Cuosuo felt that Qiangjiu was indeed an idiot in the officialdom, but he was secretly happy.

"These big nobles in Tubo have been dealt with by the little saints. Didn't they give us little nobles a chance?" Cuosuo replied lightly.

Qiang Jiu still didn't understand, so he scratched his head and asked, "The little saint eliminated the great nobles and the middle nobles. Are you not afraid that we will become great nobles?"

When he thought of the little saint attacking the great nobles, he was shuddered after a long time of hard work.

Instead of working hard to become a middle-class noble or even a great noble, it is better to be a little noble with peace of mind.

"In the future, I may be afraid that there will be no great nobles." Cuosuo shook his head, "The great nobles pose too much threat to the Tubo court. The little saint finally eliminated the great nobles. How could he feel assured to make us become great nobles?"

"Since the path of the great nobles has been cut off, then Pazhuo is impatient to worship the little saint, why is it for?" Qiang Jiu felt that his mind was even less than enough and he became more and more confused.

This person thought the question too simply. Cuosuo shook his head and said, "Didn't there be many officials in the Song Dynasty?"

"Cuosuo means that Pazhuo admires the little saint so much, just because he wants to get a job in the Tubo court in the future?" Qiang Jiu suddenly realized and asked embarrassedly.

Cuosuo nodded: "If he didn't want to enter the Tubo officialdom, why should he be so active?"

"Chaba really makes sense. Tengu eats shit and really wants to run to the front. No, I can't say that. Tengu wants to bite the bones and rush to run to the front." Qiangba looked down on Pazhuo a little and changed his statement.

Tso nodded and smiled slightly: "That's what it means. Before the little saint threw down his bones, Pazhuo was impatient to pounce on him."

"What should we do?" Qiang Jiu felt a little embarrassed, "What if the security officer asked us?"

In fact, the two were still far away from Xu Hong, and Xu Hong just wanted to ask them, but they couldn't come here for the moment.

Qiang Jiu said this, obviously he was too impatient to be an official.

Cuosuo shook his head and thought to himself that the official addiction is indeed harmful.

In fact, if you are strong for a long time, you are not the same.

He was a little ashamed of his thoughts, but he soon realized that it was normal to have this idea.

Isn't it? Didn't the Han people say: "People fight for one breath and receive a stick of incense."

"The Buddha fought for a pillar of incense," Tso said unknowingly, "Of course, how can we be overwhelmed by Pador?"

"That's right, this is the best opportunity for our little nobles." Qiangjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and he thought Chosou disagreed.

If Cuosuo disagreed and went up rashly, wouldn't he be ridiculed by him?

Now that I have this meaning, it’s easy to deal with.

Qiangjiu hopes that Cuosuo worships the little saint and has another meaning.

His officialdom is far inferior to Cuosuo. If he enters the officialdom in the future, he hopes to get Cuosuo's help.

Qiangjiu had been observing him, and when he saw Tso's eyes retracted from Jeb.

He thought for a while, suddenly his face was pale and his body trembled, "Can Jeb be the target of the little saint attack?"

"The little saint has not targeted Jeb yet. This can only be said to have hit Jeb himself." Tso shook his head and laughed at him a little. "He killed too many people, but he turned around after killing Langsheng. He actually hit Chaba's head and was reported by Chaba. But he himself was unwilling to prove himself by making magic weapons. In the words of the Han people, if he walks too long at night, he will hit ghosts."

"It's true. This person should avoid the limelight. He thought that no one was in charge of it before and did not expect it to hit the knife." Qiang Jiu nodded and agreed with Cuosuo's statement.
Chapter completed!