As Yan Guo spoke, his gray beard kept trembling.
His constant barrage of questions shows that he is getting stronger with age.
Not to be outdone, Zhang Si immediately counterattacked point by point:
"Zhaojiazhuang has hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Xi County, it is not a place for display."
"The Hu people take action. If the Hu people want to take action, they must also consider the attitude of Zhaojiazhuang."
"Qingtang City attacks, of course it won't go all out."
Cao Ke, Yang Yun and other generals couldn't help but look at each other, not expecting the civil servants to have such a fierce dispute.
Watching Yan Guo and Zhang Si quarrel with each other, it seems like two scholars are pointing out the country and inspiring words.
Zhang Si is the long history of Zhaojiazhuang, which is equivalent to the role of prime minister, which makes sense.
And Yan Guonai was the chief registrar of the household, equivalent to the Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs in the Song Dynasty. Unexpectedly, he also jumped very hard.
Yan Guo is a very special existence among the top leaders of Zhaojiazhuang.
Not only was he the only Jinshi besides Zhao Ping in Zhaojiazhuang, but he also served as a high-ranking official such as the magistrate in the Kingdom of Jin.
With Jinshi qualifications and official experience, it is better to become a long history of Zhaojiazhuang than Zhang Si, who has no official experience.
Zhang Si, on the other hand, was only a candidate for exams. Although he was a candidate for three terms, he had not yet become a Jinshi.
Zhang Si was able to become a long history because he had the upper hand.
If Yan Guo knew Zhao Ping at the same time, he might be the first to become the long history of Zhaojiazhuang.
Although Zhang Si is not as qualified as the other party, he also has his own advantages.
He is only half a year old, almost twenty years younger than Yan Guo.
More importantly, he was extremely loyal to his family and would rather starve to death than surrender to the barbarians.
In this aspect, Yan Guo's integrity was worse than him. Although he did not surrender to the Hu people, he did not die for his country.
One is extremely senior, the other is loyal and loyal, each is good at his own specialty.
None of the other civil servants in Zhaojiazhuang, Zhang Si, had any regard for him, but Yan Guo's experience made him feel a real threat.
Now it's all full firepower, and it's extremely sharp.
Both of them had their own reasons. After speaking, they looked at Zhao Ping together: "I respectfully ask the little saint to make your decision."
Zhao Ping's governance method is somewhat similar to that of the imperial court. He first fully listened to the opinions of his civil and military subordinates and satisfied their willingness to promote writing.
However, his subordinates only have the right to make suggestions, and the final decision depends on him.
He glanced at the two of them, a smile forming on his lips.
He said in a deep voice: "You are right. Tubo must be unified, but the defense cannot be relaxed."
Seeing all his subordinates looking at him, he knew what he had to say.
"One hundred thousand troops, 80,000 for the expedition and 20,000 for the defense." At this point, he said in a deep voice, "Unify Tibet in one fell swoop."
The people below heard the excitement and shouted: "Unify Tibet in one fell swoop."
It’s not that this era doesn’t know this meaning. You must know that Tubo once defeated Datang.
They even captured Chang'an. If the weather had not been too hot and the troops had not retreated, history may have changed its direction.
No matter how powerful Tubo is, now it is up to Zhaojiazhuang to deal with it and turn this arrogant Tubo into his own pet.
Zhang Si couldn't help but give him a proud look when he heard that Zhao Ping finally agreed to unify Tubo.
Seeing the look in Zhang Si's eyes, Yan Guo, who had already buried most of his body, couldn't help but curl up his beard.
"Little saint, it's not that I don't want to unify Tibet, but I'm worried that the Hu people will take advantage of this opportunity to attack Qingtang." Seeing Zhang Si's eyes, he couldn't help but come out and bow his hands and said, "I suggest that the soldiers and horses of Xi County should also be prepared."
Zhao Ping nodded, appreciating his mature and prudent thinking.
He immediately ordered to Zhonghua: "What the guardian said makes sense, inform the soldiers and horses in Xi County to carry out drills."
"No." Zhong Hua bowed his hand and immediately arranged for his subordinate Fei Ge to pass the message.
Zhao Ping waved his hand and motioned for his men to return to his apartment.
At this time, Zhao Long came over and bowed his hands: "Little saint, there is someone on Tongnanfu Road who wants to see you."
"Tongnanfu Road, what happened?" Zhao Ping felt strange and asked immediately.
Could it be that something happened in Changyuan County or in Zhaojiazhuang Town?
Changyuan County is under the jurisdiction of Tongnanfu Road, but if you do things openly, there shouldn't be much problem.
Since there is no problem, what does they have to do?
Zhao Long bowed his hands and said, "I don't know what it is. I haven't said anything about it. I just asked for a meeting."
"Who is this person?" Zhao Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Since he came to ask for help, it was easy to handle.
Zhao Long bowed his hands and said, "One is Xie Zizheng, the judge of Tongnanfu Road, and the other is Xie Zihua, the patriarch of Xiejiazhuang."
After he finished speaking, he handed over the two people's name badges respectfully.
Zhao Ping took a look and a smile appeared on his lips. It turned out that he was from Xiejiazhuang.
Although Zhao Ping was not in Changyuan County, he also knew that Xiejiazhuang had always been aloof and ignored the pavilion chief he sent.
Now he found the judge on Tongnanfu Road, but he was also a member of the Xiejiazhuang clan.
The Tongnan Fulu judge can manage the registers of the various states below, but he is Chengdu Fulu and does not fall under his jurisdiction.
"Let them come in." Thinking of this, he waved his hand and ordered Zhao Long.
Zhao Long bowed his hand and brought in two men of about fifty during a cup of tea.
Both of them were wearing official uniforms, and one was in green, obviously the judge.
