Author: Chris Webber

But it is one thing to exist, and it is another thing to admit that "requesting gifts" is legal, because the forced payment of tribute, that is, the right to tax is exclusive and exclusive. It is impossible for two independent political forces to tax one region at the same time. The tax collector may turn a blind eye to his tax opponent being robbed, but it is impossible to admit that his tax recipient has the obligation to pay taxes to another political entity.

"Yes, you did grasp the key!" Wang Wenzuo smiled and said, "But from me, sometimes it would be better to be careless!"

"What does Ming Gong mean?"

"The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty ruled the world. Under the sunlight, is it a concubine? There is nothing to argue about!" Wang Wenzuo said: "But this is of no use in how to solve the difficulties we are facing. Not to mention these Qiang and Hu tribes, even the Tubo people have once paid tribute to the Tang Dynasty. However, should we disturb the border or fight, and we should fight. After all, we cannot be used as food. In the final analysis, the word "profit" is still the word "possessed" between countries!"

"Yes!" Iji Lianbod sighed: "Actually the same goes for the Eastern Kingdom. The Eagle people rebel and submit when they are submissive. The strong will raise an army, and the weak will submit when they are submissive. There is no shame or righteousness at all!"

"The East Country is different from this place. Although the East Country is desolate, the land is flat and fertile, and there are golden mountains. You only need to manage it well and naturally assimilate it. It is impossible to do this in Songzhou. The Qiang people here will be Qiang people in a thousand years, and it will not be possible to use brute force!"

"Why is Ming Gong planning?"

"Govern the Qiang to govern the Qiang!"

"Use Qiang to govern Qiang?" asked Yijilianbod.

"Yes, let's take this Songmaodao as an example! I will divide it into each department by piece, and then each tribe can get a 'gift' from the caravans that go through their own territory, but this gift is not for nothing! They must ensure that the caravans will not be attacked by bandits in their own location. If they encounter disaster climate and trouble, they must find a way to rescue them. Of course, the caravans will also pay for their services!"

"This is a good idea!" Ijirenbod nodded: "But I'm afraid some tribes will not accept this approach. Maybe they will not rob in their own area or go to other areas to rob? And those tribes that have not been divided into areas? They should not accept this condition, right?"

"It's okay, so I will solve it in the end! At least I will not be short of a guide and an alliance army at that time!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "I have already thought about all the certificates for dividing the areas. What do you think is called an imperial edict?"

"Issue?" Igrilynbod frowned: "This name is not very good, right? Isn't it only the court that can issue the imperial edict?"

"That's true!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "Then what name do you think is better to use?"

"The Book of Documents, "The Book of Zhou" says: Anyone who is responsible has a book of judgment to govern it, and it is also said: "The Book of Verification, half-partial and combined, that is, the branch contract is divided, and the two families get one of them!" "Wenxin Diaolong" says: "The Book of Volumes is a bundle, understands constraints, and is to prevent false emotions. The character is half-partial, so Zhou is called "The Book of Documents"!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo was suppressed by Iji Lianbode's schoolbag. What is cultural export? A Japanese nobleman explained the Chinese classics to the Tang general. This is called cultural export. The reason why Wang Wenzuo wanted to use "era letter" as a certificate for issuing the various Qiang and Hu chiefs to divide the commercial road areas was inspired by the later practice of governing the Northeast region in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, the Ming Dynasty issued official seals to the leaders of the Jurchen tribe in the northeast. With the imperial letter, the Jurchen chiefs could

Contribute tributes and receive rewards (actually trade). Because this trade is extremely profitable, the chiefs of the Jurchen tribes will fight and kill each other in order to compete for the imperial edicts, and even the number of the imperial edicts becomes a symbol of the strength of the chiefs. However, the Ming Dynasty used this to provoke the chiefs of the Jurchen tribes to fight each other and reap the benefits of the fisherman. The current situation in northwest Sichuan is quite similar to that of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, so he wanted to imitate the wisdom of future generations to see if it could be effective.

"Ming Gong wanted to use barbarians to control barbarians, but it also depends on how large the trade scale is. If the scale is too small, I think those Qiang and Hu tribes may not be willing to submit!"

