Qiang Jiu is indeed not a material for the officialdom, and he can't see the situation clearly.

"Jeb is a man who is greedy for life and fears death, and is afraid that he will not be able to do what he wants." Tso looked at Jeb coldly again, "because he was angry with the public."

"Public anger, he just killed two children of Chaba, why did he commit public anger again?" Qiang Jiu scratched his head, but he didn't understand for a moment.

As expected, he was an idiot in the officialdom. While thinking about it, Cuosuo replied: "He used to kill the children of Langsheng, and there was no threat to Chaba. But he committed a big taboo and actually attacked Chaba. Didn't he have a public anger?"

"This is just Baba's anger, why is it considered public anger?" Qiang Jiu still didn't understand for a moment.

Cuosuo seemed to not know Qiangjiu, which made Qiangjiu feel embarrassed.

Cuosuo sighed and explained patiently: "Chaba accounts for more than 70% of the entire Tubo, isn't it a public anger?"

"I thought I was angry with the nobles, but I didn't expect that Chaba would account for 70%. " Qianjiu thought for a while, and finally smiled bitterly, with sneering in his eyes, "Although there are many people, no matter how many people are, Chaba is."

Just as Chaba looked down on Langsheng, the nobles looked down on Chaba even more.

In the eyes of the nobles, Chaba is just a group of lowly people with names.

"I know you look down on Chaba," Choso continued to say patiently, "Although Chaba does not have much wealth, they are many people after all, and they are civilians. Jeb has regarded Chaba as Langsheng when he killed Chaba's children. Didn't he commit public anger?"

Qiang Jiu thought about it, and finally realized: "Chaba thought it was higher than Langsheng. Now that Jeb killed Chaba's children, Chaba thought that Jeb had regarded them as Langsheng, so he hated people very much. Yes?"

"That is, if Jeb only killed Langsheng's children, the little saint would have no way to deal with him. Now he would be seeking death when he attacked the children of Chaba." Tso shook his head, looked at Jeb, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Qiangjiu looked at the sky, felt a little anxious, and frowned: "Cuosuo, it's been half the time now, I wonder if it's time to go?"

"I didn't expect this. Today, so many believers changed their doors and changed their courts, so the security team did not expect it." Tsosuo looked at the sound-transmitting instruments in Xu Hong's hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Qiang Jiu looked at the sky again, sighed, and said to himself: "This opportunity is rare today, and there may be no such opportunity in the future."

Cuosuo smiled bitterly again. Qiangjiu was indeed an official fan and could not wait.

Thinking of this, Cuosuo couldn't help laughing at himself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the officers of the security regiment to see if they could think of a way.

Even though they were willing, if they were impatient to run up and worship the statue of the little saint, it would be too much of the faces of the nobles.

Chaba could line up the wheels to worship the little saints, which the nobles could not do.

Although they are a group of inconsistent little nobles, they are nobles.

The nobles and Chaba are already two completely different classes.

Except for a few Chabas who have their own land, most Chabasai rents aristocratic land to make a living.

From this perspective, the nobles were almost the masters of Chaba.

Even if there is land in Chaba, its land is an extremely barren land that the nobles despise.

Although the nobles rented wealthy land to Chaba, the rent collected was extremely high, up to 70%.

The nobles not only treated Chaba like this, but also had even more powerful tricks.

They put usury on Chaba, with a large amount of usury as high as 40%, while a small amount of usury is as high as three or four times.

It can be said that under the deprivation of the nobles, Chaba had almost no hope of turning around.

It is precisely because of this that the nobles looked down on Chaba at all.

Although the nobles looked down on Chaba, Xu Hong was different.

Xu Hong felt very accomplished. With his help, so many Lamaists changed their careers and believed in the little saints.

He had completed the faith rituals of hundreds of believers, but he found that his throat was sore that he could not speak.

Now he would rather fight than persuade these believers.

Although his throat was really uncomfortable, he was extremely happy.

He defeated Jeb and asked the Lamaists to change their careers, which was in full view of everyone.

He made such great contributions and was a matter of course to be promoted to chief clerk.

But now he found that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to speak, and he couldn't help but look at Xiong Hu and Zhao Xiaodong.

After all, there are thousands of believers, so how can Xu Hong allow all believers to complete the worship ceremony at once?

The achievements are naturally not Xu Hong, and the two of their superiors have also made achievements.

Although the two commanders have made achievements, what about the other commanders? They should also share their achievements.

Seeing Xu Hong turn one Lamaist believers after another into believers of the little saints, if they are not jealous, that must be fake.

We won’t compete with you for the first merit, but if you eat meat in big mouthfuls, you will always leave us with soup.

Thinking of this, these sergeants looked at Xiong Hu and Zhao Xiaodong, with their eyes full of pleading.

