Chapter 925: Convince the Xie family
From the looks of it, it was obvious that the two of them didn't know that Zhaojiazhuang had something to do with the country.
Zhao Ping said calmly: "Qingtang Tubo is a vassal state of Zhaojiazhuang, and my nephew is the supervisory state of Qingtang Tubo."
"What, Tubo is the vassal state of the little saint?" Xie Dewen stood up from his seat with a loud voice, his eyes so wide that it seemed like they could fall out of their sockets.
Xie Dezhong was not much better. His mouth was opened so wide that he could hardly close it. He could almost fit a duck egg in.
Zhao Ping nodded, with a smile on his lips: "The problem of overstaffing was serious in the Song Dynasty, but instead of having overstaffed in Tubo, it was in fact very short of people, especially Han officials."
"Little saint, Tubo is short of people, but it's too far away." Xie Dewen was a little moved, but even more worried, "What's more, the territory in the middle still belongs to the barbarians."
"The two uncles from West County know about it," Zhao Ping said with a faint smile on his face, looking at the two of them.
Xie Dewen and Xie Dezhong looked at each other and nodded: "Of course I know this."
"Actually, the Hu people took the initiative to seek peace in the war in Xi County." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face. "The two sides fought for more than a month. The battle was counterattacked by Zhaojiazhuang. The Hu people lost 100,000 troops and retreated twenty miles. Road, we have to seek peace.”
"Hu people can't stand being beaten so much?" Xie Dewen couldn't believe his ears. The outside was burnt by the thunder and the inside was tender. Smoke almost came out from his head, and he said loudly: "Little saint, isn't it like that?"
"The Hu people are indeed powerful and have many offensive methods. They also have the offensive methods of the Song Dynasty, and they even have methods that the Song Dynasty does not have to attack."
"Needless to say, there are trench bridges, cloud ladders, flying ladders, and Lu Gong cars."
"There are also digging tunnels, building soil up to the city wall to attack, taking advantage of the fog to cross the river on sheepskin rafts, and sneak attacks on cliffs in the middle of the night."
"What's the result? These were all defeated." Zhao Ping said calmly.
Xie Dezhong licked his dry lips and asked with difficulty: "Little saint, how did Zhaojiazhuang defeat the Hu people?"
"Zhaojiazhuang has firearms, such as whirlwind cannons, iron cannons, shadowless cannons, giant chariots, and cavalry. The Hu people were able to resist at first, but later they could not bear the heavy casualties and had to retreat." Although Zhao Ping spoke calmly , but the two of them also felt proud.
The Song Dynasty had been suppressed by the Hu people for decades and was basically on the defensive.
Although Sichuan was barely saved, Chengdu, the most elite land of abundance, was lost.
Unexpectedly, when Zhaojiazhuang came out, the Hu people were beaten to a pulp and had to take the initiative to seek peace.
"Little saint, it turns out that Zhaojiazhuang is so powerful." Xie Dewen was stunned and asked tentatively, "What's going on with Tubo?"
"This is an unexpected surprise for Tubo." Zhao Ping said calmly, "The security group sent a thousand soldiers disguised as businessmen to Tubo, and they happened to encounter an internal fight between Tubo Zampu and the prime minister."
"Zanpu almost died after being poisoned by the prime minister's arrow. Before he died, he entrusted the security group to avenge him. The security group defeated the prime minister with 10,000 cavalry and captured the prime minister's family to die for him. Zanpu was extremely grateful and entrusted his nephew to Supervise the country.”
"Little saint, how could the soldiers and horses of Qingtang City be so inexperienced that they could defeat ten thousand of the prime minister's cavalry so easily?" Xie Dewen shook his head and sighed.
Zhao Ping shook his head, with a smile on his lips, and shook his head: "That's wrong. The Tubo soldiers and horses are no worse than the Hu people. The Hu people also wanted to take over Tubo, but they fought against the Tubo soldiers and horses. Both sides had their own victory or defeat, and suffered heavy losses. Helpless Under the circumstances, the Hu people just asked Tibet to surrender."
