"Qingjun side, what Qingjun side?" Dual-wielding Qiangba and others looked at it, confused for a moment.
Jialuo looked at the dual-wielding Qianba man and saw that he was not outside the officialdom and did not understand the ways of the officialdom.
He said calmly: "Qingjunzi is to eliminate the villains around the king."
"Your Majesty, are you talking about Zanpu? But Zanpu is flanked by Prime Minister Li Yang of the Left. He is currently very honest and has not made any noise." Dual-wielding Qiangba shook his head, still not understanding.
Jia Luo felt that dual-wielding Jamba was too simple, as simple as a blank piece of paper.
He shook his head: "Li Yangkong pretends to be the Prime Minister of the Left. He has no soldiers or horses under his command, and he poses no threat to us. Why should we eliminate him?"
"Could it be, could it be?" Dual-wielding Qiangba's eyes widened and widened, and finally he was incredulous, "Could it be the Supervisor of the Country, but the Supervisor of the Country was the one ordered by Zampu to supervise the country."
"Exactly, their supervisory government is too threatening to us. It can be said that it has threatened our life and death. If we don't eliminate them, who else will we eliminate?" A cruel expression appeared on Jialuo's face, and he made a sharp slash with his right hand. Posture.
The dual-wielding Qiangba looked extremely ugly at this time and shook his head: "Dharma King, this is not a Qingjun side, but a rebellion."
"Who said we were rebelling? We are here to eliminate the villains around Zamp." Jialuo looked at the dual-wielding Jamba and said in a deep voice with an unquestionable tone.
Dual-wielding Qiangba thought for a while, sighed heavily, shook his head and said, "Dharma King, didn't you see it today? Qingtang City is already dominated by Han people, how can we rebel?"
"He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world. Looking at today's trend, sooner or later Qingtang will belong to Manjushri Bodhisattva of the Han Dynasty." Lajia, who had been silent for the whole time, also shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"The human heart, what human heart?" Hearing what the two said, Jialuo became anxious, looked at the two of them coldly, and said loudly: "There are only a few people in Qingtang City, only more than 30,000, and how many people are there in the entire Qingtang?" , millions of people. What kind of hearts and minds do the Han people win, and what kind of world do they win?"
Later, his tone became more and more severe and dismissive.
Hearing this, the nobles Chilie (Minister of the Ministry of War), Qiangjiu (Minister of the Ministry of Hubu), and Cuosuo (Minister of the Ministry of Works) fell into deep thought.
This hall is huge. Although it covers an area of one acre, it is supported by eight stone pillars and has floors on the upper level.
The hall is large, which naturally affects the lighting.
As a reception hall, if there is no light, there will naturally be no guests. Which guest likes dark corners.
Therefore, construction craftsmen came up with many ways to solve the light problem.
The entire villa has a patio in the middle, allowing light to fall from the sky.
Secondly, the hall is not square, but rectangular.
Third, there are small windows on both sides, allowing light to penetrate from both sides.
Jialuo is deeply influenced by Han culture, and this villa fully embodies the characteristics of the combination of Tubo and Han culture.
The fear still existed on the dual-wielding Qiangba's face, and he suddenly thought of a way: "This trick of the Han people is really powerful. They used joining the Zhaojiazhuang workshop as a bait and asked to believe in Manjushri Bodhisattva. We should also learn this trick, otherwise there will be no believers in the temple. , you don’t have Chaba anymore.”
"Zhaojiazhuang relies entirely on strength to attract those believers to believe in their so-called Manjushri Bodhisattva." At this time, Lajia nodded and looked back at the others, "Can we give it a try?"
Chi Lie, a great nobleman, is the minister of the Ministry of War. He is about sixty years old. His hair is half white and there are many wrinkles on his face, but he is in good spirits.
He thought for a while and finally sighed: "This is difficult to handle. These unscrupulous people have been fattened by Zhaojiazhuang's appetite. Anything less will have no effect. If they are too much, we can't love them."
Qiangjiu was the Minister of Household Affairs. He was in his fifties and his hair was half gray. Hearing this, he put down his butter tea cup.
"If you want to compare with Zhaojiazhuang, let alone win, at least be on the same level. I did some calculations, at least 60% less, and whatever is left, I can only earn 10%." Qiang Jiu also thought about it and couldn't help it. said.
After speaking, he looked towards Cuoso, the Minister of Works.
Cuoso was about in his early fifties, with gray beard and hair.
"Only 10%?" Cuosuo suddenly jumped up, and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, "10%, why don't we nobles go drink the northwest wind? It's difficult to support a family, let alone raise troops and horses, and Honor the temple."
