"Clear the king's side, what clear the king's side?" Shuangtong Jobba and others looked at it, puzzled for a moment.

Gala looked at the double-held Jobba people and found that he was not in the officialdom and did not understand the way of the officialdom.

He said lightly: "Clearing the king's side means clearing the villains around the king."

"King, is it Zanpu talking about Zanpu? But Zanpu is next to him, Li Yang, the left prime minister. He is very honest at the moment and has no news." Shuangtong Jobba shook his head, but still didn't understand.

Gala felt that the double-held Jomba was too simple, as simple as a piece of white paper.

He shook his head: "Li Yangkong is in the name of a left prime minister. He has no soldiers and horses under his command, and there is no threat to us. Why do you need to eliminate him?"

"Could it be?" Shuangma Qianba's eyes widened wider and wider, and finally became incredible. "Is it the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State Administration of the State of the State of the State of the State of the State of the

"It is precisely because their governor's government poses too great a threat to us. It can be said that it has threatened our life and death. If we don't clear them, which one will we remove?" Garo showed a cruel expression on his face, and his right hand made a slashing posture.

The double-wife Jomba looked extremely ugly at this time and shook her head: "Dharma King, this is not a purgatory of the king, but a rebellion."

"Who said we rebel? We are clearing the villains around Zamp." Gala looked at the double-wielding Jobba and said in a deep voice in an unquestionable tone.

Shuangtong Qiangba thought for a while, sighed heavily, shook his head and said, "Dharma King, haven't you seen it today? Qingtang City is already a Han Chinese world, how can you rebel?"

"Those who gain the experience of others will win the world. Judging from today's trend, Qingtang will sooner or later belong to this Han Manjushri Bodhisattva." Laga, who had not spoken, shook his head and smiled bitterly at this time.

"Human hearts, what kind of people's hearts?" Hearing the two of them say this, Gala was anxious, looked at them coldly, and said loudly: "There are only a few people in Qingtang City, only more than 30,000 people, and how many people in Qingtang are in total, millions. What kind of people's hearts do the Han people get and what the world do they get?"

Afterwards, his tone became more and more severe and more disdainful.

Hearing this, the great nobles Chi Lie (Secretary of the Ministry of War), Qiang Jiu (Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue), and Cuo Suo (Secretary of the Ministry of Works) fell into deep thought.

This hall is extremely large. Although it covers an area of ​​one acre, it is supported by eight stone pillars, and there are also floors on the upper floor.

If the hall is big, it will naturally affect the lighting.

As a reception hall, if there is no light, there will naturally be no guests. Which guest likes dark corners?

So construction craftsmen came up with many ways to solve the light problem.

There is a patio in the middle of the entire villa, allowing light to fall from the sky.

Secondly, the hall is not a square, but a rectangular shape.

Third, there are small windows on both sides, allowing light to transmit from both sides.

Gala was deeply influenced by Han culture, and this villa fully reflects the characteristics of the combination of Tubo and Han culture.

The fear on the face of Shuangzheng Qiangba still existed, and suddenly came up with a solution: "The Han people are really powerful. They use joining the Zhaojiazhuang workshop as bait and demand to believe in Manjushri Bodhisattva. We should also learn this trick, otherwise there will be no believers in the temple and you will not have any Chaba."

"Zhaojiazhuang relies entirely on strength to attract those believers to believe in what they call Manjushri Bodhisattva." At this time, Raga nodded and looked back at the others, "Can we give it a try?"

The great nobleman Chi Lie is the Minister of War, about 60 years old, with half white hair and a lot of wrinkles on his face, but he is in good spirits.

He thought about it and finally sighed: "This is difficult. These troublemakers are fattened by Zhaojiazhuang's appetite. If there is less, there is no effect. If there is more, we can't love you."

Qiangjiu is the Minister of Revenue, with about fifty years old and half of his hair white. When he heard this, he put down the butter tea cup.

"If you want to compare with Zhaojiazhuang, you must not win, but at least you must be equal. I calculated that I would earn at least 60% less, and how much is left, and I can only earn 10% of the income." Qiang Jiu also thought about it and couldn't help but say.

After saying that, he looked at Cuoso, the Minister of Works.

Cuosuo was about his early fifties and had gray hair.

"Only 10%?" Tso suddenly jumped up, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. "10% will it take for us nobles to drink the northwest wind? It is difficult to support our families, let alone raise soldiers and respect the temple."

