Song Yu looked at the people around him with a wry smile.

"Because I, Zampo, have a good example, you didn't expect it at all."

Hu Liang, Pu Da and Meng Lang looked at each other, all of which looked disbelief.

Although the little saint is not the king of a country, he can be said to be rich enough to rival a country.

Although Tubo is a little poor, there is still green salt.

This is not ordinary salt, but the most famous salt in the world.

Before the little saint's snow salt was invented, it was the best salt in the world.

"Zanpu, isn't Tubo the best green salt in the world?" Meng Lang was the Minister of War of the Kingdom of Israel. He couldn't help but ask, "Dare you ask Zanpu, what's going on?"

"Because Gu, Zanpu, is the descendant of Yu Sila, they have to serve me in name. However, compared with many ministers such as Dalun and Marshal, Gu is not as strong as them. Not only do they have hundreds of slaves under their command, they also control most of the salt farms." Song Yu took a sip of mung bean soup fed by Chanbu and continued to smile bitterly.

Meng Lang thought about it and asked carefully: "How many slaves are there in Zanpu and how many salt mountains are there."

"There are only dozens of slaves, and the salt mountain is less than 10% of the big speech." Song Yu first smiled bitterly, and then answered frankly.

Xu Te and Chen Hua looked at each other, and Chen Hua couldn't help but speak: "Zanpu, it seems that it is really a name for itself. This is really a weak branch. It is exactly the opposite of the Song Dynasty, and it is completely reversed."

"That's true. In this case, Gu had to fight to protect himself. He had to recruit soldiers and horses." Songyu looked at Hu Liang and Puda with apologies, "But where did the money come from, so he had to suppress foreign merchants and prices in the name of Zanpu."

Hu Liang, Pu Da and Meng Lang looked at each other and felt relieved.

The three of them looked at Song Yu, who was sitting on the bed, and they felt extremely conflicted.

It is absolutely impossible to say that the three of them do not hate Zamp.

But from Song Yu's standpoint, he faced such a bad court, what other ways would he do besides trying hard to protect himself?

After Song Yu finished speaking, he also looked at the expressions of the three of them. Seeing that they were in a state of uncertainty, he didn't know what they were thinking.

He forced himself to endure the chest pain and bowed to Puda, Hu Liang and Meng Lang. "In the past, Xiao Wang offended many people, so please forgive me."

"Zanpu, foreign ministers dare not." The three of them hurriedly let go and salute together.

Although Zamp's past practices were very uncomfortable, after hearing his explanation, he gained his Daoqian and felt a little more balanced.

"Zamp," Meng Lang couldn't believe it at all: "As the king of a country, has he actually fallen to this point?"

"Tubo is no longer the Tubo in the past, and the whole Tubo is divided into pieces." Song Yu's face was full of bitter smiles. "Qingtang, a small Tubo kingdom, was once destroyed. It has just been restored to the country for a short time. Its foundation is so weak that it almost started from poverty."

"Tubo is also restored, and the Kingdom of Israel is also restored." Meng Lang seemed to have found a common topic and felt deeply. "The reason why the Kingdom of Israel was restored is because we, these Zhuhu people, are like children without parents. I dare to ask Zanpu, why is Tubo restored his country for?"

After saying that, Meng Lang and the other two looked at Song Yu together.

In fact, not only the three kingdoms of Israel were asking, but Xu Te, Chen Hua and Yun Shuchen were also very interested and looked at Song Yu together.

"This is also forced." Song Yu's eyes shining brightly, as if he was recalling the past, "It should be almost the same. The Hu people came to the door. If the country was not restored, it would be a mess of sand and would be easily defeated by the Hu people."

"Zanpu, foreign ministers want to know which proposal was to restore the country at that time?" This is very important, and the person who proposed to have a very high status and status.

Song Yu smiled bitterly: "It is the noble chieftains such as Dalunge and Marshal Laga."

"Zamp, this Gala did not even propose to restore the country?" Meng Lang felt a little strange.

Song Yu looked at Meng Lang and thought to himself that this person was indeed a businessman and had no official vision.

