Xie Dewen sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "One wrong step will lead to a wrong step."
"The official is holding a wooden stick in one hand and a lollipop in the other." Xie Deren put down his teacup and raised his head with a wry smile.
Xie Deyi thought for a moment and patted the table: "The government is giving you a sweet treat, but at the same time it wants you to truthfully declare your land and households."
"Zhangjiazhuang is not good at all, so he quickly took refuge with the government, and ended up getting a lot of benefits." Xie Deli's eyes showed jealousy.
Xie Dezhi sighed heavily and smiled awkwardly: "Our Xiejiazhuang has a profound self-restraint and ignored the government, but Zhangjiazhuang took the lead."
Xie Dexin thought for a while, then took a teacup and slapped him on the table several times: "Chief, there is no use complaining now. Xiejiazhuang has a stronger background than Zhangjiazhuang, and we cannot be suppressed by Zhangjiazhuang like this."
"That's right, the clan leader should come up with a way to bring out the prestige of Xie Family Village, instead of just being dejected." Xie Dexia's eyes lit up, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Xie Deqiu also nodded and felt the same way: "Xiejiazhuang is also a family of farming and studying. It has been a painting village for a hundred years. How can it be compared to the nouveau riche of Zhangjiazhuang?"
"Patriarch, it's up to you to restore the glory of Xie Family Village." After saying that, he stood up and bowed solemnly to Xie Dewen.
As soon as he saluted, other elders also stood up and bowed to Xie Dewen: "Chief, the glory of Xie Family Village cannot be lost."
"Patriarch, Xiejiazhuang will always be Xiejiazhuang and cannot become Zhangjiazhuang." Xie Deshu also stood up and solemnly bowed his hands in a completely dismissive tone.
Hearing the blazing gazes from everyone, Xie Dewen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. This was putting him, the clan leader, on the fire.
But he is the patriarch and cannot escape reality.
Xie Dewen rolled his eyes a few times, thought for a while, and said decisively: "I'll look for Zizheng (also known as Xie Dezhong) and see if he can do anything about it?"
Xie Dezhong is the magistrate of Tongnanfu Road, his management scope includes Changzhou, Changyuan County, and he is from Xiejiazhuang.
"Clan leader, you have worked hard." These elders bowed to Xie Dewen one after another.
A faint smile appeared on Xie Dewen's face, and he returned the favor: "This is my duty, and it is natural."
"If you hadn't forced me, why would I be willing to travel far away?" Xie Dewen cursed in his heart, "It's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's bad to be out for one day."
After Xie Dewen finished speaking, he packed up, bowed, and set off the next day.
Three days later, he came to Tongnanfu Road and saw his brother Xie Dezhong.
He is a judge, from the sixth grade, not a high-ranking official. He lives in a public house, which is a combination of residence and office.
If his son was born here, he would be born in a yamen, which would be a standard yamen.
Xie Dezhong and Xie Dewen have similar facial features, but are quite different in age, both around fifty.
But his skin is not as fair as his, and his appearance is older.
Hearing Xie Dewen's complaint, he thought for a moment and sighed: "The government of Xiehe Pavilion is upright and impeccable."
"Zizheng, but the people in the clan don't think so. They think Zhaojiazhuang is playing favorites." Xie Dewen smiled bitterly, feeling embarrassed.
Xie Dezhong was furious and slapped the table: "Fart, Zhaojiazhuang can totally give Xie Jiazhuang nothing. Can Xie Jiazhuang do anything to Zhaojiazhuang?"
"Thank you Zizheng for your understanding." Xie Dewen was so moved that he almost cried and shook his head, "But the people in the clan don't think so."
"Xiejiazhuang is not convinced. He has suppressed Zhangjiazhuang for generations. I didn't expect that Zhangjiazhuang would be so lucky this time and get on the big boat of Zhaojiazhuang." Xie Dezhong swore directly and sighed.
Xie Dewen bowed his hand and said, "Zizheng, I hope you can give me some advice."
"I'm just a little judge, and the little saint is a marquis. Can I control it?" Xie Dezhong shook his head and sighed heavily.
Xie Dewen smiled bitterly and bowed deeply: "Zizheng, please think of a way."
"A way, any way." Xie Dezhong also had a wry smile on his face, "Even if I am a transport envoy, I don't dare to do anything to Zhaojiazhuang, not to mention that I am just a small judge."
"Zizheng, if you can't do anything, I will stay here and not leave." After Xie Dewen finished speaking, he sat down on the chair and drank tea wholeheartedly.
Xie Dezhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pointed at Xie Dewen and said with a sarcastic smile: "You are a dignified clan leader, but you are so arrogant."
"I don't have the face to go back to Xie's Village, so I have to stay here." Xie Dewen glared at him, and then drank tea casually.
"Zihua (Xie De's words), can you just stay here for the rest of your life?" Xie Dezhong couldn't laugh or cry.
Xie Dewen nodded and said matter-of-factly: "I was forced by the elders, so I had to ask my clan brother to find a way."
"Let me think about it." Xie Dezhong sighed helplessly, and then kept spinning around the case.
Xie Dewen didn't care how he turned around and concentrated on drinking tea.
He was tired of traveling and traveling for three days, so he just had tea to quench his thirst.
Seeing Xie Dewen covered in dust and looking tired, Xie Dezhong shook his head.
It's not easy for me to be an official, and it's not easy for you to be a clan leader. Each has its own difficulties.
After he sat down, he looked at Xie Dewen and said, "I have an unexpected way."
"Zizheng, what can you do?" Xie Dewen also bothered to drink tea, and stood up from the chair with a sigh.
