"He's dead. The head is here."
Mu Ashou, who was not riding a horse, respectfully took out a wooden box with a thing on it.
This object was none other than Mu'aliang's head, with lime underneath.
When Zhonghua saw Mu Aliang's expression on the war horse, his eyes were still wide open and he looked completely unbelievable.
It seemed that he didn't believe that his own people would attack him secretly, and he looked absolutely determined to die.
Zhonghua couldn't help but feel a little frightened when he saw this.
He was not afraid of Mu Ah Liang's death, but of Mu Ah Shou's ruthlessness.
No matter what Mu Ashou's character is, he is the chief after all, and he is doing it for the entire clan.
But because he made a wrong move and surrendered to the Hu people, he offended Dali.
It's nothing to offend Dali. The key is that the Hu people were defeated by Zhaojiazhuang and they have to give Zhaojiazhuang an explanation.
The best explanation is, of course, Mu Aliang’s head.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Zhonghua's face, he glared at him, and said coldly: "Mualiang is not alone in attacking Dali. I heard there are tens of thousands of troops."
If the Mu family's tens of thousands of troops hadn't turned against the enemy and opened the city gates to let the barbarians in, Gaotong would have definitely defended Jiuhe.
"You have tens of thousands of soldiers and horses who are traitors to the country, and you still have the nerve to come out to greet the security team, bah." Cao Ke came over on horseback. He despised this kind of people the most, and spat on Mu Ashou's face.
Mu Ashou didn't dare to wipe the thick phlegm from his face. He knew very well that the security team killed the Hu general and caused five thousand Hu casualties.
If not, he would not have dared to kill the old chief.
Hearing Cao Ke's words, Mu Ashou's old face turned the color of pig liver, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground for him to crawl into.
Now we must give Cao Ke a satisfactory explanation, otherwise he can make the entire Mu family extinct in a fit of anger.
Mu Ashou licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said, "Jiuhe and the Mu family are willing to look at the little saint's horse as their head, and they dare not have any second thoughts."
He has now seen that he has betrayed Dali, and it is obvious that Dali will not let him go.
Now we are counting on the Hu people, but we haven’t seen that the whole vanguard of the Hu people will either be killed or surrender?
Now the only one who can save the entire Jiuhe and Mu family is Zhaojiazhuang, so he immediately expressed his loyalty.
Cao Ke didn't expect that Mu Ashou would hit the snake with a stick.
He didn't expect that Mu Ah Shou would be so shameless, opening his mouth so wide that he could hardly close it, and looking at Zhong Hua.
Zhonghua was overjoyed when he heard this, and the Mu family took the initiative to surrender to Zhaojiazhuang. This was the best thing.
There is also a public house in Jiuhe, but it is the meeting hall of the Mu family, and there are some other courtyards.
The Mu family is rich and powerful, and the meeting hall is almost ten feet in diameter, which now gives Zhaojiazhuang an advantage.
Now the Mu family has taken the initiative to hand it over as Zhao Ping's public residence.
Zhonghua came to Zhao Ping and immediately told him everything.
"This is a good thing. Xi Xing and He Shude took five thousand cavalry and stationed in Jiuhe in the name of defending the Hu people." Zhao Ping had already thought of a countermeasure, "Xixing is the general manager of Lijiang Road and Mu Ashou is the deputy general manager. "
When everyone in Zhaojiazhuang heard this, they were overjoyed. The little saint made Xi Xing the general manager and sent troops to station here. Apparently Liu Bei borrowed money from Jingzhou and never returned it.
Xi Xing was even more happy. A year ago, he was a poor storyteller, but now he has become the general manager.
The Song Dynasty also had an official, but that one was just a transfer envoy responsible for financial power, which was far from the general manager.
What is this general manager? He is almost equivalent to half an envoy, lacking military power. All other official, financial and administrative powers are in his hands.
When the other senior executives of the security team saw this, they were all envious, but they were not jealous.