Chi Lie shook his head: "This is for us to cut our flesh, unless we don't want land rent. If there is no land rent, how can we live a luxurious life, how can we feed our soldiers and horses? Without soldiers and horses, wouldn't we become fish and meat to be slaughtered by others? ?”
"We honor your temple, at least 10% every year, and give you the last 10%. Shouldn't we let our whole family and soldiers go to drink the northwest wind?" Qiangjiu looked at the dual-wielding Qiangba, with a mocking expression on his face. .
Nobility and Lamaism depend on each other and help each other.
The nobles provide financial resources for Lamaism, and Lamaism anesthetizes Chaba and Langsheng for the nobles.
What is this anesthetic? It is the teaching that sins from the past life in this life will eliminate good luck in the next life.
After hearing the teachings of all the enlightened monks, Chaba and Langsheng finally understood why they had such a miserable fate in this life. It was because they had committed many sins in their previous lives, which could only be eliminated in this life, and they looked forward to having a good pregnancy in the next life.
Now of course the lama of the temple hopes that the nobles will give in, but now it seems that no nobles are willing to give in.
Last time, Jialuo asked the nobles to give up 10% in order to let the believers come to the Supervisory Palace to cheer for them, which resulted in a lot of blood loss.
Now, the lama requires them to give up 60% of their profits. Doesn’t this cost their lives?
Jialuo did not expect that these nobles would not agree at all, and couldn't help but smile bitterly with the dual-wielding Jamba.
People are like this. When things don't matter, they always like to stand on the moral high ground, give advice and inspire words.
But when it comes to your own benefit, you can’t let go of this or that.
Jialuo looked at the big nobles present, with a cold smile on his face: "Donors, I wonder if you can see that the Han people are not only targeting Lamaism this time, but you nobles have not escaped either."
Although they are all upper-class Tubo figures, they are actually divided into two factions.
One sect is the Lama sect headed by Jialuo, including the dual-wielding Qiangba of Beizhao Temple, Tudeng of Dafo Temple, and Tudan of Princess Wencheng Temple.
The other faction is headed by Lajia and includes nobles such as Qiangjiu, Tsosuo and Chilie.
All the nobles couldn't help but look towards Laga. Among the nobles, he was the most powerful.
In the reception hall, the desks of Jia Luo and La Jia were juxtaposed, both at the top.
The furnishings on both sides are very distinctive, with Khenbu on one side and nobles on the other.
However, because Jialuo had the highest status, he was the Dharma King, the Right Prime Minister, and a great nobleman, so he sat on the left side.
He sat on the left, and the Khenpos also sat on the left, vaguely gaining the upper hand.
Seeing the look from the nobles, Lajia knew that he had to take action.
"His Holiness, it seems that the Han people did not target the nobles this time." Lajia clasped his hands and said to Jialuo with a smile.
Seeing Lajia pretending to be deaf and dumb, Jialuo smiled faintly: "On the surface, the Han people are targeting Lamaism, but in fact they are also targeting you. Now, Chaba from Qingtang City has almost believed in the Han Manjushri Bodhisattva and joined the Zhaojiazhuang workshop to work. Old I'm thinking, if you don't have a messenger to farm your empty land next year, won't you be able to farm it yourself?"
"His Holiness, we have followed your decree and reduced the land rent by 10%. You know, the land rent outside Qingtang City is still 70%. I don't believe that those Chabas are unwilling to come here to rent land. What's more, we are in Qingtang City. Next to Tangcheng, I don’t believe that other remote places don’t come here.” Lajia smiled coldly in his heart, with a smile on his face.
Didn't you ask us nobles to reduce the land rent by 10%? We can handle our affairs as you wish.
He directly responded with Jialuo's words. He wanted us to charge forward, no way!
Hearing this, all the nobles couldn't help but smile and cast admiring glances at La Jia.
Jia Luo did not expect La Jia to be so cunning, as slippery as a fish and a loach.
He took another sip of Zui Chunfeng and tried to wake himself up.
He put down the teacup and said calmly: "Dear donors, your land is close to Qingtang City. As the capital of Qingtang, Qingtang City has strong walls and high walls, but don't forget that there are Zhaojiazhuang's workshops here. Even if Chaba comes here Farming, but how long can they farm? I believe that as long as they hear that Zhaojiazhuang offers such a high salary, no one will be willing to farm land for noble nobles like you."
Jialuo's words were calm at first, but everyone knew the sarcasm in his tone afterward.
Lajia and the other nobles looked at each other and fell into deep thought together.
