82_82988 Islam was founded by Muhammad, but the Arab Empire was founded by Muawiyah, and in Western history, Muawiyah, an insidious politician who usurped the throne by force, was highly regarded as the pioneer who truly led the Arabs from a primitive tribal union to a nation. Chasing the reckless wasteland, you have to be quick.

In fact, before Mu'awiyah, the Arabs of the Arab Empire relied largely on the consultation of tribal chiefs and military aristocracy, with unclear powers and many political affairs, and the Arabs would not have achieved such rapid results had it not been for the fanaticism brought about by Islam and the exhaustion of the Byzantine Persian pair of historical enemies.

Things did not change until the third caliph of the four caliphs Osman period, Osman was born in the Umayyad family, and after succeeding to the throne, Osman reused a number of Umayyad families such as Muawiyah, Muawiya was also worthy of his reuse, and when he recognized the governor of Syria, the official position, law, and tax of the Arab Empire were basically perfected by him, and the political economy of Syria and Egypt began to recover, and abundant logistics also laid the foundation for the establishment of the imperial navy and the expedition between the East and the West.

However, Mu'awiyah's growing power also laid the foundation for the future division of the Arab Empire, and almost all of his re-use were Mecca Qulay clan nobles, and Islamic elders such as the earliest members of the Uma commune who had followed Mu'awiya were excluded from power, and the large-scale abolition of the Umayyads after Ali succeeded to the caliphate and a series of wars between Muawiya and Ali were all under this contradiction, and the contradiction continued until a thousand years later, that is, the future Sunnis and Shiites.

It's just that there was a little accident in Li Jie's era, the Umayyad dynasty that could have lasted for more than a hundred years was snuffed out in his embryonic period, a large number of nobles were executed by Shiites, and the black-clothed Abbasid dynasty rose in advance, and Ali's son Hassan himself sat on the position of caliph.

However, Mu'awiyah did not learn much from the political shrewdness and decisiveness of Hassan, but the faction learned a lot, and under the followers of more than 20,000 caliphs, the entire gate of Antioch was cleared, whether it was merchants, nobles or peasants.

Lying comfortably in the arms of the two slave girls of the Khalid family, Hassan fell asleep in a daze, and hung hundreds of nobles in the Syrian Governor's Mansion under the sun.

Under the scorching sun, the Arab aristocrats who were born in the desert one by one, but were not suitable because of their pampering, were dissatisfied with each other.

Arabs do not have such a strict ceremonial system as in China, during the previous generations of caliphs, the caliph was only the supreme religious leader living in the mosque, and even ordinary Arabs could meet them, so the dissatisfaction with these Arabs was also directly put on their faces and muttered.

Listening to the complaints behind him, Hou Jie, who was sweating profusely at the front, not only did not stop it, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The caliph's drowsiness lasted for almost half an hour, before he woke up leisurely under the careful kneading of the slave girl, looking at the respectful figure of Hou Jie and his party in a hazy sleepy eye, and the caliph was quite approachable and waved his sleeves.

"Your family hasn't dispersed yet? This is the end of today's feast, and the caliph is no longer strong enough to drink, so let you disperse. ”

Hearing this, not only the Arab nobles who had been hanging for more than half an hour frowned, but also an old Arab white-bearded man wearing a simple turban in the caliph's car also frowned, and reminded with some displeasure.

"Caliph, today is the day you return to Mecca to preside over the overall situation."

"Oh! Oh! Look at the head of the caliph! Suddenly patting his head, Hassan pushed away the slave girl who was supporting him, sat up, stroked his golden beard, and said with a smile: "Emir Hou, you govern Syria very well, the caliph is very satisfied, and I hope you will continue to work hard in the future, and do not live up to the trust of the caliph and Allah in you."

Can you not be satisfied? In three months, Hassan almost turned over Antioch's family, and almost all the beautiful slave girls and even beautiful daughters of various aristocratic families were taken into the hearts of the caliph, and when he came, he came empty-handed, but when he returned, he loaded these eighty-four carts, and the harvest can be seen.

However, in the end in Islamic teachings, the caliph is the spokesman of Allah on earth, listening to his praise, many Arab nobles in Antioch still showed a little relieved smile, and Hou Jie also replied modestly with a smile on his face: "Thank you for the praise of the caliph, Hou Jie will continue to fight in all directions to spread the glory of God."

But then, the faces of a group of Arab nobles became embarrassed again. Full of that kind of playboy smile, Hassan leaned forward slightly, and said to Hou Jie with excitement on the faces of the thirty-year-old: "Antioch is rich, Antioch's tax on Mecca will be raised by another fifty percent, and Hou Emir must pay it to Mecca in time!"

"Yes."

Seeing that Hou Jie easily agreed, Hassan couldn't help but wave his sleeves excitedly and ask for something, but unfortunately this time even the old man in his car, Ibn Zobair, the minister of the Abbasid Empire, couldn't stand it, and actually jumped out of the car and stopped directly in front of Hassan.