Chi Lie shook his head: "This is to let us cut our flesh unless we don't have land rent. If there is no land rent, how can we live a luxurious life and how can we support our soldiers? Without army, wouldn't we become fish and meat that can be slaughtered?"

"We respect your temples, at least 10% every year, and give you the last 10% of the total. Would we let our whole family and soldiers drink the northwest wind?" Qiang Jiu looked at the double-held Jomba with a mocking expression on his face.

The nobles and the Lamaism depend on each other and help each other.

The nobles provided wealth for the Lama religion, while the Lama religion anesthetized the nobles and the Langsheng.

What is this anesthetic? It is the missionary to eliminate the sins of the past life in this life and to eliminate good luck in the next life.

After hearing all the monks who have attained enlightenment preached this, Chaba and Langsheng finally understood why their fate was so painful in this life. It was because they had a serious sin in their previous life. Only in this life can they be eliminated and they hoped to be born in a good fetus in the next life.

The lamas in the temple now certainly hope that the nobles would make concessions, but now it seems that no nobles are willing to make concessions.

Last time, in order to let believers come to the State Administration to cheer for them, Gala had already made the nobles give up 10% and bleed a lot.

Now, the lama asks them to give in 60% of the profits. Wouldn’t this take their lives?

Gala did not expect that these nobles would not agree at all, and couldn't help but smile bitterly with the double-wife Jomba.

People are like this. When things are not related, they always like to stand on the moral high ground, give guidance, and inspire words.

But when it is related to your own benefit, you can't bear to let go of it, and you can't bear to let it go.

Gala looked at the great nobles at the scene and smiled coldly: "Dear donors, I wonder if you can see that the Han people not only targeted the Lamaism this time, but you nobles did not escape either."

Although they are all upper-class people in Tubo, they are actually divided into two factions.

One sect is the Lama sect led by Gala, the Shuangjiu Ba in Beizhao Temple, the Tudeng in the Great Buddha Temple, the Tudeng in the Princess Wencheng Temple, etc.

Another faction was led by Laga, with nobles such as Qiangjiu, Cuoso, Chili.

All the nobles couldn't help but look at Laga, among the nobles, he was the most powerful.

In the reception hall, Gala and Laga's case are arranged side by side, both above.

The decorations on both sides are very distinctive, one is a khenpo and the other is a noble.

However, because Gala has the highest status, he is the Dharma King, the Right Prime Minister or the Great Noble, he sits on the left.

He sat on the left, and the khenpos also sat on the left, vaguely gaining the upper hand.

Seeing the gazes from the nobles, Raga knew that he had to take action.

"Dharma King, it seems that the Han people did not target the nobles this time." Raga clasped his hands and said to Gala with a smile.

Seeing Raja pretending to be deaf and dumb, Gala smiled faintly: "The Han people are targeting Lamaism this time, but they are actually targeting you. Now, Chaba from Qingtang City almost believes in the Manjushri Bodhisattva of the Han people and joins the Zhaojiazhuang workshop to do things. Lao Na was thinking, if you don't Chaiba come to farm the open space for you next year, will you be able to farm yourself?"

"Dharma King, we have reduced the land rent by 10% in accordance with your order. You should know that the land rent outside Qingtang City is still 70% in total. I don't believe that those kids are unwilling to come here to rent land. What's more, we are next to Qingtang City, and I don't believe that other remote places don't come here." Laga smiled coldly in his heart, and his face was filled with smiles.

Didn’t you ask our noble land rent to be 10% less? We just happened to do our business if you said you.

He returned it directly in Gala's words, and wanted us to charge forward, but there was no way!

Hearing this, all the nobles couldn't help but smile and cast admiring eyes at Laga.

Gala did not expect Laga to be so cunning, as slippery as a fish loach.

He took another sip of the drunk spring breeze and tried to wake himself up.

He put down the teacup and said lightly: "Dear donors, your land is close to Qingtang City. As the capital of Qingtang, Qingtang City is strong and high in the city, don't forget that there is a workshop in Zhaojiazhuang here. Even if Chaba comes here to farm, how long can they grow? I believe that as long as he hears that Zhaojiazhuang offers such a high salary, who is willing to farm for you noble nobles."

Gala's speech was still plain at first, but everyone knew the mockery of his tone afterwards.

Laga and the other nobles looked at each other and fell into deep thought together.

