Upon hearing this, all the rebels looked at Xiong Zezhong.
The youngest of these rebels is only fifteen, and the largest is around forty.
They have different ages and different ideas. Some want to go home and farm.
Almost all of them are Chabas, and of course they are familiar with farming.
"Where did the land come from during the Songgan Zanbu period?" Xiong Zezhong asked instead of answering his question.
These Chaba have never heard of the previous land system.
Most of their land was leased from the nobles. Even if they had it, it was extremely barren land that the nobles looked down upon.
They never expected that during Songgan Zanbu's time, the land would be different from what it is now.
Hearing this, they all raised their heads and looked at Zhuoga Danzeng, wanting to hear what was going on.
Zhuoga Danzeng was not only a noble, but also a captain of thousands. His knowledge was certainly different from that of Ba.
He blushed, not expecting Xiong Zezhong to ask him this.
If Xiong Zezhong hadn't asked this question, he could have refused to answer.
But Xiong Zezhong is his future benefactor, and he must not offend him.
He swallowed hard and had to say: "At that time, the land belonged to the imperial court, and civilians and nobles could only use the land."
"Yes, yes." Xiong Zezhong glanced at him appreciatively. This man really dared to take on the challenge, and said to the surrendering rebels through the sound transmission device, "In the future, all the land will be taken back to the imperial court. The imperial court will lease the land to you again. How much is the land rent?" , civilians only receive 10%. You must know that in the Songgan Zanbu era, the land rent was at least 30%. Zhaojiazhuang only collected 10% of the land rent, giving you happiness in this life."
Upon hearing this, the rebels immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted to the arrow tower: "Manjushri, Manjushri, Manjushri."
While they were shouting, they couldn't help but burst into tears. How much the noble land rent charged was as high as 70%.
However, the land rent collected by Zhaojiazhuang is only 10%. The little saint is indeed Manjushri Bodhisattva and can give them happiness in this life.
If they didn't believe in Zhaojiazhuang before, but they had to believe that Zhaojiazhuang had this strength after fighting against the security team just now.
Those who were able to attack the second Wengcheng were all the best among the best.
So what if they were elite soldiers? Zhaojiazhuang just beat them with a mysterious weapon and frightened them into surrendering.
Zhaojiazhuang has such strength, allowing the surrendering rebels to have an idea that unifying Tibet is not a problem.
As long as Zhaojiazhuang defeats the rebels and unifies Tubo, their land can be obtained from Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhaojiazhuang has publicly promised that the land rent will only be 10%.
Happiness is right in front of you, heaven is right in front of you.
Xiong Zezhong actually changed a concept here. Instead of proposing Zanpu, he directly replaced it with Zhaojiazhuang.
Although Chaba didn't hear it, anyone who was deputy captain or above didn't hear it.
Although they heard it, they had no choice but to admit it. Zhaojiazhuang was invincible, and the little saint was Manjushri Bodhisattva.
What's more, the little saint is the brother-in-law of today's little Zamp.
Some people even thought that if the son of the little saint and the princess became Zanpu in the future, they would not be unwilling to accept it.
Wherever Zhaojiazhuang's strength lies, it can also benefit the Tibetan people. It is also related to the descendants of Songgan Zanbu, so they have unconsciously agreed with it.
"General, how can nobles rent land in Zhaojiazhuang?" But Zhuoga Danzeng suddenly thought of a question, bowed to Xiong Zezhong, and raised a question that was related to the fate of these nobles.
Several other officers above the deputy commander's level widened their eyes and pricked up their ears when they heard this.
These deputy captains are nobles themselves, and this is a matter of vital interest to them.
Not only that, but the centurions also listened carefully. Although they were not nobles, they were quasi-nobles.
Xiong Zezhong replied calmly: "During the Songgan Zanbu period, nobles could rent more land, but the land rent was higher. The same was true in Zhaojiazhuang, but the land rent dropped to 20%."
"Manjushri Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva." Upon hearing this, all the surrendered rebels knelt down towards the arrow tower, kowtowed and shouted fervently.
Seeing all the rebels shouting, Xiong Zezhong breathed a sigh of relief and hung a larger statue of Zhao Ping with a rope and placed it outside the window of the arrow tower for the rebels to worship.
When the surrendered rebels saw the statue of Manjushri, they wanted to take it down and put it at home and worship it with incense every day.
The Goldfinch Damselfish retreated, the smoke cleared, and another day passed.
At the base camp on the hill, Dele looked at the city walls blackened by gunpowder smoke with a happy smile on his face.
