In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 401 You have to jump even though you know it’s a trap

So if Brother Caiba wants to do something like this, the people you send out must first know most of the slaves, and then they must not kill the wrong person.

"We can call other nobles to discuss this matter together. I believe that most nobles have the same experience as us." Alili said again: "The Song people are now targeting all nobles. They recruit our people and plunder us. Wealth, but also forced the people to change their surnames to Han and become Song people."

"If we don't stop it, all of Tubo will be filled with Song people in the future, and there will be no place for Mizas (meaning masters and masters)."

Ah Lili began to sow discord between Song and Caiba.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with what he said. It is true that Caibago has lost a lot of slaves and taxes over the years.

Brother Caiba frowned when he heard this. Of course he understood this truth, but the Song people were getting stronger and stronger, and they defeated the Mongols and occupied Xixia. Tubo was also alienated, so how could he dare to do this?

Seeing that he couldn't make up his mind, Ahali gritted his teeth and said: "If this continues, soon the Mizas will not be able to collect any taxes. Those lowly herdsmen will only think about trading with the Song people and will not have any extra money." Pay taxes and tribute.”

"Miza should be ruthless and kill a few to establish his authority, so that they will not dare not pay taxes."

Ah Li is now crazy. His parents have severed ties with him. He, a former low-level herdsman, is encouraging the nobles to raise the butcher knife against the low-level herdsmen.

The middle-level small landowner kneeling below immediately shouted: "No, Mizha, the situation now is different from before. If we start a mass killing, the herdsmen will run to Diezhou City."

In the past, the news about Tubo was closed, and no Song people came in to trade or publicize it. Now the Song army has been trading with them for seven or eight years, and publicizes it everywhere every day. Even the people in the far west of Tubo know the various benefits of the Song people.

Caibago could kill people to establish his authority before, but if he dares to do so now, it will only force more herdsmen to flee towards Diezhou.

After listening to this, Brother Caiba felt that what Ah Lili said was reasonable and that he could not let the Song people continue like this and infringe on his own interests. At the same time, he was afraid of facing the Song people's revenge alone and was in a dilemma.

At this moment, someone from outside came to report: "Miza."

Then this man hurried in, lowered his head and said a few words to Brother Tseba. Brother Tseba's face changed drastically: "What, Gyaltsen recommended Rorgadema? Why? Who is Rokaidema? He is The Ruogai grassland was all taken away by the Song people."

It turned out that some of his subordinates had heard from outside that the Song envoy wanted Gyaltsen to be the governor of Qinghai-Tibet, but Gyaltsen declined, but recommended Jogaidema.

Ruogai Dema was also one of the dozen or so nobles in Tubo. However, in the battle with the Song army, he lost the most fertile Ruogai grassland. And because the Ruogai grassland was closest to the Song army's Diezhou City, his Herders also lost a lot.

Jogaidema's current strength is far inferior to that of the past, but Gyaltsen actually recommended Jogaidema.

Brother Tseba was ashamed and angry. He wished he could immediately lead his troops into Chajia Monastery and ask Gyaltsen, "There is something wrong with your brain. Don't you recommend me, the strongest person in Tibet?"

Ahali and Galqin looked at each other at this time. Unexpectedly, at this time, Caibage actually wanted to be the governor of the Song Dynasty.

The two of them suddenly felt that it was a big joke that they had escaped from the Song Army and took refuge with Caiba.

But there's no point thinking about it now.

At this moment, the newly arrived people suggested to Brother Caiba that they heard that Song Envoy (Mo Yong) and others were living in the east of Luoxe City, waiting for news, but in fact they were waiting for benefits. If there were familiar people Contact them, or maybe Song Envoy can say something.

Caibage asked who the envoy of Song was?

The visitor said that the name of the Song envoy to Han was Mo Yong. He used to be a Tubo, but he didn't know which tribe he belonged to. It would be best to find relatives in his tribe who could help him talk. I heard that he was greedy. If he gave some gifts, he might be able to help. Speak for us.

Brother Tseba asked again, have you found out which tribe he belongs to?

The subordinates looked confused, and of course they couldn't find it.

Seeing this, Ah Li stood up again: "I know Mumaiti, his original name is Mumaiti."

Brother Caiba was overjoyed and immediately asked Ah Li to deliver the gifts and at the same time test Mo Yong's tone.

In order to get the upper hand, A Lili also decisively agreed.

Brother Caiba also spent a lot of money and gave away ten pounds of gold for the first time.

Not long after Ah Li came back, Ah Li was a little hesitant.

"Mo Yong took Miza's gold."

"But he said that there are four people participating in the election: Gashier, Ruogaidema, and Daru."

Gyaltsen recommended Rogaidema, but Gashier was the most powerful, and Daru and Mengying had a better relationship. Everyone had their own advantages.