However, he still needs to explain: "Didn't the great lama Babasi already surrender to the Hu people on behalf of the entire Tubo? Gala is also a great lama, so he naturally has to be consistent with Babasi."

"Zanpu, the foreign ministers are even more confused. Since they want to be consistent with Babasi, why do they have to stab the court in Qingtang City?" Meng Lang felt that his mind seemed to be filled with a ball of mucus, and he became even more confused.

It turns out that he is a businessman and is not suitable for being in the officialdom. You are still the Minister of War.

If there is such a minister of War in Tubo, I wonder if it is a blessing or a disaster?

After thinking about it, I can only deal with it differently.

If you don’t understand what Benzanpu means and don’t do things according to Benzanpu, that’s a disaster.

If you can understand Benzanpu's meaning and be able to do things according to Benzanpu, that is a blessing.

Song Yu could only think so and dared not say it.

Seeing the security team and the people of the Kingdom of Israel looking at him, he didn't want to make people misunderstand, but he still wanted to explain: "Gala should have two purposes. He wanted to have his own place in Tubo, so he married his daughter to an orphan. In addition, he might also be from Qingtang City arranged by Babas to control."

Although the Han people were called Xining, he believed that this was Qingtang City in Tubo.

"What, the big lama and daughter, the monk is going to get married?" Meng Lang felt even more confused, and his voice suddenly became louder. Later, he felt something was wrong and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Song Yu felt that this person was indeed not suitable for being in the officialdom, so he made a fuss about such a thing.

But thinking that the Kingdom of Israel has just been established, look at these ministers of the Ministry of War, and the ministers of the Ministry of Revenue are all merchants.

It would be normal if the Minister of Commerce was a businessman. I didn’t expect that the Minister of War and the Minister of Revenue were also a businessman.

It still follows the Han people's words: the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

However, he could only buried these words in his heart, looked at Meng Lang, and said lightly: "The great Tubo lamas are divided into two types: monks and lay people. If you become monks, you cannot get married and have children, but if you are at home, you can do so. The status of practicing at home is far inferior to becoming monks and lay people. This is similar to Han monks and lay people."

Speaking of this, he looked at Chen Hua intentionally or unintentionally.

"Reporting to Zanpu, there are still differences." Chen Hua saw Songyu's eyes, thought for a while and felt that he still said, "The Han people are indeed divided into lay Buddhists and monks, but they are still different from Tubo. Tubo calls them all lamas, which is very misunderstood."

"Report to the foreign ministers of Zanpu, who thinks it is the same." Meng Lang agreed with Chen Hua's view, and then changed the topic, "There are foreign ministers who want to understand, which one has greater influence and greater power?"

Song Yu couldn't help but look at Meng Lang carefully, which made Meng Lang feel a little puzzled.

Song Yu felt that his later words were in the question, which was the sensitivity that official people should have.

"Tea, tea." Song Yu was a little dry and hurriedly looked at Chanbu.

Chanbu immediately stepped forward and bowed to Song Yu: "Zanpu, your precious body has not yet recovered and cannot drink tea. You can only use mung bean soup instead of tea."

Songyu is deeply Chinese, so he likes two kinds of tea, one is the drunk spring breeze of Zhaojiazhuang, and the other is the butter tea.

But as a Zamp, he had to drink butter tea.

At the same time, he was influenced by his teacher Li Yang, and his favorite thing was the drunk spring breeze.

After Song Yu drank the spring breeze, he felt that other teas could not be called tea at all.

But he could never say this, he could only keep it silently in his heart.

Hearing Chanbu's words, he forced himself to resist the urge to hit someone in his heart and slowly drank the mung bean soup that Chanbu fed him.

After Song Yu took a few sips of mung bean soup, his mouth felt that his mouth was not that dry.

"The Lama and the nobles, who has more power?" Song Yu thought for a while, "both have power. One is visible power, and the other is invisible power."

"Report to Zanpu, what is visible power and what is invisible power?" Meng Lang became even more confused, as if he was a curious baby.