He has always been cautious in doing things, but Qu Li accused him of lacking courage.
Qu Li was courageous enough and pressed forward with his 10,000 troops and horses.
Although they stormed the city wall, they were all turned into corpses; although they stormed the city gate, they were all missing.
Kington was in his thirties, a poor scholar, and failed to pass the national examination.
However, he was still poor for ten years. He didn't have much ink, but he was full of bad ideas. He was hired by Dele as his staff.
He was even more happy. He bowed his hand to Dele and said, "General, it seems that your caution is not wrong."
"Didn't the Han people say that if you know yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Qu Li suppressed them all without understanding the Han people. Now it's better, the loss is almost 40%." Dele laughed while stroking his beard.
Kington secretly took a look at Qu Li's base camp, bowed his hands, and said, "The captain of Dele's ten thousand captains has become a captain of five thousand, because there are still one thousand wounded soldiers."
"You are good. Let me be careful. It seems that the Han people are right. Be careful and you will sail a thousand-year-old ship." Dele continued to stroke his beard and laughed happily.
Although Jin Dun failed to pass the imperial examination, he had read a lot of military books.
There is no way to do this. Neither the Hu people nor the Tubo people have imperial examinations.
He has no strength, so of course he cannot go to the battlefield.
In order to make a living, he had no choice but to become familiar with military science and was hired as an aide by Dele.
"Ziting (Zi Ting), Qu Li has suffered heavy losses. What should I do now?" The two were happy for a while, but Dele's face suddenly became serious and he stared at Jin Dun and asked.
Kington thought for a while and then said cautiously: "General, now that the King of France has lost almost 30%, he should persuade the nobles to go to the battlefield."
"I do have this intention, but what should I do if the Dharma King disagrees?" Dele circled around the case a few times, stopped and looked at Kington.
Kington thought for a moment and continued to speak cautiously: "General, the nobles are far more powerful than the King of France. They have been watching the battle for two days. Their tactics have matured. It should be their turn to attack the city."
"There are indeed many noble soldiers and horses, and this old man knows it." Dele shook his head and sighed, "But what kind of soldiers and horses are they, many of them are just farmers, some holding hoes, and some holding wooden sticks. "
"Does the general mean that soldiers should be more skilled rather than more numerous?" Kington did not expect that his general would turn out to be stubborn. "If there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant. What's more, there are only a few farmers."
"I know what you are thinking. I am worried that the nobles will use this excuse to make the King of France bleed more." Dele looked at Kington and said calmly.
Jinton nodded: "The general's concern is quite reasonable. The student has a plan to allow the nobles to attack the city."
"Ziwen, the Dharma King asked us to attack the city tomorrow. What are your plans?" At Lajia's base camp, Lajia looked at Jinshi and asked.
Jinshi put down the teacup in his hand, bowed his hand, looked at Lajia and asked: "Master, what are your plans?"
"Of course I don't want to attack the city so soon." Lajia sighed, with a look of reluctance.
Jinshi thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Master, are you worried about the damage to the troops and horses, or do you think the Dharma King's losses are not enough?"
"Although the security regiment does not have many troops, its destructive power is indeed powerful. In just two days, the King of France lost 30% of his troops." Lajia shook his head with lingering fear.
"Master, the student thinks this is an opportunity." Jinshi thought for a while and said cautiously.
Lajia frowned, his face obviously unhappy.
He glared at Jin Shi: "Why do you say that? King Dharma's troops are still ahead of me. Isn't this a moth flying into the flame?"
"My lord, I killed ten thousand enemies and lost three thousand to myself. Have you ever heard of it?" Jinshi looked at the city wall and talked eloquently.
"Kill the enemy ten thousand, damage yourself three thousand, I have heard of this," Lajia walked around the case a few times, and finally shook his head, looking up to the sky at the top of the camp, with a blank look on his face, "But the security group occupied the city We have the advantage here and the Wengcheng, otherwise how could the Dharma King lose so many troops?"
Jinshi spoke eloquently and said calmly: "Master, although the security regiment has the advantage of fortifying the city, it has one of its biggest weaknesses, that is, there are too few soldiers and horses, only two thousand. According to the loss ratio of both sides, Fa Wang The loss was 6,000, and the security team lost 1,800.”
"That, that." Lajia thought for a while, and finally shook his head, "They have the advantage of city fortress, it is not this algorithm."
"Then based on the calculation of the security regiment's own troops and horses, the loss of 2,000 troops and horses is 30%, or 600. For them, they are currently stretched thin." Jinshi took the abacus, did some calculations, and came to a conclusion.