"I heard that the Tubo people are very xenophobic, but the security team can actually gain a foothold in Qingtang City?" Xie Dewen felt incredible.
"The Tubo people are indeed very xenophobic." A faint smile appeared on Zhao Ping's face, "Zhaojiazhuang has done a lot of good things."
"Zhaojiazhuang has many workshops in Qingtang City, and the land rent for the Tubo nobles is ridiculously high compared to the mainland. Generally, the land rent for Chaba is 70%."
"Slave nobles like Lang Sheng have the power to buy and kill at will, and are called talking beasts. The security team not only rescued Lang Sheng, but also allowed Chaba to receive more than a monthly salary. Chaba and Lang Sheng were happy. Extremely, call my nephew Manjushri Bodhisattva."
"Seeing that my nephew was supervising the country, it had a great influence. Feeling that their interests were harmed, the new prime minister and Dharma king of Qingtang Tibet gathered a hundred thousand troops and besieged Qingtang City."
Xie Dewen and Xie Dezhong turned pale when they heard this, took a breath of air, and were at a loss, like clay and wood carvings.
"Oh my God." Xie Dewen's eyes almost fell out of his sockets. "With an army of 100,000, the security group only has 1,000 troops. Can we defend it?"
Zhao Ping smiled at the corner of his mouth and answered calmly: "The security regiment has two to three thousand soldiers and horses, and there are several thousand soldiers who volunteer to defend, and there are almost ten thousand soldiers and horses."
"What's so powerful about the security group is that there are all kinds of firearms emerging one after another, and the Tibetan people are in disarray. The security group defends for a while and attacks, and the Tibetan rebels either surrender or are wiped out."
"Little saint, have the Dharma King and the Prime Minister escaped?" Xie Dewen was worried. "I heard that the Tibetan Dharma King has a high status and can still participate in politics."
"The Tibetan Dharma King has a very high status," Zhao Ping said with a faint smile. "The security team pursued the victory, and everyone including the Dharma King and the Prime Minister surrendered."
"I feel relieved after suppressing the rebellion in this way." Xie Dewen was obviously interested and couldn't help but ask another question, "How big is the Tubo in Qingtang?"
Zhao Ping gestured to Zhao Long, and Zhao Long and Cuizhu opened the wall behind them, revealing the map behind the wall cloth.
Seeing the map on the wall, Xie Dezhong and the two took a deep breath. Their mouths opened so wide that they could hardly close them. They could almost fit a duck egg into them.
Without it, this map is too big.
It is two feet long and one foot high.
There are not only maps of the Song Dynasty, but also maps of the Hu people, Dali, and Tubo.
Zhao Ping held a long stick, pointed at the Qingtang Tubo and said: "There are actually many Qingtang Tubos. They are larger than the entire Sichuan, almost twice the area."
Xie Dezhong looked at each other and nodded in surprise.
Xie Dewen looked at Zhao Ping with burning eyes: "Little saint, what can I do when I get to Qingtang Tubo?"
Obviously, Xie Dewen is quite satisfied with the current situation in Qingtang, and now it is time to negotiate terms.
"Tubo is currently short of people. My uncle can start as a county magistrate." Zhao Ping said with a smile, "My uncle has no political experience, but he is a clan leader and has managed thousands of people, so he is just right."
Xie Dewen was a little disappointed when he heard that it was a county magistrate.
Xie Dezhong asked tentatively: "Little saint, I wonder if there are any other positions?"
"Two uncles, have you ever heard of the son of Wangjiazhuang (Wang Wenxiu)?" Of course Zhao Ping knew what Xie Dezhong was thinking and immediately gave him a hint.
Xie Dezhong nodded: "I heard that Wang Ziyang once served as the magistrate of Xi County, and then he disappeared somewhere?"
"Uncle, you might as well think about where your son has gone." Zhao Ping had a faint smile on his face.
Xie Dewen looked at each other and fell into deep thought.
Xie Dewen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Ziyang made no mistakes when he became the magistrate of West County. In this way, he can only be promoted but not demoted. How can he go to Tubo?"