This person is indeed not a person in the officialdom, and he can't even know about these things.

He sighed in his heart and explained: "The nobles have slaves, salt mountains, and soldiers. This is visible power."

"Zanpu, this is easy to understand, what about the invisible power?" Meng Lang felt even more confused when he heard this, as if a cat was catching it in his heart.

Song Yu looked at him and said lightly: "The lamas have no slaves, no salt mountains, and no soldiers, but they have believers. Except for some nobles, many people in Tubo are their believers."

"Believers, there are many believers in the Song Dynasty. This is normal and nothing is extraordinary." Meng Lang shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief, "This is not very powerful either."

"The Song Dynasty, believers and believers in Tubo are completely different levels." Song Yu looked at Meng Lang and said lightly.

Meng Lang thought for a while and nodded: "Zanpu, the wife of the foreign minister is also a believer. He often goes to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, donates copper coins, and even feeds the golden body to the Buddha statue, which almost transforms half of the foreign minister's property."

Speaking of this, he thought about it. Although he paid attention to the blessing of Bodhisattvas in business, the woman was too prodigal and actually donated almost half of her property to the temple.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Do you think it is so easy to make money for your husband?

Unexpectedly, when he said this, his wife felt that it was her credit for making money.

The reason is very simple. It is because she burns incense every day, donates her merits, and asks the Buddha and Bodhisattva for blessing, so that her family will flourish like this.

Meng Lang thought about it, but finally pinched his nose and admitted that his wife was right.

"Zi Tao, your wife is a devout believer." Song Yu first affirmed Meng Lang, which made Meng Lang stunned.

It’s not that the two are not at the same level, why are you sure that my wife is again?

Song Yu then shook his head: "If you are in Tubo, your wife will not do enough."

"Why aren't you doing enough?" Meng Lang didn't understand at all for a moment.

Song Yu looked at Meng Lang with pity in his eyes: "Your wife should donate all her property."

"What, donate all the property?" Meng Lang couldn't believe his ears, thinking that he had heard it wrong, "Donate all the property, what should the foreign minister eat, what should he use, and what should he use to raise children?"

"No, no," Song Yu nodded, then shook his head: "This is not enough, because your wife is not religious enough."

"Zanpu, what should the foreign minister do?" Meng Lang felt a little confused and also felt curious.

Song Yu looked at him with pity: "That wife should donate your whole family to the temple."

"Zanpu, my wife donated the foreign ministers. Could it be that the foreign ministers will be monks?" Hearing that the wife of the family made the whole family become monks, thinking that the whole family was monks, either big monks or little monks, he couldn't help but chill.

Song Yu shook his head and looked at him with a pity: "No, Zitao, you were wrong."

"Zanpu, it turns out that it is not that the foreign ministers become monks, but the foreign ministers can still continue to do business and continue to support their families." Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief and replied happily.

Song Yu shook his head and said in a compassionate tone: "Your wife should cut off your hands and feet, and cut off your family's hands and feet, so that your wife's sins can be eliminated."

"What, the foreign minister is good, and I am dedicated to the Buddha. How can I let the foreign ministers and their family cut off their hands and feet?" Meng Lang saw Song Yu's eyes, as if he was holding a scimitar and cutting off his hands and feet, and his face was pale.

Song Yu nodded, then shook his head again: "But your wife is not pious enough. She should peel off your whole family's skin and contribute it to the Buddha. Only in this way can she be pious enough to eliminate her sins."

When Meng Lang saw Song Yu's gaze, he felt his neck tightening, as if he had been skinned by his wife.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but retching, hurriedly covering his head, and his body was shaking.

This is too cruel, too bloody, too barbaric, it is indeed a foreign barbarian.

Not only that, but Puda, Chen Hua and others were also very uncomfortable. They all looked pale, either their bodies were shaking or they were retching.

Meng Lang retching for a while, and finally felt very relieved.

"It seems that this invisible power is greater than that of visible power," he thought for a while and asked in confusion: "Then how did the nobles deal with it?"
Chapter completed!