"This is true! However, the plateau, mountains and plains have their own strengths and weaknesses. Through trade, whether there is any or not, if the trade route is stable, trade should soon flourish!" At this point, Wang Wenzuo lay down on the brocade couch, and the face repairer began to repair his beard.

"The emperor asked Ming Gong to come to Songzhou to resist the invasion of the Tubo people, but you were thinking about trade!" Ijirenbod smiled.

"As long as the Tubo people are not deaf and blind, what should General Xue do in Longyou!" Wang Wenzuo closed his eyes and enjoyed the sharp razor sliding on his cheeks, saying, "Before defeating the Longyou Army, the Tubo people could not provide much force on my side!"

"But according to what Li Jin said, the Tubo people acted very frequently!"

"A thousand people pass by four posts, each post is reported once. If the commander does not distinguish it, it will become a battle report of four thousand enemy troops attacking our army!" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "Don't talk about Li Jin, if I were in Chengdu Prefecture, I would cry and shout for reinforcements to the court. The Tang Dynasty only had a few Zhechong Prefectures in Jiannan Road! Even if two thousand Tubo people rushed to the city of Chengdu, what would he use to resist the Tubo people? Those Wuhous who did not know the war in Chengdu?"

"So Ming Gong thought the Tubo people would not attack?" asked Ijirenbod.

"I didn't say that, I just said that the Tubo people would not make a big attack!" Wang Wenzuo waved his hand and signaled the face-making master to stop working: "No one can predict a small-scale military operation, but a large-scale invasion should be unlikely. But if the Tubo people win too easily and can sweep the Qiang and Hu tribes in this area, it is not impossible to gather a hundred thousand troops. After all, no one can refuse the meat delivered to their mouths!"

"The meat delivered to your mouth? Are you talking about Chengdu Prefecture?"

"Well, if the Tubo people can conquer Songzhou, go down Songmao Road and head straight to Dujiangyan, then few Qiang and Hu tribes will be able to withstand the temptation to grab one!" Wang Wenzuo sneered: "It's September now, and the wheat harvest in Chengdu should have begun, and the wheat ripening on the plateau will be a little later. The Tubo people's army should have been ready for half a month to a month. That's our big trouble!"

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The ashes in the sky were like snow falling ahead of schedule.

The storm waves walked to the edge of the sparse pine forest, stepping on the dry pine needles and brown humus, and in the valley not far below, the blazing flames were circling and rising, and the hot wind blew towards us, with a strong blood and the smell of barbecue, which was disgusting.

The mountain wind was full of danger. Some people, horses, fire, steel, smoke and ash stinged her eyes, tears flowed out, blurring her vision. She vaguely saw a big snake with long wings spreading its teeth and claws, roaring and spewing out a torrent of flames, completely swallowing the valley.

From time to time, the flames came out loudly about the collapse of buildings. She felt that the land under her feet was splitting and collapsed, dogs were barking, whimpering, and horses were neighing in despair. What overwhelmed all this was the wailing of people, the wailing of fear, the screams of despair, the hysterical laughter and the indescribable call, and even the other sounds. When everything finally calmed down, Tuyanmang Jiebo found that she had collapsed on the ground and burst into tears.

"The village is over! Everyone is dead!" The person who spoke was the hunter who was walking with him. He looked at everything in front of him in despair. Suddenly he pulled out his knife and rushed out hysterically, but as soon as he ran out, he was hugged and fell to the ground, and then started a fight.

"Tie this kid, otherwise we will be killed by him!" The Qiang leader who went there sternly said. He calmly looked at the valley below, looking for possible scouts from the enemy. He looked at the Qiang girl: "Tuyanmang Jiebo, get closer and confirm who was attacking the village? But you must promise me that the enemy will not be able to discover you!"

"Yes!" The girl didn't say much. She had recovered from the huge blow. The pain was like a heavy hammer, which would smash some people into pieces, but it could make some people stronger. The latter was the spitting of the swelling of the waves.

