This night was very exciting, but it was a pity that Zhao Xu, the first official in the Great Song Dynasty, did not have the opportunity to see the scene of tens of thousands of people shouting long live. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He originally wanted to go out of the palace to have a good time, but unfortunately Su Gui didn't dare to take the official family out of the palace easily this time.

After all, today's Zhouqiao Night Market is different from the past, I have long heard that tonight's night market will be crowded because of the competition of "who is the big stomach", in case Zhao Xu is squeezed and injured, even if it is a piece of skin, Su Gui will have to walk around without eating.

A group of people were afraid that Zhao Xu would play a scoundrel, so Su Gui and the waiters and guards around Zhao Xu knelt in front of the door and blocked the door to prevent him from going out, so that Zhao Xu dispelled the original idea of going out to play.

Later, the sound of fireworks was faintly heard in the middle of the night, Zhao Xu couldn't help it, so he still ran up to the wall of the palace, and Su Gui and the others had to crawl behind his ass and crawl up.

Standing on the wall of the palace, Zhao Xu saw brilliant fireworks rising outside the inner city wall from a distance, and he couldn't enjoy seeing it from a distance, so he had to sigh why he didn't insist on going out.

Later, when he heard 10,000 people shouting "Long live the saint" together, he was not as simple as sighing, he began to regret that he had not seen such a grand scene with his own eyes, and he couldn't figure out why the people were shouting "Long live", so he kicked Su Gui a few times in annoyance.

Zhao Xu's curiosity was out of control like the Yellow River was flooding, and he suddenly decided to open the palace gate to go out to see what was going on, this time not only Su Gui, but even the forbidden soldiers guarding the palace gate were also afraid.

For the Marquis of the Gate, who guarded the palace gate, he let the official's house go out of the palace in the middle of the night, and if the Empress Dowager and the ministers in the court knew about it the next day, he would not be good.

But the official family made an order, and he didn't dare to disobey, thinking that if he couldn't open the door, he would die, so he lowered his heart, knelt on the ground, and took out the rules of the palace ban of all dynasties since Taizu to convince the official, and his head was knocked out of blood on the ground.

Zhao Xu is not afraid of heaven and earth, but he is afraid that people will say that he has broken the rules of his ancestors.

He thought about it, what the Marquis of the door said also made sense, even if he was let out of the palace today, the old guys in the court tomorrow morning would talk to him endlessly, and he would be annoyed to death.

However, if he can't get out of the palace, it doesn't mean that others can't get out.

This kind of thing is not without precedent before, for example, the emperor urgently summoned a minister to discuss matters at night, and if it was too late to discuss it, after the time to close the palace gate, the minister did not stay in the palace, so he let him sit in a large bamboo basket, and then tied the bamboo basket to two thick hemp ropes and lowered it from the palace wall.

Zhao Xu came up with this idea, and the doorman said in his heart that as long as he didn't go out in person, it would still be okay to let a little eunuch out, so soon a guard of the forbidden army found hemp rope and bamboo baskets.

Zhao Xu's eyes wandered around the silent crowd, and finally fell on Su Gui, Su Gui had no choice but to sit in the bamboo basket and be hung down, and trotted all the way to the Vermilion Bird Gate.

After a long while, Su Gui ran back with a limp covering his ribs, climbed into the bamboo basket and was hoisted up.

Su Gui took a breath and told Zhao Xu how he ran to the Zhouqiao Night Market outside the Vermilion Bird Gate and inquired from the crowd that had withdrawn.

The whole process of the "Who is the King of Big Stomach" competition is also detailed, and in the end, Chen Tianba, who represents the Great Song Dynasty, defeated the Fanbang players to win the title of King of Big Stomach.

When it came to the sound of "long live" of the mountain and tsunami, it was tens of thousands of people who shouted from the bottom of their hearts when they saw Zhao Xu's inscription, Zhao Xu was silent.

In the more than six years since he ascended the throne, although he has heard a lot of voices saying "long live", it is the formalized shouting of some courtiers, and it is the first time that they have really shouted from the heart and with tears in their eyes like the people.

Zhao Xu found out that being shouted by tens of millions of people in the Great Song Dynasty was what he wanted to hear the most, and he couldn't help himself for a while, so he pouted and cried in the direction of the Vermilion Bird Gate.

Thinking of all this because Yang Huairen held this event of who is the king of the big stomach, he thought in his heart that when Yang Huairen won the famous chef of the Japanese Kingdom to save the reputation of the Great Song Dynasty, in the face of the pairs of many old ministers, he was not enough for him last time, and now, it is time for him to reward Yang Huairen.

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Yang Huairen invited the Tibetan envoy Dorje to come, originally to discuss with him about buying yaks from his tribe, but the local turtle envoy was reckless, and he had to participate in the competition in person, and finally ate his stomach, let alone talk about things, and now it is difficult for him to recognize himself for him.

I had no choice but to talk about it another day, but two days later, Zhao Hao came with good news, saying that the shopkeeper of his caravan all the way to Tubo hurried back to Tokyo and brought back a good news.

Several tribes in the east of the Tibetan tribes heard that the Song people wanted to accept the yaks in their hands at a high price, and they all responded positively, and they all began to prepare to select the best yaks, and offered a very good price.

In the primitive social system of Tibet, which is still a two-percent feudal and eighty-percent primitive society, the head of the tribe is the holder of the supreme power of the entire tribe.

And within a tribe, there is a strict hierarchy, like a wealthy and powerful family with cattle and sheep, which is the nobility of the tribe, and below the nobility, there are commoners and military households.

But the number of these two strata is at most only 20%, and more than 80% of the common people are only the private property of the aristocracy, and they are serfs similar to slaves.

The living conditions of these tribes are also very poor and backward, not to mention the civilized and rich Great Song Dynasty, or the same nomadic civilization of the Western Xia and Hui and other small surrounding countries can not be compared.

The strength of the Tibetan tribes lies in the fact that they rely on their natural advantages of vast territory and the barbaric and mighty army, so they can barely be regarded as a relatively powerful country.

But the land is barren, and the poverty of thousands of years cannot be changed, because the population is sparse, the tribes are scattered, and there is no effective organized invasion and plunder of the surrounding countries, so over time, these Tusi gradually settle for the status quo.

Now that they have such an opportunity to make a fortune, these toasters know exactly what it means to be able to exchange their abundant yak resources for wealth.

Every Tusi wants to expand his territory, and with money, he can recruit and raise more troops, gradually annex the surrounding small tribes, and make his tribe gradually stronger.

When these scattered tribes in the east were all under the control of a Tusi, they would have the strength to compete with several large tribes in the west, and maybe they would have the opportunity to become the great leaders of the whole of Tibet.