The abacus was invented by Xu Yue, a mathematician in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. Some people think that there was no abacus in ancient times, which is ridiculous.
Lajia looked at the abacus in Jinshi's hand, thought about it, and couldn't help but sigh: "Ziwen, although there are not many Han people, their weapons are really powerful, so we have to consider it."
"Although the Han people have won a temporary victory, they are already exhausted. The protagonist took advantage of this opportunity to take Qingtang City directly." Jin Shi pointed at the map on the desk and waved his hand fiercely.
"Weary troops, but the security team should take a break and not fight continuously." Lajia smiled bitterly, but shook his head, looked at the Dharma King's base camp, and sighed heavily, "Dharma King, you didn't expect that you would fight like this. Instead, the security team was given a day off.”
"Then we won't give the security group any rest time and attack day and night. Let's see how the security group rests?" Jin Shi looked at the map with a cruel smile on his face.
Lajia's eyes widened and he looked at Jinshi in disbelief: "Ziwen, the King of France has so many soldiers and horses that he dare not attack day and night. How can I do this?"
After saying that, his eyes couldn't help but show suspicion. Could this be a detailed work sent by the security team?
Of course Jinshi knew what Lajia was thinking, so he continued speaking according to his own thoughts: "Master, if you only attack one city gate, and the other nobles attack the other three gates, wouldn't you have an overwhelming advantage against the Han people?"
"Is it feasible to attack only one city gate?" Lajia fell into deep thought, "Do the nobles agree?"
"They are still eager for this. I wonder if the master still has confidence in attacking a city gate?" Jin Shi asked with a smile on his face and a bow.
"I feel that if one person attacks one city gate, and the other nobles jointly attack three city gates, I will suffer a lot." Lajia looked at the map while still arranging.
Jinshi knew that Lajia was actually moved, and was just calculating the gains and losses.
Jinshi bowed his hand again and made the opposite suggestion: "Instead of two people jointly attacking the city gate, it is better for the protagonist to attack the city gate alone."
"Ziwen, why do you say this?" Lajia looked confused again.
Jinshi did not answer Laga's question, but asked: "If two people attack, which one will be the main attacker?"
"Of course I am." Lajia answered without any doubt, looking at the map without looking up.
Jinshi shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "Master, if you have merit, how will you distribute it?"
"I am the main attacker, so of course the main credit lies with me." Lajia continued to look at the map and answered decisively.
Jinshi shook his head and persuaded patiently: "Master, some things on the battlefield are unpredictable and can be said to change rapidly. What if the master's strength is missed by others, how will this credit be distributed?"
"This, this." While looking at the map, La Jia couldn't help but drink the butter tea in one gulp, and then slammed the tea cup to the ground.
After Lajia dropped the cup, he sat on the chair and sighed while looking at the map, his eyes red.
There was a bang. Fortunately, the ground was not a stone slab and it had not become shattered yet.
The soldier hurried forward, picked up the tea cup, washed it carefully, and made another cup of butter tea for La Jia.
The Jinshi bowed his hands and said in a deep voice: "The King of Karmapa is so ambitious that Qingtang City has its wings broken. If the hero captures Qingtang City, who will be the leader between the King of Karmapa and the hero in the future?"
"Ziwen, Ziwen, you mean, I also have a chance?" Lajia suddenly lost his composure, his eyes widened, and his breathing became heavy.
Jinshi bowed his hands and smiled: "So the student feels that the opportunity to be the hero has come."
"Let me think about it carefully." Lajia stood up from his seat at this time and stared at the map intently.
Jinshi bowed his hands in a salute, his eyes full of passion: "My lord, as long as you defeat the security group and use the prestige of victory to unify Qingtang and Tibet, it won't be a problem."
"Victory or defeat depends on this move." Lajia's thick hand hit the table hard.
With a bang, the tea cup jumped up on the table and fell to the ground again.
The soldier had no choice but to step forward again, pick up the teacup, and wash it cleanly without any trace of complaint on his face.
Jin Shi's voice was full of passion: "Master, the security team is already exhausted, but you not only have strong troops and horses, but you are also waiting for work, and you can achieve your hegemony."
"After I unify Qingtang, I will make you the prime minister." Lajia laughed loudly while drinking butter tea.
Jinshi couldn't help but be overjoyed, and solemnly bowed his hands: "Thank you, sir. I will work hard until my death."
The two clinked their teacups, drinking tea instead of wine, and then laughed, as if Qingtang City had been captured.
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