The girl took off all the equipment that might hinder her movements, leaving only a short knife, and then she turned her leather jacket over so that her clothes were the same color as the hillside in autumn. Her steps were light and silent. She walked west along the edge of the forest, walked for a while and then turned north, so that she could use the uneven stones to block her whereabouts. When she arrived at the entrance of the village, she found that the sky was gray and thick smoke was rolling. The ancestral temple not far from the entrance of the village had collapsed half of the ancestral temple - the ancestors of the tribe were worshipped and the only stone building in the village. The girl walked into the yard carefully and found that there were falling mud statues everywhere on the ground, all of which were statues of the ancestors.

The ancestral temple had been burned into an empty shell by flames, the floors were burned, the wooden beams were burned out, the walls collapsed, and the waves of the sacred and shamans could directly see a small mud house behind. It was the residence of the shaman disciples, which became the only well-preserved building here. She walked through the temple and wanted to see what was left behind, but suddenly she stopped and entered the ruins next to the road.

Two burly black shadows walked out of the mud house, slowly passing through the ruins, making the sound of armor leaves colliding. Spit Yanmang Jiebo carefully peeked out through the gaps of the stones. The iron armor almost completely wrapped the two people, and even their faces were covered by hideous iron masks. There were only two small holes in their eyes. The two people got closer and closer, Spit Yanmang Jiebo held their breath, lowered their bodies, making themselves as inconspicuous as possible, and drilled into the gaps.

The footsteps stopped, followed by a burst of laughter, but it was just a language that the girl couldn't understand. Tu Yanmang Jiebo felt that his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, but time passed extremely slowly. After a while, she felt two warm liquid pouring down on her head, and she was a little flirting. The two were peeing, and the girl forced herself to crawl on the ground, motionless.

I don't know how much time has passed, and the girl can no longer hear the voices or voices. She raised her head to check around, and there was no living person. She got up and ran away silently.

"It's a Tubo!" Tuyanmang Jiebo used his hands to scrub his hair hard, and said, "It must be them. I recognize their iron armor, all over their bodies are wrapped tightly, and they are wearing masks on their faces. Neither Tang people nor our Qiang people will wear this way!"

"Damn Tubo people!" A desperate curse came from the crowd. It was not surprising that the Qiang tribes fought each other for land, prey, pastures and water sources, but this kind of battle was rarely intended to completely eliminate opponents. However, the Tubo people were not the case. After they defeated their opponents, they would send all the weak tribes to their farms as slaves, and strong people would be incorporated into the army as cannon fodder. If they resisted, they would kill them. Even if they expressed their surrender to them, they would have to pay heavy tributes and a large number of hostages. Compared with the Tubo people, even the Tang people, who had always been known for their arrogance, could be said to be kind.

"What should we do now?" someone asked: "Without the village, we only have seven people now, so we can't survive at all!"

"Yes! Seven people are simply unable to rebuild the village!"

"The village is rebuilt. Without food storage, it will be winter soon, and we will all starve to death!"

"Why go to the nearby village? Please ask them to take us in!"

"This is a good idea!"

"But will they take us in? It's winter soon, and each tribe doesn't have enough food, so they open their mouths at once. Why should they take us in!"

"We are all good hunters and good farmers!"

"A good hunter can't save enough food for a winter before winter! Besides, have you ever thought about the Tubo people who attacked our village and left, where did they go? If we go to the nearby village, will it become their next target of attack? We may not be so lucky at that time!"

Tuyanmang Jiebo kept his head down, silent, and did not participate in the quarrel among the crowd. It seemed that she was completely unwilling to care about the debate. Suddenly she raised her head: "I have a good place, don't worry about the Tubo people attacking, and there is enough food to spend the winter!"

"Tu Yanmeng Jiebo, where did you say?"

"Songzhou City! Can we go to Songzhou City?" Tuyanmangjiebo Road.

"Are you crazy?" Someone laughed and said, "Tangren is not a Bodhisattva, so why would he take us in? Do you want to sell your body? Even if you sell your body, I guess Tangren will only want you and don't want us, because you are a young girl and look good!"

"Have you forgotten this?" Tuyanmang Jiebo took out the letter from his arms: "The Tang man asked us to bring the letter to the elders, and said that the reply letter would be sent to Songzhou! Now the elders are gone, we can use this letter as a certificate to find the Tang man who gave me Shu silk and ask him to take us in!"
Chapter completed!