Brother Caiba was the one who gave the most gifts. He gave ten pounds of gold to Mo Yong for the first time. Mo Yong was very happy.

Caibago visited Mo Yong in person the next day and gave him another twenty kilograms of gold.

This time Mo Yong finally revealed his feelings to him.

"Let's put it this way, among the relatively powerful Wanhu in Tubo, Gashier, Ruogaidema, Daru and you, no matter who becomes the governor, others will always be dissatisfied."

Brother Caiba nodded heavily.

"The governor is like a king, holding great power. If others refuse to obey, there may be rebellions in the future."

Brother Caiba nodded again.

"If. What I mean is." Mo Yong took a deep look at him at this time: "If these people are no longer here, and the small nobles and small landowners below them must be scattered, then the governor will really have nothing to do with the feudal government. Like a king, he has become the king of the whole Tubo."

Brother Caiba is not stupid either. His first impression at that time was that the Song people wanted to kill each other with a borrowed knife and let them kill each other.

But great power also tempted him.

Especially when things have been going downhill in recent years.

It is said that whoever becomes the governor can arbitrarily negotiate transactions with the Song people and rule all the people of Tubo.

Since the collapse of the Tubo dynasty in the ninth century, no unified political power has been established here in the following hundreds of years. But now, whoever becomes the governor can truly rule the entire Tubo.

It is impossible for Brother Caiba not to be moved.

Even though he knew it might be a trap, he wanted to jump in.

At this time, Mo Yong said again: "To be honest, if you don't do this kind of thing, you are afraid that others will do it first."

Brother Caiba's face turned red. Mo Yong really hit the point. Even if he didn't want to be used as a knife, what about those people like Ruogadema?

"This matter is difficult to handle. If not, might there be a war?" he asked deliberately.

"In the past few years, my country, the Song Dynasty, has had frequent transactions with this place, and everyone's life is getting better and better. As long as the Mizas die, the people below will be leaderless, no one will obey anyone, and not many people will be willing to make trouble. When the imperial decree of canonization arrives, If it doesn’t work, we can send some troops to support you and beat anyone who dares to make trouble. Brother Tseba, you can become the real Miza in this area in no time.”

"Fuck you, motherfucker." Brother Caiba slapped his leg hard one last time and finally decided to just do it.

Brother Caiba knew that the Song people were using him, so he agreed because he believed that the Song people needed a spokesperson in this area.

Only nobles like them can govern the Tubo area.

Gyaltsen is unwilling to come out, so one of them, Mizha, must come out.

The problem for the Song people was who to support.

So Caibago decisively chose to come forward.

About half a month later, in the name of Gyaltsen, Tibet summoned all the noble mizas who owned more than a thousand slave households for a meeting.

A total of forty-three nobles from big and small states came to the scene.

You must know that when the war started with the Song army, only thirty-seven people came from the entire Tibetan state. This time there were more people than last time.

The meeting was held in Chajia Temple.

At the end of June, Brother Tseba brought a group of soldiers to Chajia Temple. As soon as he arrived outside the door, he saw many soldiers outside, all of whom were followers of nobles from various countries. Caibago's expression couldn't help but froze. When they went to war with the Song army, Tubo gathered more than 90,000 soldiers and horses, plus hundreds of thousands of accompanying herdsmen, but they couldn't even make up a thousand armors.

Now you can see well-equipped armor everywhere, many of which were traded from Diezhou City by the Song people.

Caibago brought more than a hundred people with him, but he was stopped outside the temple gate. The guard said that each noble could only bring ten people in, and the rest were waiting outside.

Brother Caiba nodded and did not express any objection. He had already prepared troops and horses outside and would take action when the discussion was over and the meeting adjourned.

After entering the venue, dozens of nobles, big and small, were sitting in various places, with Gyaltsen sitting in the middle.

His expression was a little worried, fearing that there would be civil strife at the scene.

The people of the Song Dynasty said that in voting today, a few people would be selected first, and then the vote would be held. The one with the highest number of votes would be the governor, which sounded very reasonable.

From now on, the Tubo people will govern Tubo, which will remain unchanged for five hundred years.

This was the promise made by the Song Dynasty court to Gong Gyaltsen. Gong Gyaltsen obviously felt that it was acceptable, but he felt strange in his heart and felt that something was wrong.

"Is everyone here?" Mo Yong, Ge Meng and others stood up one after another. There was not a single Song person present, but six former Tubo people, including Mo Yong and Ge Meng, who had changed their names to Han surnames, attended the meeting on behalf of the Song people.

After hearing this, Gyaltsen also stood up and asked people to count the number of people.

After a while, someone counted and found that there were more than 5,000 households in Tubo, a total of 52 states, and 43 people came to the scene today.

