The temperament of the ranger will not stay in one place for a long time, maybe it will not be long before he gets tired of being in Nanzhao for a long time, and he will go to other places.

People are a casual person, King Nanzhao absurdly conceded, why bother to absurdly ascend the throne in Nanzhao, he can be regarded as having an addiction to being the king of a place.

Knowing why he is living a prosperous life in Nanzhao now, Zhang Yang can be regarded as breathing a sigh of relief.

The strong man handed over another package and said, "This is what General He asked me to hand over to the county marquis." ”

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to take the package, it still looked a little heavy, put it on the stone table beside him, and took out a pot of soy sauce, a pot of spirits, and a bag of wheat, "Please also give these to Brother He." ”

"Whoa!"

The strong man took these and put them into his shabby baggage.

"At the beginning, a few of us started with that soy sauce, and so many years have passed in a blink of an eye."

Zhang Yang spoke, sighed and said, "I don't know if he still remembers the taste of soy sauce." ”

The strong man packed up his baggage, hung it on the horse's neck, turned over the horse and said, "Let's go to Nanzhao in the next place, and we'll meet again in the snow." ”

"Well, it's safe ...... the way"

Before he finished speaking, the other party had already reined in his horse, drove away, and rode all the way, rolling up a cloud of dust.

It's not good to talk too much about the people who do the rangers, Brother He is a ranger, and the people under him are also like this.

There is no sentimentality, and there is no muddy words, just come and go.

Zhang Yang opened the package and looked at it, it was all a roll of bamboo slips.

When I returned to my home on the mountain, I heard the daughter-in-law counting her daughter's words, and the girl went to secretly play with artillery again.

Coming to his study and sitting down, Zhang Yang opened the package and took out a land deed, which was the title deed of the entire Nanzhao, from north to south, north of Weishan to the south of Yamato City, accounting for 8 million acres of land.

Why did he sell the entire land of Nanzhao to Lishan at the same price, Lishan was the largest landlord in Nanzhao and the only landlord.

This is only a quarter of the land north of the Bait River, and if the other edicts can be won, the land area can be tripled.

However, why bother's land deed is very poorly written, and a map is drawn, this map is the approximate appearance of the land area, or he wrote it himself, and the title deed is stamped with the royal seal of King Nanzhao.

As long as the position of King Nanzhao is still there, this royal seal contract is valid.

Zhang Yang took out a file from the burden, and what was recorded in the file was the origin and clan identity records of the various Nanzhao kings since ancient times.

At the end of the dossier, there is also a name, Hou Zhangyang of Lishan County, and the royal seal of King Nanzhao is stamped below the name.

Looking to the right from the names of the Nanzhao kings of the past dynasties, the current Nanzhao kings belong to He Bi, and after He Bi's name is Hou Zhangyang of Lishan County.

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, this person is really exaggerated as always.

Mastering this dossier will grasp the right of inheritance of Nanzhao, that is, orthodoxy.

Pick up another volume of dossier, this is a Zen book, why bother to Nanzhao Guozuo Zen, and Hou Zhangyang of Lishan County of the Tang Dynasty succeeded him as the lord of Nanzhao.

In this way, the position of the lord of Nanzhao was conceded again, and Zen was conceded into his own hands.

Zhang Yang put away this file and thought about it carefully, but he had never appeared in front of Nanzhao's subjects, was this also considered a lot?

Why bother to be a martial artist after all, and don't pay attention to so much red tape.

When it came to the end, I was a little worried.

In the scorching summer, it seems that everything is going to wither.

The study was very quiet, Zhang Yang looked at the files of the Nanzhao, the text of the Nanzhao is a bit similar to the official book, this is because the Han Dynasty has led the Nanzhao several times, and the text and language have also been passed on.

These files record the population and land situation of Nanzhao, so why bother to really look for mineral deposits, but did not find the location of copper mines.

In fact, it is not surprising that Nanzhao has not yet been unified, and the boundaries are scattered, and it is necessary to investigate as a whole to know where the mineral deposits are.