"Now the lama and the nobles have become ants on the same rope, and no one can leave it behind. Now the Han people are aggressive, whether they are lamas or nobles, they should unite in order to survive with each other. Without lamas, no matter how much land you are, who is willing to accept 70% of your land rent. You must know that the highest level of the Song Dynasty is only 50%, and some are even only 30%." Garo saw their nobles thinking and took advantage of the situation to be confused.

"The Dharma King, I know these principles. But the Song Dynasty was the Song Dynasty, and Tubo was the Tubo. 70% of the Tubo had a history of hundreds of years, and the Chaba people had already gotten used to it." As a representative of the nobles, Laga certainly had to speak for the nobles.

"Habits, that's the past." Garo smiled coldly, "Now that the Han people are here, do you think they are still the same as before, and strong dragons cannot defeat local snakes?"

When Raga heard this, he looked down on him even more.

He is more skillful than anyone here, but he is the one who rejects the Han people the most.

But he was not that easy to say. He glanced at the seat and said lightly: "These kids do not have yaks or horses. They are wandering around the mountains all day long. How could they know that something big happened in Qingtang City?"

When all the nobles heard this, they couldn't help but look at him with admiration, and they really had extraordinary insights.

"Chaba doesn't have much knowledge, Lao Na admits this. But think about it, although Chaba will not come to Qingtang City without any trouble, what about their relatives and friends? As long as one person leaks the news, it will spread everywhere. The so-called good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles away. This is the reason." Gala said patiently, and afterwards, he couldn't help but quote the words of the Han people.

Laga smiled coldly: "Then we will block the news. If we deliver the news, we will kill you."

After saying that, he made a knife shape with his right hand and slashed hard.

"Block down, blockade." Garo laughed, and later turned into a sneer, "How many people do you have? How many people are there in Chaba? Can they stop them from being ten times more than you plus the warriors? You know, paper cannot cover the fire."

Later, he unknowingly quoted the vocabulary of the Han people.

Laga looked at each other with other nobles, and saw those nobles looking at him, meaning that he would take the initiative.

Laga couldn't help but smile bitterly and bowed to Gala: "Please make it clear to the Dharma King!"

"Where is there any way out?" Garo made a slashing down with his right hand, "The Han Dynasty forced the Fan to rebel and clear the king's side."

"Clear the Lord?" Laga smiled bitterly again, shook his head, and sighed heavily, "Brother and ten thousand people, what's going on now? I've just reported to the King of Hell."

He originally wanted to say, don’t you have a thousand heavy cavalry, but you still lost the battle.

Of course, Gala knew that they were concerned about it, and even more so that his heavy cavalry had also been defeated, but he could not discourage them.

"The Han people are powerful, Lao Ne admits this, but there are only two thousand soldiers in Qingtang City." Garo smiled contemptuously and replied heavily.

Laga shook his head and looked at Gala: "Dharma King, there are only two thousand Han people, but they still have brothers and ten thousand surrendered soldiers, this is a cavalry."

"There are indeed ten thousand cavalrymen of Brother Ji, but why have they never seen them use them?" Gala looked disdainful in his eyes, "What does it mean? It means that these ten thousand surrendered soldiers are not the same as the Han people, and they are waiting and watching. At that time, we raise our troops and Lao Ne writes a letter and asks them to cooperate with each other. Wouldn't it be a big deal?"

"Dharma King, but Qingtang City is strong and the walls are high, and the Han people are powerful. We have insufficient troops. I really want to do so, but there is still no chance of winning." Laga shook his head.

"There are not enough troops and horses. The entire Qingtang has a population of one million. It is not a problem to pull out a 100,000 army. With this 100,000 army, why worry about the big thing not being done?" Garo couldn't help laughing when he said this.

Laga nodded, but suddenly frowned and was still worried: "If the Han people took out the manjushri Bodhisattva's trick again, what should we do?"

"The Manjushri Bodhisattva's set is backed by the strength of Zhaojiazhuang, but Zhaojiazhuang cannot do millions of people in his workshop. So Zhaojiazhuang's strength determines that it cannot eat these millions of Tubo people." At this point, Gala's tone was full of passion.

Laga and the nobles looked at each other and saw them nodding.

He stood up at this time, stretched out his right hand, waved it hard, and said loudly: "The Dharma King is right, the Han Dynasty forced the Fan to rebel, and clear the emperor's side."

"The Han Dynasty forced the rebellion to rebel, and the emperor was cleared." The nobles below also stretched out their right hand and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!