"Caliph, it's not too early, it's time to go!"

"Okay, okay, boring old man."

Full of helplessness, Hassan finally agreed, and the caliphate guards, who had been waiting for a long time, finally began to hug the convoy and slowly drive south, but even if the car turned around, Hassan still did not forget to poke his head out of the window and shouted at Hou Jie.

"Hou Emir, don't forget, if there are beautiful Byzantine slave girls, don't forget to send them to me!"

Finally, when Hassan's convoy was far away, the Arab nobles who had been waiting at the city gate couldn't bear it anymore, and they all gathered around Hou Jie with annoyance on their faces, shouting nonsense.

"Emir, is this the Caliphate? Is it clearly a playboy! Is such a person also the spokesman chosen by Allah among men? ”

"Yes, Emir, he is even more greedy than the most greedy jackal, and the granaries of our family have been emptied for the reception of the caliph, and he even has to raise taxes!"

Under the anger of the public, Hou Jie did not answer directly, but glanced to the side, and more than a dozen noble chiefs couldn't help but turn their heads to look, but they immediately kept silent, and bowed to Hou Jie's chest again, and dispersed.

What made them fearful like a snake and scorpion was a fat Arab man in his thirties with dark brown eyes, a high nose, and a sow's belly belted like a gourd.

Seeing a group of noble chiefs scattering away like snakes and scorpions in fear of themselves, this nomadic aristocratic fat man from Xijaz did not show uneasiness, but walked to Hou Jie with a big grin on his belly.

"Amir, you have heard the order of the Caliphate just now, and I wonder when you will be able to transport the tax to Mecca?"

This fat man's name is Manersu. Ibn was left by Prime Minister Zobair to restrain Hou Jie, although he only served as a general, this fat man could be regarded as a banner of the caliph in Syria, and Hou Jie did not dare to be disrespectful to him, and hurriedly arched his hand with a smile.

"General Surman does not need to be in a hurry, it is just spring, and when the summer harvest comes, Ben Emir will definitely send one and a half times the tax to Mecca."

"Hmph, I hope so, don't play tricks, I'm staring at you!"

Finally, with a bit of majesty, Mansu proudly shook his fat belly and climbed onto the sedan chair that had been waiting beside him, this one wiped his head full of oil and sweat, and the other took out a large cigarette gun and stuffed it into his mouth with great skill.

The sedan chair swayed, and along the way, you could see the big cigarette pouch puffing outward, and seeing this scene, Hou Jie's entourage male butler Ibn couldn't help but be full of anger and raised his hand to Hou Jie's side, and knelt down with a heavy bow.

"Master, this person is so unreasonable, dare to speak so to the master, please let me kill this bastard!"

However, with a smile on his face, Hou Jie, who had almost completely turned into an Arab appearance, shook his head with a smile on his beard.

"Ibn, you are faithful, but you don't need it."

"Okay, set up the sedan chair, let's go home!"

Kowtowed unwillingly, Ibn beckoned, and more than a dozen black slaves immediately hurriedly carried the sedan chair over, opened the door of the sedan chair and sat in, the smile on the corner of Hou Jie's mouth seemed to be more intense, and he couldn't see that he had just been insulted by someone domineering.

Politics is never about appearances, and he can't help but be unhappy.

Although Hou Jie was the supreme governor of Syria before, in fact, there were still many aristocratic generals of Arab origin who were not convinced by him, and the Khalid family was an example, and many Arab nobles helped him, which made Khalid arrogant enough to compete with Hou Jie.

But this time, Khalid, who thought he had seized Hou Jie's trick to death, instead of overthrowing Hou Jie, lost all of himself, and even brought down a large number of opposition nobles with Antiochone, basically letting Hou Jie clean up his political enemies.

Caliph Hassan's surprise to Hou Jie is not limited to these, Hassan is too greedy.

The three months that the caliph came were comparable to Qianlong's trip to the south of the Yangtze River, not to mention that the rich treasury of Antioch was emptied, and many precious treasures and beautiful women of the aristocratic family, as long as Hassan took a fancy to them, they had to find a way to get them in their hands, and even these Arab nobles couldn't stand it, so they had to rely on Hou Jie's side to resist this kind of scraping.

The wealth in the Emir's palace was gone, but the hearts of thousands of Arab nobles and chieftains of Antioch were gathered in the hands of Hou Jie.

As for Mansu, who came to restrain him again, he was completely different from Khalid, he had no roots in the huge family connections in the depths of Antioch, he was alone, and he was arrogant, greedy and miserly, and playing him to death was no more difficult for Hou Jie than pinching a bedbug to death.

"Hehe, this is my Syria!"

The sedan chair swayed slowly, opened the corner window, and took a heavy breath of the scorching air outside, but Hou Jie hummed softly in intoxication......