There was another piece of family property, Zhang Yang thought about it, this time the court did not realize that Nanzhao had fallen into the hands of Lishan.

"Your father can't look down on such a little land." Zhang Yang said in a low voice.

Li Yue was also checking the land deed file, she raised her eyes and frowned again: "How can my father not look down on it, my aunt said that before the king of Nanzhao gave way, the court planned to send troops." ”

"At that time, my father already had the intention of forging ahead with Nanzhao."

"Hmm." Zhang Yang drank tea and nodded.

Li Yue put the files and title deeds into a wooden box, hung a small lock, and placed them at the top of the bookshelf.

"We can make arrangements for Nanzhao."

"Well, I'll write a letter to Brother He."

"It's fine."

Zhang Yang spread out a piece of paper, frowned and began to write the arrangements for Nanzhao, Nanzhao is a place with a lot of products, and specific places should be arranged.

Taifu Temple needs rice seeds from the south, and of course it also wants wheat seeds from the north of the Turks, which is a later story.

There is a copper mine in Nanzhao, and this copper mine can resolve the resource constraints of the DPRK and China on Lishan.

The resource limitation has been solved, and the future casting can be smoother.

Industry is like this, when the more refined the development, the more we understand the characteristics of metal, copper plays a vital role in metal casting.

Writing down a letter freely, Zhang Yang frowned and looked at it, checking if there were any omissions.

"My husband's penmanship has regressed a lot." Li Yue smiled, she smiled happily, Nanzhao's title deed was put away by her at a glance, but the joy at the moment was beyond words.

"I usually write less, but I'll hurry up in the future."

"The husband is the lord of Nanzhao, so naturally he has to show the subjects of Nanzhao the words of the lord, and naturally the better it looks, the better."

Zhang Yang nodded slightly, "What you said is reasonable." ”

"I'll teach my husband."

The couple sat together and began to practice calligraphy.

Li Yue's hands look good when they hold the barrel of the pen, and these hands are naturally used for writing.

Looking at her hands again, Zhang Yang was a little unhappy, her hands were very large, the palms were very wide, and it was not as natural as her when she held the pen.

Just looking at the daughter-in-law's handwriting is very pleasing to the eye.

"Husband, don't be distracted."

Zhang Yang's gaze moved away from her hand and continued to follow her brushstrokes.

Xiao Wu and Xiao Hui were about to report on the summer harvest in the village, when they saw the master and the teacher sitting together and writing.

The two disciples were very sensible and did not bother.

Today, Li Yuan and Li Xiaogong took Xiong Da to plow the land.

Xiao Qingqing watched Xiong Da come back dirty, and counted it while washing it: "Xiong Da! Give you something to eat, and you will go with whomever you want, and you will become more and more unconscientious. ”

Xiong Da also ploughed the land for a day, tired and nested by the Huaqing Pond.

Seeing that a few half-sized bears also surrounded him, Xiao Qingqing scolded angrily: "When you grow up, you will all put on a plow and give me a plough." ”

Today, Li Yue counted her, she now looks like an adult, especially her mother's style, counting down sentence by sentence.

After dinner, Xiao Wu and Xiao Hui came to report on the completion of the summer harvest this time.

As in previous years, the autumn harvest is one month earlier than in other villages and counties, so it is necessary to continue to prepare for autumn planting.

asked the aunt to hand over the letter to Cheng Chumo, and then asked Chu Mo to arrange for someone to send the letter to Nanzhao, and brought a message to Songtsan Gampo in Chang'an City, asking him to bring Nanzhao's envoy Duluo to Lishan again.

The next morning, Zhang Yang led Xiong Da and let him continue plowing the land, patted his spacious bear back and whispered: "Your little master was grounded by her mother, and the plough can't accompany you for the past two days." ”

The bear babbled loudly, as if he understood and heard.

Zhang Yang put a plow on it, and the bear will consciously plow the land.