But these fifty-two states were still counted during the Northern Song Dynasty. Therefore, after more than a hundred years, some of the states in the middle may have been annexed and weakened. There may only be forty-five states that can still maintain more than 5,000 households now.

In other words, except for two or three, all the others came.

In fact, many small states have less than 5,000 households, and a large number of people have long fled to Diezhou City.

But after all, he is considered a noble, and everyone who can come today is here.

"Everyone, please be patient." Mo Yong then took out the official documents from the court, bilingual in Tubo characters and Chinese, and began to read aloud.

The imperial court's intention was to establish Qinghai-Tibet Province, establish a governor, envoys, and a capital.

Among them, the governor-general and the envoys are all served by Tubo people, which realizes the governance of Tubo people by Tubo people and guarantees that it will not change for five hundred years.

There was a sound of praise all around, and the nobles whispered to each other, praising Song Ting for his righteousness.

The Song Army was in command of Dusidu, but the Song Army's soldiers and horses were only stationed in Diezhou and Ruogai Grassland and did not enter other parts of Tubo, allowing Qinghai-Tibet Province to maintain its autonomy.

The nobles nodded again in agreement.

"But each state must have a limit on the number of soldiers and horses."

"For households with more than 1,000 households and less than 5,000 households, the number of armored soldiers cannot exceed 300. For households with 10,000 households or less, the number of armored soldiers cannot exceed 800."

"If there is a foreign enemy, the Song army will come out to deal with it. You cannot have too many troops."

If you calculate this, the total of the more than 40 Tibetan states present today may not exceed 20,000 armored soldiers.

This opinion made everyone unhappy, but some people whispered that the court said that those who wear armor do not count those who do not wear armor.

Everyone laughed and didn't take it seriously.

Then Mo Yong said a lot more, many of which made the nobles at the scene brighten their eyes.

For example, the imperial court stipulated that the number of civil and military officials at all levels in Qinghai-Tibet Province should be 1,200.

These 1,200 people include military attachés in the armor and soldiers of various nobles and civil servants in the areas they govern.

The specific number of people in each department is determined by the governor and the envoy they introduced.

The imperial court gave 2.8 million copper coins every year, which included the salaries of these 1,200 people and all expenses of the yamen at all levels.

Of course, the Song army stationed in Diezhou is not included.

The eyes of a group of competitors such as Tseba Ge, Gashir, Ruogaidema, and Daru lit up when they heard this.

It is estimated that about half of this amount of money is used as salary, and the rest can be turned into income.

Of course, when the imperial court invests so much money every year, it also has requirements. It requires all localities to find ways to cultivate fields, plant rye if conditions permit, build water conservancy projects, and build roads. Everyone is listening in one ear and out the other, and they don't listen at all.

Then the imperial court also required that Qinghai and Tibet should tax the imperial court every year on 20,000 high-quality war horses, as well as cattle and sheep.

This figure is much less than before. After Tubo was defeated, it was required to pay tribute to the Song Dynasty of 60,000 horses every year.

Of course, the Song army was short of horses at that time and wanted any kind of horses. It would be good if one-third of them were high-quality war horses.

Now only high-quality war horses are required, and the number has been reduced.

The nobles expressed their disdain.

What followed was another flurry of data, but they couldn't understand it anyway.

After reading everything, Mo Yong said that now the whole audience can vote together. Each person can vote for four candidates, and then vote for the second round.

In the past half month or so, various nobles have been connecting with each other and building relationships with each other.

At this time, the scene immediately became noisy.

After a while, the statistical results came out.

Forty-three nobles and Gyaltsen together, forty-four people voted for a total of twelve candidates, but the ones with the most votes were Tsebago, Gashir, Rogaidema, and Daru.

Then the second round begins.

At this time, Brother Tseba looked a little unhappy, because it was Jogaidema who received the most votes.

"In the second round, vote for two. The one with the highest number of votes will be the governor, and the one with the second highest number of votes will be the envoy."

Of course, Mo Yong gave them time to canvass votes, with a few minutes of rest in between.

Gashir, Ruogaidema and the others got up to canvass for votes, but Caibago remained unmoved and looked at everyone with a gloomy face.

This is Luoche, on my territory.

After a while, the second round of voting took place again.

In the second round of voting, there was a flip-flop. Gashir received the highest number of votes, and Jogaidema came in second.

The scene suddenly burst into cheers, and Brother Caiba’s expression became even more ugly.

He and Daru are all out.

But he quickly adjusted his mentality and generously stepped forward to congratulate the two of them.

Gong Gyaltsen then announced that a grand banquet would be held at Chajia Monastery in the evening, sponsored by Gashier and Rogaidema.

Everyone was still celebrating in the temple, but Brother Caiba had already left the Chajia Temple alone with his people.

(End of this chapter)