Xie Dezhong was embarrassed, with a wry smile on his face: "I have no choice but to pull off this old face and beg the little saint."
"Thank you, clan brother." Xie Dewen was overjoyed and bowed deeply, "The little saint takes special care of my fellow villagers. You can give it a try."
Zhaojiazhuang, Jintang County.
Little Saint's Office.
Zhao Ping summoned a group of civil and military subordinates to discuss a matter.
The content of the discussion was an urgent submission, a report from the Tubo Supervisory Government.
Zhao Ping sat on it and did not let his civil and military men stand.
It is more humane, with a row of seats on each side and tables in front of them.
But if you want to speak, you must stand up, bow your hands and speak.
Civil servants are respected and naturally ranked on the left.
The military commander is second, naturally on the right.
The Jianguo Mansion believes that Qingtang Tibet has been captured and people's hearts have been stabilized. Now is the time to consider unifying the entire Tibet.
This is a major event, not only related to the life and death of the Supervisory Government, but also related to the life and death of Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhao Ping still delegated power very much and asked Zhang Si, the long history of Zhaojiazhuang, to read the content of the submission.
He glanced at his civil and military subordinates and asked in a deep voice: "If you have any ideas, you might as well tell them."
"Little saint, I have heard that the whole of Tubo was divided into several parts and separated from each other. I don't know why it is unified again?" Yan Guo came out first and asked with a bow.
He obviously did not want Tibet to be unified and wanted to maintain the status quo.
Cao Ke also came out at this time and bowed his hands: "Shoushe (Yan Guozi), this moment, that moment. Now the little saint is Manjushri Bodhisattva and the supervisor of the country. It can be said that it is very different from the past."
"The little saint defeated the Tubo rebels, and his prestige has no rival in Tubo." Yang Yun also came out and bowed his hands and said, "This is the time to strike while the iron is hot."
"Shen Zhi (Tan Xingzi) also supports the unification of Tibet." Zhong Hua, the leader of the craftsman, also came out and said, "Now that nearly a hundred thousand soldiers and horses are idle, it is very easy for something to happen. Instead of being idle and rusty, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity. The time has come to unify Tibet."
Tan Xingnai was the detailed officer in charge of the western region and knew everything about Tibetan affairs.
"Little saint, this is to make a wedding dress for Zanpu. You must not do it." Yan Guo became anxious, and his voice rose unknowingly.
Zhang Si looked disdainfully, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Shoushe, the little saint made this wedding dress, what is the basis for it?"
"Chang Shi, the Tubo people only recognize Zampu, not the little saint." Yan Guo's originally deep voice became a little louder at this time, and he was obviously anxious.
Zhang Si's lips curved into a joking smile: "Guardians, the Tubo people recognize Zanpu. In Qingtang City, does the little sage Manjushri Bodhisattva have a higher status, or does Zanpu have a higher status?"
"Chang Shi, the status of the little saint of Qingtang City is higher than that of Zanpu, but Zanpu's influence is on the entire Tubo." Yan Guo's pair of gray eyebrows were tightly knitted together, making his face look more wrinkled.
Zhang Si shook his head and said solemnly: "Shoushe, now the Dharma King and Lhajia also support the unification of Tibet. You must know that they are also the most influential people in Qingtang City, one is the Dharma King and the other is the Prime Minister."
"Chang Shi, of course they want to unify Tubo. After unification, they will be promoted to Tibetan Dharma King and Prime Minister." Yan Guo was very good at grasping people's hearts and spoke out logically.
"Shoushe is wrong." Zhang Si immediately retorted, "The Dharma King is no longer the Dharma King of Lamaism, but now the Dharma King of the Holy Religion. Lajia is the prime minister and the deputy envoy of the Supervisory Office."
"Chang Shi, but what if someone in Tubo takes advantage of Zamp to cause trouble?" Yan Guo's plan failed, so he tried again and found another reason.
Zhang Si looked disdainfully and sneered again and again: "Shoushe, this Zampu should think carefully about how his father died. If he doesn't have the strength to be a real Zampu, his father will be his fate. Instead of being inexplicable It would be better to live a happy life as a happy prince than to die."
"Chang Shi, what if the whole of Tibet attacks the security group in the name of Zanpu?" Yan Guo was obviously not convinced and said with spittle flying around.
Zhang Si's lips curved into a sarcastic smile: "Shoushe, Tubo's most powerful army of 100,000 was defeated by the security regiment. Is it possible that there can be more powerful troops than the army of 100,000?"
"Chang Shi, this is different." Yan Guo shook his head and argued with reason, "The security team used to be defensive in Qingtang, but now they are attacking the entire Tubo. Although Tubo is in disarray, but when faced with such a debilitating situation, There will definitely be unity.”
"Shoushe, a loose sand is a loose sand, no matter how many soldiers and horses there are, it is still a loose sand. Isn't it? Although the original rebels of King Lajia also had a hundred thousand rebels, they were still a loose sand. Since the Qingtang rebels were like this, no matter how many soldiers and horses Tubo had, it would not be the same. So?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Zhang Si's face, and his tone was full of strong confidence.
Yan Guo shook his head, sighed heavily, and gave one reason after another.
"Zhaojiazhuang can tolerate taking Qingtang City, but if we want to unify Tibet, what will happen if the Hu people send troops?"
"You know, the Tubo nobles will definitely sit back and wait for death, and they will definitely ask the barbarians for help."
"Qingtang City is not like Xi County. There is Sichuan behind Xi County. You must know that Qingtang City is surrounded by barbarians and Tibetans."