The other one was wearing green clothes. He was obviously not of high rank. He was expected to be the clan leader. He was obviously a casual official or something like that.
In terms of official position, Zhao Ping is just a chief registrar and his rank is only seventh rank. He should take the initiative to meet the judge Xie Dezhong.
However, Zhao Ping is now a Marquis, from the third rank, and his rank is even similar to that of Yu Jie.
The two of them bowed their hands together and said, "I have met the Marquis."
"Two uncles, please sit down." Because both of them were from their hometowns, Zhao Ping did not call them by their official names, but called them uncles, which seemed very cordial.
Hearing the name Zhao Ping, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the rumors were correct. Zhao Ping was very kind to the people in his hometown, and he even called him uncle.
The two of them sat down on the chairs next to them. Zhao Long had already brought the tea cup, which was the Zui Chunfeng tea that had just been brewed.
The three of them chatted for a while and talked nonsense for a while.
Xie Dezhong came to ask for help, but it was difficult to ask.
In particular, there are three young ladies around Zhao Ping. Not only are they good-looking, but some of them have bookish temperaments. They are obviously ladies. ,
But for the benefit of the family, he gritted his teeth and said: "Little saint, I have a painting, and I would like to give you some advice."
Zhao Ping didn't know why Xie Dezhong wanted to send a painting, so he could only nodded and signaled to Zhao Long.
Zhao Longnuo said, took the scroll from Xie Dezhong, and handed it to Zhao Ping respectfully.
Zhao Ping slowly opened the scroll, his eyes almost falling out of his sockets and his jaw almost unable to close.
The three little ladies of Cuizhu glared at him fiercely and curled their mouths.
Cuizhu was even worse. Not only were her eyes red, but tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes.
She turned around quickly and wiped her tears with her hands.
After Xie Dezhong saw this, they looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
But this is related to family interests, so they have to do this.
"Little saint, how about the portrait?" Xie Dezhong asked bravely.
The portrait on Zhao Ping's case is a portrait of a lady fluttering butterflies.
This lady is none other than the most beautiful young lady in Xie Family Village and Xie Dewen's legitimate daughter Jiuniang.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this portrait.
It's not that he doesn't have any little ladies now, but he has many, all of them beautiful and charming.
He naturally knew the meaning of Xie Dewen giving him a little lady, to show his goodwill towards Zhao Ping and at the same time to find a good future for himself.
Xie Dezhong naturally knew about this. Instead of objecting, he strongly agreed.
It's a pity that his daughter is either married or of average beauty, so she can't take action at all.
Although Zhao Ping did not say how powerful he was, Xie Dezhong had heard some rumors and legends.
Not to mention anything else, the fact that he single-handedly made the barbarians sue for peace makes people look at him with admiration.
What's more, Zhaojiazhuang's financial resources are as rich as those of other countries, and he is also a little saint famous all over the world.
Even if you can't wear the yellow robe, your future is definitely bright.
Why did the Zhuge family of the Three Kingdoms place bets on Wei, Shu, and Wu at the same time? It was not for the sake of the future of the family.
Now that he has accompanied his clan brother to Zhao Ping, why not place a bet with Zhao Ping?
Zhao Ping looked at the portrait, with a smile on his lips, and looked at Xie Dewen and the two.
The two of them were so embarrassed when he stared at them that their faces almost turned the color of pig liver.
Especially Xie Dewen, as if there were fifteen buckets in his heart, he was very nervous.
It would be fine if Zhao Ping accepted it, but it would be really embarrassing if he didn't.
Especially Xie Dewen, he wanted to die if he refused to accept his legitimate daughter Zhao Ping.
If he goes back empty-handed, it can be said that he will not be able to see Jiangdong's elders.
But for Zhao Ping to accept it, Zhao Ping must agree.
Not to mention anything else, now Zhao Ping's three young ladies are all pretty, and some are even better than his daughter.
Looking at the brushes and scrolls they were holding, they were obviously not vases.
Thinking of this, he silently chanted Guanyin Bodhisattva, who is so kind and compassionate, to bless his daughter to be chosen, bless his family, and bless himself to have a bright future.
Zhao Ping withdrew his gaze and put a smile on his lips: "Uncles, this painting is good. My nephew has accepted it."
In fact, Zhao Ping didn't want to accept the painting at all. There were too many women in the family and there was no place to place it.
In particular, Cuizhu, a young lady, was extremely jealous. Not only were they childhood sweethearts, but she also had her mother's approval.
Isn't it? She was staring at him fiercely now, wanting to swallow him whole.
After thinking about it, he found it difficult to solve the matter by himself, so he could only leave it to his mother and let her arrange it.
Seeing Zhao Ping accept it, Cuizhu hummed and couldn't help wiping her tears again.
Seeing Zhao Ping accept the portrait, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as you accept it, the stone in their hearts will finally fall, and the family will have hope of rising again.
But how Zhao Ping arranges it, the two of them are not without confidence.
Xie Dezhong still bravely bowed his hands and saluted: "Little saint, I heard that the West County is sending people, can you give a mission to the clan brother?"
"Assignment?" Zhao Ping's eyes fell on Xie Dewen and looked at him several times, making Xie Dewen uneasy.
He thought for a while and then asked: "What does the patriarch uncle want to do?"
"But based on the arrangement, I don't care about it." He said while looking at the portrait on Zhao Ping's case.
Zhao Ping looked away from the portrait with a smile on his lips: "Uncle, have you ever heard of Tubo?"
Xie Dewen pulled away the cold. In an instant, his whole body was as tense as a stone, and his heart sank as if it was filled with cold lead.
Why did the little sage mention Tubo? Aren't you talking about the West County incident?
