cannot be made by humans, but is given by God.
However, Zhao Ping only knows the approximate location of this petrolatum, and people still need to explore it specifically.
But the risk of going to Qingtang is very high. After all, the nobles here are the local emperors, who have the power of life and death.
There is no real government here. Each noble is the government of its own territory, so you have to be careful when dealing with these nobles.
Tan Xing participated in the war in Xi County and was injured in the waist. After the war, he decided to apply to join the fine craftsmanship camp.
The fine work camp used to be a department under the security corps, but later Zhao Ping made it independent and was only responsible for himself.
It is somewhat similar to the national security department of later generations, but it only has the power of supervision and does not have the power to directly arrest people.
Seeing that Tan Xing is doing well in the security group and may be promoted to general in the future, Sein Fei doesn't understand why Tan Xing wants to leave the security group.
Hearing that Tan Xing came to Tubo to start a business from scratch, Seinfei shook his head and thought Tan Xing was a bit incredible.
Even though Xi County is on the border, it is still inland, and it is almost equivalent to the population of a state in the Song Dynasty.
Now that the Hu people have been beaten by Zhaojiazhuang and are actively seeking peace, there should be no major wars in Xixian County for the time being.
What kind of place is Tubo? If Xi County is a paradise on earth, Tubo is almost a hell on earth.
But Tan Xing has his own ideas. Not only is the risk of the fine work camp relatively low, but its future status may also be higher than that of the security team.
Tan Xing has experience in the security team and is popular. As long as he does big things well, he will definitely be promoted faster than the security team.
Although he was promoted quickly, Tubo was still unfamiliar with the place he was born in, so he had to plan carefully.
After thinking about it, Tan Xing, a cosmetics merchant, took a hundred men, as well as the goods produced by Zhaojiazhuang, and took the risk to search for petroleum jelly with the mission order.
In fact, petrolatum is extremely difficult to find, because Zhao Ping only gave a rough idea.
It's a bit like meat fat, but not as greasy as meat fat, and also has emollient properties.
If fat comes from meat, it comes from minerals.
Oils and fats can be extracted directly from meat, but petrolatum is buried deep in the ground.
And Tubo is so big, how to find it? Tan Xing feels that the difficulty is similar to finding a needle in a haystack.
Tan Xing thought for a while, since it has emollient effects, someone must use it.
But here comes the problem. In Tubo, you have to be careful when searching for petroleum jelly. You can't do it in a big way and you can only do it in private.
If the nobles find out, they will definitely stop it.
After all, Zhaojiazhuang is famous all over the world, and if you find it, it will definitely be the most precious treasure in the world.
What to do, Tan Xing mobilized a hundred men and dispersed them throughout Qingtang City.
The sunshine here in Qingtang is strong, and the skin ages faster than in the mainland, so it needs more moisturizing.
Tan Xing mobilized his men and naturally looked for people who used petrolatum to moisturize their skin.
Time slowly disappeared, one day passed, two days passed, and ten days passed by without even realizing it.
Is it not available here, or has no one used it?
Not recognizing the possibility, Tan Xing couldn't sleep without thinking about tea or food.
Tan Xing felt that his hair had almost turned gray as he waited. It turned out that life was so difficult to endure.
Finally, on the eleventh day, a chief named Xu Shuai brought new news.
Tan Xing looked at Xu Shuai and saw that he was holding a broken bowl with something like light black gruel in his hand.
Xu Shuai was followed by two Tubo people, a man and a woman, about thirty years old, one named Jianshen and the other Dawa.
Not only did the two of them have plateau red, but they were also obviously tinged with black.
Their faces were not very smooth, and could even be said to be rough.
Seeing this, Tan Xing couldn't help but feel a knot in his heart.
If it is moisturized, the skin should be smooth. Why is it so rough? Tan Xing is afraid that this is the petrolatum that moisturizes the skin.
Tan Xing took the broken bowl and smelled it. There was a smell of sweat and other weird smells that he couldn't describe.
But the color is wrong. It should be yellow, but why is it black? Isn't this petrolatum?
Isn't it? Not to mention the broken bowl, and it's also a black thing.
Seeing that it looks mushy, it looks like rancid gruel at home.
If Xu Shuai hadn't brought them, he would have suspected that these two people were swindlers, specifically here to defraud him of his money.
He looked at this thing, frowned his eyebrows, and asked in a deep voice: "Is this for moisturizing your skin?"
"Sir, this is what I use to moisturize my skin." The Tibetan woman named Dawa bowed to Tan Xing and answered carefully.
Looking at this gruel-like thing with a strange taste, the woman named Dawa looked at it.
She hesitated for a few times, but finally stirred the porridge-like thing with her fingers, and then wiped it on her face.
Tan Xing had been observing this woman's reaction and found that not only was she hesitant, but she also frowned.
Isn't this emollient? Why is this woman unwilling to use it?
Seeing Tan Xing's reaction, Dawa turned pale.
Dawa immediately knelt down and said to Tan Xing: "Sir, it was indeed discovered by the slave family that this can have a moisturizing effect, but it feels a little burning after applying it, so the slave family only uses it if it is extremely dry."
