Zhao Yang did not expect that they had such an idea, and couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

He thought about it carefully, but when he thought of these slaves who had just been saved, except for the king, they were all serfs, so he naturally did not understand how the workshop did things.

He said lightly: "Old man, most of the people who work in Zhaojiazhuang workshop are like you, are farmers."

"General, Zhaojiazhuang, isn't it just a small farm? What workshop is there?" Liu Decheng thought about it, but still frowned and asked in confusion.

It turns out that it was a slave who had just been rescued and regarded Zhaojiazhuang as a small farm in the mainland, which was normal.

"There are many workshops in Zhaojiazhuang, and everything is popular all over the world. Not only in the Song Dynasty, but also in Dali, even the Hu people in Tubo cannot leave. Some of these things can be used in the future, and most of the Tubo nobles cannot leave." Zhao Yang said proudly.

But Liu Decheng is not so easy to pass on, and he still doesn't have a skeptical look: "General, what are the things that are there? The villain is like falling into mist."

"Old man, you know that we defeated the Tubo army and relied on the weapons of Zhaojiazhuang." Sure enough, no rabbits were seen and the eagles were released. Zhao Yang patiently explained, "These weapons can only be made by Zhaojiazhuang, but no other place in the world can be made."

"General, it turns out that the weapons made by Zhaojiazhuang are so powerful." Liu Decheng laughed, but it soon faded again. "But we only know how to farm and can't make weapons at all."

Zhao Yang bowed and said to Liu Decheng: "Old man, this is okay. Zhaojiazhuang not only produces high-end things such as weapons, but also purchases by fairy furnaces and fairy charcoals by ordinary people. You can participate in the production of these things."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, the little saint. Thank you, Zhaojiazhuang." After Liu Decheng kowtowed to thank you, he looked at them with many boys and tried to ask, "What should they do for these boys of the little people?"

He knew that many boys from the Song Dynasty went to school, so he did not dare to ask directly, but just asked indirectly.

"This old man is even more at ease. They all have to go to school. Zhaojiazhuang has free schools and free lunch at noon." Zhao Yang didn't know what they thought and said patiently.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, little saint, thank you, Zhaojiazhuang." Liu Decheng kowtowed his head to thank you again. After looking at Zhao Yang, he continued to ask intently: "General, it seems that you should be the soldiers of Zhaojiazhuang, but how many soldiers are there in Zhaojiazhuang?"

After all, they are slaves, and have been slaves for generations, and they are extremely eager for the powerful Han soldiers.

There was a time when the Song Dynasty captured Qingtang City and renamed it Xining, which had a strong sense of the Tang Dynasty.

But the good times did not last long. The Song Dynasty was defeated by the Jin Kingdom. These Han people lost the protection of the Song Dynasty and gradually became slaves.

They did not want the Han people in front of them to be not strong enough, so that they would become slaves to the Tubo nobles again.

After all, the Jin Kingdom defeated the Song Dynasty and the Hu people defeated the Jin Kingdom, which made them feel completely unsure.

Zhao Yang continued patiently: "Old man, you can rest assured that the security team is just a soldier in Zhaojiazhuang."

Hearing this, all the rescued slaves were stunned. They thought Zhaojiazhuang was just a small village, and they did not expect that Zhaojiazhuang would be powerful.

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But he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Old man, the little saint is a minister of the Song Dynasty, so you must not say this randomly."

"The ministers of the Song Dynasty, the ministers of the Song Dynasty. The villains were born in Tubo, grew up in Tubo, and grew older in Tubo. The villains became slaves in Tubo, and had never heard of the emperor of the Song Dynasty." Liu Decheng gritted his teeth and seemed extremely indignant and determined.

When he heard the old man Liu Decheng speak so firmly, it seemed that he not only did not know the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, but he had never heard of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.

But the Song Dynasty and the others have heard of it. Don’t you know that there are emperors in the Song Dynasty?

Zhao Yang and Xiong Humali looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Maybe he knew that there was the Emperor of Song Dynasty, but this emperor never thought that the Tubo Han people lived so miserably and were slaves to the Tubo people.

Since this emperor did not expect that they were Han slaves and could not save them, of course, how could they expect that he was the emperor of the Song Dynasty?

The little saint rescued them from slaves, so naturally he would support the little saint as the emperor.

The other newly rescued slaves also said, "That's right, the little people have never heard of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. We want the little saints to be emperors."

"That is, if the little saint does not become the emperor, the little people would rather die than agree." Liu Decheng said passionately while kowtowing his head.

The other rescued slaves kowtowed their heads and shouted loudly: "If the little saint does not become the emperor, the little people would rather die than agree."

When Zhao Yang and others heard this, they were all shocked.

They were already crazy about the little saints, and they did not expect that the people in front of them would become even more crazy, as if the little saints would not be the emperor, so they would not be able to survive.

Zhao Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly and looked at Xiong Humali and others.

"General, this is not difficult to understand. The slaves they were originally slaughtered by others. The little saint not only rescued them from the nobles, but also cured them of diseases and arranged work and school. Of course, they would support the little saints to be emperors." Xiong Hu looked at these rescued fanatical slaves, thought for a while, and expressed his own opinions.

Ma Li nodded and reminded Zhao Yang: "General, these are sick and rely entirely on spirit to support them. If they are not treated in time, there is a very likely problem, especially the fifty-year-old man."

"All good-minded guys are grateful. Let me tell you a message. Although the little saint is not an emperor in Tubo, he is a governor." Zhao Yang hurried out and said to these slaves who were rescued.

Liu Decheng stopped kowtowing, and when he heard this, he suddenly lifted and looked at Zhao Yang.

He asked in confusion: "General, what is a ruling country?"

"The regent is actually similar to the emperor." Zhao Yang knew that these slaves were extremely fanatical, so he simply said this.

When Ma Li heard this, he was stunned. Although the regent is similar to the emperor, he will still return the court sooner or later.

Liu Decheng and others were overjoyed when they heard this and shouted loudly: "Long live the little saint, long live the little saint."

Zhao Yang and the others smiled bitterly. It turned out that they had already regarded the little saint as the emperor, otherwise how could the word "Long Live" be able to express it?

If the little saints do not supervise the country or become emperors, they will feel insecure at all when they rescue Han slaves from the nobles.

If there was no security team to protect them, they would sooner or later become Tubo slaves.

Thinking of this, Xiong Hu felt heavy in his heart.

These rescued Han slaves had no idea that they could only be reincarnated for a while.

When Tubo Zanpu grew up, the little saint had to return the government to Zanpu.

If the Tubo people were Zanpu, what should these Han people do?

When the Tubo people psalmed, that is, when the Han people fell.

This is a dilemma. If the Han people want to have status, the little saints must be in power forever, or simply become emperors.

But this is Tubo, and the Tubo people account for the vast majority.

"General, the little saint is the only hope for these rescued Han slaves." Xiong Hu reminded Zhao Yang, "If the little saint did not become emperor, these Tubo Han people are very likely to return to their slave positions."

Hearing this, Zhao Yang and Ma Li glanced at Xiong Hu, smiled bitterly, and fell into deep thought.

But after all, it was just a general in Qingtang City, the security team, so he could only react to the situation and let the special envoy or the little saint consider it.

When it was dark, Zhao Yang and the others who were wearing torches finally returned to the Jianguo Mansion.

What surprised them was that Zhang Zhengshi Sword Bochan Bugala and Left Prime Minister Raga did not leave and were still waiting here.
Chapter completed!