In a tall mansion in Mandalay, there were cups and cups on the dining table in the house. The people sitting around the dining table were all red on their cheeks and smelled of alcohol. It was obvious that they had just passed by some hot drinks here.

"How about it, do you guys agree with my idea?" A short and strong man looked at the other people on the dining table. The other people on the dining table were wandering. Whenever the other person's eyes turned to his side, they turned their heads and did not dare to look at them. Seeing that the others were doing this, the fierce light in the short and strong man's eyes became more and more powerful. Suddenly, he pulled out a dagger from his waist, inserted it into the dining table, and shouted sternly: "Okay or not, tell the truth!"

Everyone at the dinner table was frightened by the sudden actions of the short and strong man. Several people jumped up from their seats in a flash, but saw the fierce light in the eyes of the short and strong man, and said in a slight manner: "Wu Tusan, just say it's up to you, just say it's up to you!"

Tu San sneered, pulled up the dagger from the dining table with his backhand, but his eyes swept towards the few people who had not expressed their opinions. He was playing with the sharp dagger in his hand, as if he would not follow him.

"I don't agree! Not only do I not go, I can't let you go!"

His eyes suddenly gathered across the table, and he saw a slender nobleman in gorgeous clothes sitting opposite him. He was the first nobleman in the Privy Council to support Luo Lin in the morning to allocate land to soldiers. At this time, he was leaning lazily on a chair, as if he had not heard Tu San's words just now, which seemed particularly annoying among the crowd!

Tu San was furious when he heard this, raised his dagger and stepped forward two steps, shouting: "Mangji, I remember that in the Privy Council, you first expressed your support for the land assigned to the soldiers by the Princess Bird Princess, and now you are opposed to our plan. Are you a nobleman?"

"Of course I am a noble!" Maumi sneered, not afraid of the shiny dagger in front of him: "It's just that the head on my neck is not just for food, I don't agree with your crazy plan. Are you crazy when you rushed into the palace and kill the eldest princess?"

"It's not me that I'm crazy, it's that bird princess who are crazy! Infringe on the power of the nobles and share the land with those mud legs. If we do this, the nobles and monks across the country will support us. There is a good friend of my own among the court servants. He owed me a lot of money and agreed to open the door for us on the night he was on duty. At that time, we will support the little king to rule. We are all great heroes!"

"What's the use of them supporting us?" Maonki sneered: "How old is the Regent Princess? What big ideas can you have? How do you know that what Shun Guo people behind today are not what the Shun Guo people say? You can kill her, and those Shun Guo people can have a break with you? Have you forgotten what Meng ended up? He has the support of the British and gave him thousands of rifles and cannons. What do you have? Just dozens of broken guns?"

The room suddenly became quiet, Tu San sat back into the chair, as he was dumbfounded. Mao Ji's words just now hit him in the vital light. As the other party said, if Shunjun supports the eldest princess, his adventure will only have one result, no matter whether it is successful or not.

"Then, what should we do? Are we just staying here and doing nothing, watching the eldest princess share the land we passed down from generation to generation to those mud legs?" A nobleman finally couldn't stand this suppressed silence and asked timidly.

"Haha!" Maumi smiled twice and said, "The eldest princess in the Privy Council today said nothing wrong: 'Silly people always regret past mistakes, while smart people are looking for new opportunities!'. The farmers have escaped from the manor. This is already a fact. Anger and regretting this reality. This is a foolish act!"

"What do you mean? Do you agree with the eldest princess' suggestion and share the land with the farmers?" Tu San, who was beside him, jumped up again, and the dagger in his hand flashed with a cold light.

"Sit down, sit down, can't you listen to me finish what I said?" Mangji waved his arm in annoyance. Tu San, who was originally furious, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw him like this. Mangji sighed and said, "You were sitting next to me in the morning. Do I still support me? Didn't you see it? But there are thousands of mobs in the middle and lower Myanmar rampant in the countryside, and there are two ways in front of us: one admit that they are free, and divide the manor into small pieces, like the surrounding areas of Mandalay and Yangon, and rent them for farmers to plant and collect rent-"

"No! There is a large area of ​​wasteland around my manor. If the farmers are admitted to being free, they will run away. None of them will be left - there is enough wasteland for them to cultivate them anyway!" Tu San refused Maumi's first proposal with a firm response. Most of the industries of these aristocrats in the house are located in remote areas of Myanmar, with sparse populations, unlike Bagan and Mandalay, which are densely populated. Renting the manor to individual farmers also has good benefits, so these people are the most staunch opponents of giving farmers freedom.

Maumi smiled and said, "Then there is only another way left: declare that all farmers who leave their lord's land are not protected by law, and anyone who meets them has the right to arrest them, and if the peasant resists, he has the right to kill them. All those who shelter the fugitive farmers are guilty, and those who escort the fugitive farmers to the original owner can receive rewards!"

"Yes, Wu Maoji, your method will be much more satisfying!"

"Yes, this is the fair law!"