"Exactly." Zhao Ping raised his thumb with a satisfied smile on his face.
Xie Dewen said anxiously: "Little saint, what is Ziyang doing in Tubo now?"
"My nephew is the governor of the Tubo State in Qingtang City, but he is also the chief secretary of the Chengdu Mansion. He has no other skills, so he has to let Ziyang serve as the envoy of the governor's office." Zhao Ping said with a smile on his lips.
Although Zhao Ping spoke very plainly, Xie Dewen and Xie Dewen seemed like a bolt from the blue, unable to close their mouths for a long time.
The chief envoy of the Jianguo Mansion was actually similar to the imperial envoy, and even equivalent to the Tubo Emperor.
Wang Wenxiu's luck must have improved. He was the same clan leader as he was a year ago, and he didn't even have a casual official.
However, because he now took refuge in the little saint, his official position was promoted quickly, and he was actually promoted to be the envoy of the Supervisory Government.
If Yu Jie is the political envoy of Sichuan, then Wang Wenxiu is the political envoy of Tubo in Qingtang.
Of course there are differences between the two. One is the Zhizhi envoy of the Song Dynasty, and the other is the Zhizhi envoy of Zhaojiazhuang.
Xie Dewen swallowed two or three times, as if his throat was dry, and asked with difficulty: "Besides the envoys, what other officials are there in the Supervisory Office?"
"In addition to the one envoy, there are four deputy envoys, one of whom is the surrendered Tibetan political governor Lajia." Zhao Ping showed a faint smile on his face.
Hearing this, Xie Dewen couldn't help but feel excited, and asked worriedly: "Little saint, Tubo is too far away from here, how do the supervisory offices operate?"
"Of course it has to be discussed. Ziyang can preside over the discussion, but he can't say anything. Important matters must be reported to Zhaojiazhuang." Of course Zhao Ping knew Xie Dewen's worries.
Xie Dewen felt relieved when he heard this. Wang Wenxiu was obviously not as powerful as Yu Jie.
Yu Jie was a man of his word in Sichuan, with financial power, power, and military power in his own hands.
Wang Wenxiu is a civil servant. I wonder how much power he has over soldiers and horses?
Xie Dewen asked tentatively: "Little saint, I heard that Tubo is very barbaric. How do you control the soldiers and horses of the security regiment there?"
After all, there is about two thousand miles between the Jianguo Mansion and Zhaojiazhuang. Zhao Ping himself is not in Tubo, so soldiers and horses are a very big problem.
Without delegating power, it would be difficult to fight against the Tubo and Hu troops. What should we do if delegating power encounters someone wearing a yellow robe?
"The person in charge is a deputy envoy named Zheng Ding." Zhao Ping knew his worries. "He can mobilize troops and horses below one thousand directly. From one thousand to three thousand, he has to discuss with the envoy Ziyang. Three thousand If it reaches five thousand, it will be discussed by the entire government. If it exceeds five thousand, it will be reported to Zhaojiazhuang."
When Xie Dezhong heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little moved, and asked tentatively: "Little saint, after hearing this, what official position can I hold if I come to Qingtang?"
He was a sixth-grade judge in the Song Dynasty, and he was so far removed from Wang Wenxiu, a general, that he actually had the idea of resigning.
"Uncle, you are an official of the imperial court. Can the imperial court let you go?" Zhao Ping said with a smile on his lips and glanced at the two of them. "But my second uncle is more suitable for development in Tubo."
When Xie Dezhong heard this, he was greatly disappointed and looked a little ugly, because he was rejected by Zhao Ping.
However, his reputation among the court officials was obviously much greater than that of Wang Wenxiu, which aroused the attention of the court. Zhao Ping had no choice but to refuse.
Since he was rejected, now he can only rely on his clan brothers.
He asked tentatively: "Little saint, if my brother does well, how far can he achieve in Tubo?"
Although Xie Dewen said nothing, he looked at Zhao Ping with burning eyes, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