It turns out that this is the case. I wonder if it is the petrolatum that the little saint needs, or if it contains impurities.
Thinking of this, Tan Xing couldn't make up his mind and fell into deep thought.
Seeing Tan Xing's hesitation, Jianshen suddenly knelt down.
"Master, I dare to swear to God that if Nama (Ms.) doesn't use this to moisturize her skin, I and Nama will become ants in the next life." He looked at the sky and swore.
Turning into an ant is even more terrifying than turning into Lansheng. Although Langsheng is said to be a talking animal, he is still a human being, just the lowest species.
Tan Xing nodded, looked at the broken bowl, and then looked at the porridge-like thing with a strange smell.
"I believe your wife uses it to moisturize her skin," he sighed and asked with some confusion, "but I'm a little confused. Why does it have a strange smell, and your wife doesn't seem to be willing to use it?"
"Sir, it does have an emollient effect, but it also feels a bit hot after use, so I'm not willing to use it. It was originally earthy yellow, but after being left at home for a long time, it turned into light black." Jianshen looked at it while looking at it. Tan Xing explained carefully.
Tan Xing thought for a while and couldn't help but ask: "How long did it take for you to turn black?"
"It's been a year, that's why it's like this." Jianshen said sheepishly while kneeling.
For a year, it was possible that the Tibetan people did not care about cleanliness at all.
But there are some hot things that the little sage didn’t say. Is it wrong?
Thinking of this, he looked at Dawa and asked: "Does the hotness still exist now or has it always been there?"
"Master, I've always had this burning sensation, so I only use it occasionally." At this point, Jianshen showed a worried look on his face and was embarrassed to lower his head.
If this gentleman doesn't want it because he's too hot, then that's a problem.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Xu Shuai.
Seeing Jianshen's gaze, Xu Shuai couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He just heard that this thing could moisturize the skin, so he took the two of them to the inn.
As for whether it can moisturize the skin, he is an upright man, how can he use something that only a woman can use.
However, he feels that as a man, his words must be counted and he must be responsible.
Xu Shuai bowed his hands to Tan Xing and said respectfully: "Shopkeeper Tan, my subordinate promised to give him ten pick-up cards, so he brought this thing."
There are already a lot of ten guan pick-up cards, equivalent to about 40 guan of copper coins.
The price of a yak is only five guan.
They are about to turn thirty and have worked hard for most of their lives, but they still have no money to buy a yak.
You know, slaves are not as expensive as yaks.
Forty guan of money is almost half a foot in the ranks of the minor aristocracy.
Tan Xing and Xu Shuai are both craftsmen. They can only work in the name of businessmen, and naturally they cannot be called official, so they are replaced by shopkeepers.
"Thank you for your hard work, Zijun (characterized by Xu Shuai)," Tan Xing nodded to Xu Shuai with a smile on his face, "I have already agreed, so I will naturally reward them."
"Thank you very much, shopkeeper." Xu Shuai breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to drink tea.
Hearing that Tan Xing promised to reward him, Jian Zhan and Dawa breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, they think this thing is of little use, and they only apply it occasionally, otherwise how can they change from khaki to black.
Just when they thought the shopkeeper was going to give them money, they didn't expect Tan Xing to speak again.
Tan Xing originally wanted to wake them up, but he was afraid that they would worry about him not paying.
Tubo is like this, with a strict hierarchy, and bowing is a courtesy between people of the same level.
But between ranks, one must kneel.
Kneeling down is not considered light, and you cannot even look up when you meet your master.
If you look up, the consequences will be to gouge your eyes.
Although Tan Xing was not their master, his status was similar to that of a noble, so of course he had to kneel down.
Tan Xing already understood Tubo's rules, so he sighed inwardly and did not wake them up.
"Don't worry, the money will definitely be given to you. But," Tan Xing thought for a while and let them eat the Dingxin glutinous rice balls first.
Jian Zhan and Dawa were overjoyed, but what they said next made the two of them uneasy.
But think about it, this amount of money is equivalent to falling from the sky.
When Dawa first discovered this thing, he found it lubricating, so he used it to moisturize his skin.
But there is a consequence of this thing, that is, there is a burning feeling after using it.
If you don't have this burning feeling, it's really good to use it to moisturize your skin.
It's certainly a good deal to exchange this thing of little use for a copper coin of 40 guan.
Thinking of this, Jianshen knelt down and bowed again: "Sir, but what? As long as the villain knows, he will definitely tell it and will never hide it."
"That's very good." Tan Xing looked at the two of them and asked tentatively, "Where did you find it? Does anyone know?"
Regardless of whether this is the petrolatum that the little saint needs, Tan Xing must figure it out.
Tan Xing is not only serious but also extremely cautious.
His principle is that if something is not done, it will not be done. If it is done, it must be done well, and all aspects must be taken into consideration.
"It was found on cultivated land. No one knows yet." Jian Shen thought for a while and answered cautiously.
Tan Xing did not show a smile, but asked more seriously: "Who does this land belong to?"
Chaba are similar to tenant farmers in the Song Dynasty, and few have their own land.
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