Xi Xing is the first chief of the security group, and he should be the chief official of the border area.
It's good to follow the little saint, your efforts will always be rewarded.
They all secretly swore in their hearts that they must follow the little saint, work hard, and strive to have a frontier official in the future.
Xi Xing's eyes filled with tears and he bowed deeply: "Thank you, little saint. I will take good care of Lijiang for you in my humble position."
"We must not only take good care of it, but also manage it well. We must speed up the progress of Hanization. There are a small number of Bai people in Lijiang. They are descendants of the Han people and are considered half-Han people. First of all, they must be reused; secondly, the indigenous people who have learned the etiquette of the Han people have already Civilization. Once again, they are out-and-out indigenous people. This degree of Chineseization is related to whether Zhaojiazhuang can gain a foothold here." Zhao Ping said with seriousness and sincerity, proposing the way of governance.
"Little saint, I must work hard to complete the Chineseization of this place as soon as possible." Although Xi Xing felt that it was a little difficult, he was only twenty now and time was on his side.
After expressing his attitude, he immediately complained again: "Little saint, this place is far away from Zhaojiazhuang, but it is a land of poor mountains and harsh waters. What should we do?"
"I will leave you five thousand soldiers and horses to ensure that no one will rebel." Zhao Ping said with a smile, "Let Zhaojiazhuang set up a few workshops to ensure your financial resources. With the soldiers and horses and financial resources, What else are you worried about?”
"Thank you, little saint. I will dedicate myself to my humble position until my death." When Xi Xing heard this, it turned out that the little saint had thought of everything.
Mu Ashou was the second one to approach Zhao Ping's public house. Behind him was a young lady with beaded hair, whose appearance and age were still similar to Princess Ayi's.
When Cuizhu, Huang Xiaoniu and Qiu Ruoshui saw this, their eyes burst into anger.
Princess Ayi was even more sad, and now she finally realized how Cuizhu treated her.
Although he knew that Zhao Ping had many young ladies around him, when he saw the young lady off in front of him, tears kept rolling in his eyes and almost fell out.
Mu Ashou came here with a little lady behind him, kowtowing desperately on the ground.
After offending Dali, the Hu people also surrendered. Now the only backer is Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhao Ping looked at Mu Ashou kowtowing in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He also wanted to take Lijiang into his arms and establish a centralized system like the Song Dynasty.
But that's where the Han people are concentrated, and Lijiang is almost the indigenous people here, so it doesn't work at all.
Dali was envious and jealous of the centralized power of the Song Dynasty, and had long wanted to learn from it.
The Gao family had attacked Wuman at first, but not only was he defeated, but one of them came out of Qi State.
Therefore, the Dali State was founded for more than two hundred years, but it was more than willing to centralize power in the Song Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping thought, now he can only rely on this chieftain, and then slowly implement the reform of the land.
"Chief Mu, since you are willing to surrender to Zhaojiazhuang, Zhaojiazhuang will not treat you badly and make you the deputy general manager to manage Lijiang Road." Zhao Ping said calmly without stopping Mu Ashou.
When Mu Ashou heard this, he felt a little disappointed. The Hu people promised them that they would be the general manager, but when they arrived at Zhaojiazhuang, they turned out to be the deputy general manager.
However, he did not dare to say it. Instead, he kowtowed and asked, "Thank you, little saint, for the reward. Who is the steward?"
"The general manager is Xi Xing. He turned out to be the chief secretary of the security group and a member of the Song Dynasty." Zhao Ping said with a smile on his lips as he drank tea.
Hearing this, Mu Ashou, who was kowtowing, was overjoyed: "There are not many Han people here in Jiuhe, and there are no people from the Song Dynasty, so they are very welcome."
If it were a military commander, Mu Ashou would still be a little scared.
Now Zhaojiazhuang has sent a scholar, who suits his needs.
Mu Ashou was able to become the chief, which is obviously a very profound degree of Chinese culture.