"Now lamas and nobles have become ants on a rope, and no one can stay away. Now the Han people are aggressive. Whether they are lamas or nobles, they should unite sincerely to survive each other. Without lamas, you nobles will not care about the land. No matter how much it is, who is willing to accept 70% of your land rent? You know, the highest in the Song Dynasty is only 50%, and some even only 30%." Jia Luo saw their nobles thinking and took advantage of the situation to be confused.
"His Majesty, I also know these truths. But the Song Dynasty is the Song Dynasty, and Tubo is Tubo. 70% of Tubo is hundreds of years old, and the Chabas have long been used to it." As a representative of the nobility, Lajia must of course be a nobleman. say.
"Habits, that was in the past." Jia Luo smiled coldly, "Now that the Han people are here, do you think it's still the same as before, and the strong dragons can't suppress the local snakes?"
When La Jia heard this, she looked down on him even more.
He speaks Chinese more proficiently than anyone here, but it turns out that he is the one who rejects Han people the most.
However, he was not easy to talk about. He glanced at everyone present and said calmly: "These Chaobans don't have yaks or horses. They wander around the mountains all day long. How could they know that something big happened in Qingtang City."
When all the nobles heard this, they couldn't help but cast admiring glances at him. He was indeed very knowledgeable.
"Chaba doesn't have much knowledge, Lao Ne admits this. But think about it, although Chaba will not come to Qingtang City for nothing, what about their relatives and friends? As long as one person leaks the news, it will spread everywhere It's all. It's the saying that good things don't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles." Jialuo said patiently. Later, he couldn't help but quote the words of the Han people.
Lajia smiled coldly: "Then we will block the news. Anyone who passes the news will be shot to death."
After saying that, he made a knife shape with his right hand and slashed hard.
"Blockade, blockade." Jia Luo chuckled, and later turned into a sneer, "How many people do you have? How many Chaba people are there? They are ten times more than you plus the warriors. Can they be stopped? You know, paper can't cover it. Fire."
Later on, he unknowingly quoted Chinese vocabulary.
Lajia and the other nobles looked at each other, and saw those nobles looking at him, indicating that he made the decision.
La Jia couldn't help but smile bitterly, and bowed his hands to Jia Luo: "Please express it clearly!"
"A way out, what other way out is there?" Jia Luo made a fierce downward slashing gesture with his right hand, "The Han forces the Tibetans to rebel, and the Qing emperor is on his side."
"Qingjun's side?" Lajia smiled bitterly again, shook his head, and sighed heavily, "Brother and ten thousand troops, what are you doing now? I haven't reported to the King of Hell yet."
He originally wanted to say, don't you have a thousand heavy cavalry, but he still lost the battle.
Of course Jia Luo knew their scruples, and he knew that his heavy cavalry had also been defeated, but he could not let them be discouraged.
"The Han people are powerful, I admit this, but the number of Han soldiers in Qingtang City is only two thousand." Jialuo smiled contemptuously and replied seriously.
Lajia shook his head and looked at Jialuo: "King Dharma, the Han people only have 2,000 troops, but they also have brothers and 10,000 soldiers. These are cavalry."
"There are indeed ten thousand cavalry from Geji, but why have they never seen them used?" Jialuo said with disdain in his eyes, "What does it mean? It means that these ten thousand surrendered soldiers are not of the same mind as the Han people. They are on the sidelines. When the time comes, we will raise our troops, and Lao Na will write a letter asking them to coordinate internally and externally. Wouldn't it be a big deal?"
"His Holiness, the walls of Qingtang City are high and the Han people have powerful weapons. We don't have enough soldiers and horses. I think we still have no chance of winning." Lajia still shook his head.
"There are not enough soldiers and horses. Qingtang has a population of one million. It is not a problem to raise an army of one hundred thousand. With this army of one hundred thousand, why worry about the failure of great things?" Jialuo couldn't help laughing when he said this.
Lajia nodded, but suddenly frowned, still worried: "What will we do if the Han people come up with Manjushri Bodhisattva's tactics again?"
"Manjushri Bodhisattva's tactics are backed by Zhaojiazhuang's strength, but Zhaojiazhuang cannot have millions of people working in his workshop. Therefore, Zhaojiazhuang's strength determines that it cannot eat these million Tubo people." At this point, Gaara's tone was full of pride.
Raga and the noble looked at each other, and they nodded.
He stood up at this time, stretched out his right hand, waved it fiercely, and said loudly: "The King of Dharma is right, the Han Dynasty forced Tibet to rebel, and Qing Jun sided with him."
"The Han forces the Tibetans to rebel, and the Qing emperor sidelines." The nobles below also stretched out their right hands and shouted loudly.