The nobles made a wave of consent and smiled on many people's faces. The most impatient Tusan simply shouted loudly: "Let's just contact other nobles, jointly petition the two Majesties to demand the implementation of this decree! This will definitely get the support of most nobles and monks!"

"Idiot!" A cold voice interrupted the nobles' heated discussion. Everyone turned their heads and was surprised to find that the person who was just talking was Maoji.

"Who do you think is a fool?" Tusan rushed to Maumi's Man and shouted loudly: "The great King Anulido records in the code that the peasant is the property of his master. There is no difference between taking away a noble peasant for no reason and taking away a noble cattle and an elephant. They will be punished the same way!"

"You are not the only one who has learned the Anuludo Code! Tusan! But with a single code, there is no way to let Songchan and the farmers who have hundreds of thousands of farmers return to the noble manor obediently. Without the army to support them, the code is not more powerful than other stacks of papers!" Maumi finally could not bear the other party's stupidity anymore, and he stood up: "To be honest, the reason why I oppose the eldest princess' plan is not because I will lose the manor. According to the eldest princess' plan, I can get money from the farmers to compensate for the manor and population I have lost. Even if the money is not enough to compensate for my losses, it is better than nothing."

"Then why are you with us? You can kneel down in front of the little girl's skirt in the Privy Council this morning. Maybe she will reward you very much!" a nobleman retorted in a sarcastic tone.

"Because if you do this, the whole of Myanmar will become Chinese!" Mangji replied seriously: "If you follow the eldest princess' plan and ask the farmers to pay for themselves and their land, it will take a lot of money. However, these farmers have no money, and the nobles do not have enough cash on hand. The rich are only Chinese, and farmers can only have money to lend money to the nobles. Think about it, can the farmers pay this debt? They will be like bees falling into the spider web. The more they struggle, the more they are entangled by the debt net. In the end, even the farmers themselves and the land will become food for the Chinese. By that time, the whole Myanmar will be completely finished!"

Mao Ji's eloquence silently everyone in the house, and the horrible prospect he described made the nobles shudder. One nobleman asked in a low voice: "Wu Mao Ji, then, what do you think we should do?"

"The nobles and farmers must make a concession! Only in this way can they save Myanmar!" Mangji replied without hesitation: "The gods created the nobles with their chests and created the farmers with their knees. Indeed, the nobles should be above the farmers, but without their knees, the chests would fall into the quagmire. If, as Wu Tusan said, force farmers to return to the nobles' manor with force, not to mention whether they can do it now, even if they really do it, how many people can return to the manor alive? What is the significance of this for the nobles? Moreover, it is not entirely their responsibility for farmers to escape from the village. The foxes on the mountain are unwilling to abandon their nests, let alone people? If it weren't for the pseudo-King Meng who recruited grain and forced the farmers to live in the village, how could they be like today? I think the nobles must also review their behavior and improve the treatment of farmers in their villages, which is feasible!"

"Wu Maoji is right. Master Juan once said that after harvesting crops in the commons, the widows in the village should be allowed to pick up the ears of grain in the field first; families without men should ask other families in the village to help them repair their houses in the autumn. This is a real nobleman!"

"Yes, being generous is also one of the virtues of nobles!" The nobles nodded in response. Seeing that no one expressed their objections, Mao Ji continued to say: "I think it should be a two-pronged approach. First of all, we should join forces with all nobles to request the edicts in the Privy Council to reduce the taxes for the farmers returning to the village in the next three years, abolish some of the rights of the nobles in the territory, such as the right to first night, the right to mill tax, the right to prohibit hunting, etc., and limit the maximum limit of the taxes levied by the nobles on the farmers. Secondly,——" Speaking of this, Mao Ji paused for a moment and lowered his voice and said: "Songsan should be killed or arrested so that those mobs have no leader, otherwise with him, those mobs who already have weapons will definitely not give up asking for land."

"right!"

"Yes, the leader of the mob must be punished!"

The nobles in the house responded one after another. If some people were reluctant to make concessions, then all the nobles had unprecedented consensus on the issue of killing Songsan.

"But how did you kill that Songgan? I heard that there are many guards around him!"

"You know Dioke, the confidant of that fake king Mengji!" Maungji smiled slightly: "He is my good friend, and he is resourceful. He has connections in the Bagan nobles and Shun army. He must have a way to deal with Songsan. You must know that the machete in front is easy to deal with, and the dagger behind it is difficult to defend!"

"Yes, this is a good idea. We can buy the people around Song Gan to deal with him. We can make a reward of gold as heavy as Song Gan!

"No need!" Maomaoji smiled: "But in the letter to Diocke, we have to sign and guarantee his future safety. Since this guy is deeply involved with the fake king Meng, he must be worried that the two Majesties will cause trouble for him in the future, otherwise he may not be willing to do his best!"

The room calmed down, and the nobles showed a hesitant look on their faces. It was not safe to leave their names on such letters. Kuangji still kept a smile on his face, waiting quietly.
Chapter completed!