He knew that many literati in the Song Dynasty were good at reciting poems and writing poems, but it was difficult to govern one party.
Isn't it? When many county magistrates arrived, their eyes were darkened and they didn't know anything. Their power was evaded by their subordinates.
What's more, this place is far away from the Song Dynasty. Xi Xing is just a general manager here. In the end, he, the local emperor, has the final say.
Thinking of this, a sly smile appeared on his face.
"Don't worry, Deputy General Mu. In order to protect Lijiang from the Hu invaders, Zhaojiazhuang has stationed five thousand cavalry here." Zhao Ping didn't know what Mu Ashou was thinking, and he gave a sarcastic smile.
Hearing this, Mu Ashou's eyes almost fell out of his sockets, and he couldn't close his jaw for a long time.
He licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, little saint, for your love. The little saint has thought too well."
Mu Ashou felt very bitter in his heart. The little saint not only arranged for the general manager, but also stationed soldiers and horses. How could you let him, a local emperor, survive?
"Zhaojiazhuang plans to set up several workshops here. Is Deputy General Mu willing to take a share? Zhaojiazhuang can give 10% of the shares to your Mu family." Zhao Ping looked at Mu Ashou and said calmly.
Zhao Ping certainly has his own methods for this kind of indigenous chief.
I just got a slap in the face, and I have to give you a sweet date.
Mu Ashou couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard this.
Compared with the Song Dynasty, their country of Dali was indeed much poorer, with poor mountains and rivers, lack of paddy fields, and no rice.
Fortunately, they raise horses, and this is also a necessary route on the Silk Road, so they can get a source of income.
I have long heard that the reason why Zhaojiazhuang is richest in the world is because of the workshops below.
All the things made in Zhaojiazhuang's workshop are essential items for chiefs like them.
If you don't have these things made by Zhaojiazhuang at home, then you can say that you are a noble.
Now being able to invest in Zhaojiazhuang, the income is good, and it also gives an explanation to the clan members.
Thinking of this, he kowtowed even more vigorously: "Thank you, little sage, I am willing to take a share. There is also a little sage, this little girl, please let her stay. She is also good at playing, playing, chess, calligraphy and painting, and hopes to serve the little sage."
After saying that, he kept kowtowing and banging.
"Deputy General Mu, I already have many young ladies around me, how can I take care of your young lady?" Zhao Ping now has a phobia of young ladies, so how can he be willing to agree.
Mu Ashou still kowtowed and said loudly: "Little saint, when my daughter goes back, she only has three feet of white silk."
Hearing this, the little lady couldn't help crying.
"Forget it, let her stay." Zhao Ping smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to agree in order to reassure Mu Ashou.
Mu Ashou was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to the little lady behind him and said, "Ali, serving the little saint well is the greatest blessing you have gained in your previous life."
Although Ali was also kowtowing just now, she was also secretly looking at Cuizhu, Qiu Ruoshui and the others.
She smiled bitterly in her heart, "I do have this idea, but daddy, you haven't seen that there are so many beauties around the little saint, and there is no daughter."
But he couldn't say this clearly, but fortunately the little saint agreed to let him stay.
Now that the little saint has made a preliminary impression, the rest can only be done slowly.
"My little girl Ali has met the little saint." Thinking of this, after kowtowing, she raised her head and smiled brightly at Zhao Ping.
When Mu Ashou saw this, he was filled with surprises.
He was extremely polite and walked out of the gate backwards.
After Mu Ashou went out, Zhong Hua hurriedly brought in several soldiers from Dali Kingdom.
These soldiers still had swords and arrows on their bodies, their robes were all stained with blood, and there was even blood flowing from their heads.
They were all swaying and looked tired. They could only walk with the support of the security guards.
"Little saint, the Prime Minister of Dali is asking for help." Zhong Hua gasped and raised a letter with blood towards Zhao Ping and said.