Xiong Hu looked at everyone's gaze, nodded, and said to Zhao Xiaodong: "Ziqiang (Zhao Xiaodong's name), it's getting late, and Zitao (Xu Hong's name) obviously cannot complete it alone, so he has to think of a way."

Although he is a chief clerk, he also needs to discuss with another deputy. This is the tradition of the security team.

After all, it is winter, and the sun has set to the west, and it is already very late in the afternoon.

"Zi Biao, it's already half past Shen Shi (nearly four o'clock in the afternoon). I should really think of a way." Zhao Xiaodong looked at the sky and nodded and said to Xiong Hu.

"Let others take the statue of the little saint to speed up the career change." Xiong Hu issued an order after seeking Zhao Xiaodong's advice.

This is a rare opportunity to change the door and change the courts of thousands of Lama believers.

The little saint has a very high prestige in Chengdu, Changzhou, Xixian and other places. He is also a disciple of gods. He already has many new words and temples in Chengdu Prefecture, Jiading, Longzhou and Xixian.

Some businessmen saw business opportunities, so they made large statues of small saints in the temple into small statues, and someone actually bought them.

The first thing to buy is the merchant. They think that the little saint is the God of Shang, otherwise why did Zhaojiazhuang become the number one farm in the world in just half a year?

The reason they bought the statue of the little saint is very simple, and they hope that they will be as lucky as the little saint.

Although the little saint has a very high status among merchants, this may not be a good thing. After all, merchants are stinking.

Fortunately, when the literati heard that the merchants abused the little saints so much, they immediately stood up to refute.

They recited the works of the little saint, saying that the reason why the little saint is a little saint is that his literary reputation is the world, and even the Khan of the Hu people is famous.

Not only that, the little saint also became the chief clerk of Chengdu Prefecture as a boy and a Jinshi, creating the history of the Han people.

The merchants bought statues of the little saints, and the literati were not willing to fall behind.

Many literati also bought statues of little saints at home, hoping that they would be a Jinshi as soon as possible and become a famous literati in the world as soon as possible.

Even if you fail, will you have hope for the next generation to share the literary spirit of the little saint?

As literati and businessmen were like this, the security team soldiers were naturally affected.

The little saint is not only a literati, but also a martial god.

Isn't it? The security group and the Sichuan Army founded by the little saint have never been defeated and have fought many times to make the Hu people fall into trouble.

Compared with shopping malls and literati, the battlefield risks are extremely high.

Maybe you are alive today, and tomorrow you will be a dead body.

What to do? I hope someone will bless you.

Which one is best to bless is naturally the little saint.

The soldiers of the security team fought with the Hu people for a long time. Some soldiers hoped that the little saint could protect themselves, so many of them bought statues of the little saint.

The security team came to Tubo from Xixian County, but was far away from their hometown and thousands of miles away.

Thinking of the statue of the little saint being able to bless me, almost everyone brought the statue of the little saint.

Zhao Xiaodong had already had this idea, and he was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately ordered.

Ask your subordinates to take out the statue of the little saint and accept the worship of believers.

Jiang Bai Jiacuo and Sangji Yixi are Chinese nobles, and they each have one hundred soldiers.

Although they each had 100 soldiers, they did not bring them all out.

They left half of them at home and came here with half of their troops.

However, only infantry stayed at home, and all the ones that came out this time were cavalry.

The two of them were outside with a hundred soldiers and saw the security team escorting the lama.

Seeing that the security team had only fifty people and they had 100 soldiers, they couldn't help but think about the idea of ​​the lama saving it from the security team.

When the two saw dozens of Tubo cavalry behind the lama, they were even more happy.

Sangji Yixi said to Jiang Bai Jiacuo: "We have hundreds of soldiers and dozens of Tubo cavalry, is it even more problematic to defeat the security regiment."

"I heard that the security team defeated the right prime minister's troops. You and me are not their opponents." Jiang Bai Jiacuo shook his head.

Seeing Jiang Bai Jiacuo's expression, Sangji Yixi looked down on him a little.

"No matter how powerful the security team is, they are Han people after all. There is a saying in the Han people that a strong dragon cannot defeat the local snake." He shook his head and said, "Besides, they don't have many soldiers, and they heard that they can only gain a foothold here for the time being because Tubo is not united. If we defeat the security team and break the invincible myth of the security team, then when the Tubo nobles all over the country attack the security team together, the security team will be driven away in shame."

Hearing this, Jiang Bai Jiacuo was a little moved.

He hesitated for a while, but still shook his head: "The risk is too high, the security team is not an ant, you can just step on it."

"Where did the great nobles come from? They are not yet fought. As long as you and I defeat the security team, the great nobles will definitely have hope." Sangji Yixi looked at Jiang Bai Jiacuo with disdain and laughed at him.
To be continued...