It's very energetic, so it's a good way to spend it.

Zhang Yang sat at the entrance of the village with some wheat stalks, ready to weave a few straw hats, rummaging through the memories in his mind.

The technique of weaving straw hats has gradually become proficient.

The three hippos leaned their heads over and wanted to eat the wheat stalks on the ground, which was good forage for them.

Zhang Yang pushed its head away and continued to knit the straw hat in his hand.

Its head leaned over again, and Zhang Yang pushed it away again.

After a stalemate for a long time, Zhang Yang stopped what he was doing and stared at the horse.

The three hippos had big eyes, stared at the man, slowly lowered their heads and bit some wheat stalks, and chewed them in their mouths.

Zhang Yang knocked on his leg, holding his face with one hand to see it chewing in its mouth, and then picking up some after chewing.

There was a whistle behind him, and when it heard it, it suddenly raised its head, chewing the grass in its mouth.

Zhang Yang looked back and saw that it was a red whisk girl.

The horse ran to her.

Finally left, and Zhang Yang finally had time to continue knitting straw hats.

After a short time, Songtsen Gampo came with the envoy of Nanzhao, Duluo.

The straw hat in his hand has been half completed, and it should be noon when he looks at the day.

Judging from the footsteps, Songtsen Gampo should have set off as soon as the gate of Chang'an City was opened, and he drove for half a day in a carriage to Lishan.

That Duluo's complexion didn't look good, because he hadn't slept well for the past two days.

There was more incomprehension in Songtsen Gampo's eyes.

Zhang Yang smiled: "Have you two eaten?" ”

Duluo knelt down and saluted again, with some whimpering in his tone, "Please also ask the county marquis to save Nanzhao." ”

Seeing this, Zhang Yang looked at Songtsan Gampo again, "Is this also from the Zanpu Sect?" ”

Songtsen Gampo turned his head and said, "No. ”

Not long after, Xiong Da also came back, his body was covered with mud, and his paws were also mud, Zhang Yang picked up a courgette and handed it over.

The bear took a big bite and crunched in his mouth.

Zhang Yang didn't let its paws touch the courgette, just fed it.

Looking at such a harmonious scene of one man and one bear, Songtsen Gampo and Duluo were speechless for a while.

The animal was frighteningly large, and it was as big as a mountain tiger just by squatting, with a body as strong as an ox, and its sharp claws were terrifying.

Xiong Da ate the courgette, and sat quietly beside Zhang Yang.

Songtsen Gampo said: "With this beast on his side, it is admirable. ”

Zhang Yang waved his hand and smiled: "There are several more at home." ”

"Hmmm......"

Songtsen Gampo muttered for a long time, not knowing what to say.

His eyes fell on Duluo, who was still kneeling on the ground, Zhang Yang didn't speak for a long time, but just took a bamboo tube from his waist.

Dura looked at the bamboo tube, which had a lid, and when the lid was opened, there was heat coming out of it.

Seeing Zhang Yang drinking water, he knew that it was just a water cup.

This is the water glass, nothing special.

Dura felt like he was going to be stupefied by the bear.

"Get up."

Hearing the words of the county marquis, Duluo trembled and stood up.

Songtsen Gampo always kept a relatively safe distance from the bear, and said: "Since King Nanzhao has already taken the throne, he can't change the status quo. ”

"Does the messenger like to read?"

Zhang Yang ignored Songtsen Gampo's words and said to himself.

Duluo said in a low voice: "The subordinate is still learning the Central Plains script. ”

"Well, don't worry, it's good to start literacy, let Xu Jingzong arrange a place for you in the Sifang Pavilion, and you will study in the Sifang Pavilion in the future."

"But ......"

Before the other party finished speaking, Zhang Yang said again: "You don't have to worry about Nanzhao's affairs, read more history books and study more first, and then I will ask someone to arrange a master for you." ”

"The subordinates just want the county marquis to save Nanzhao, but they really have no intention of reading and reading."

Zhang Yang drank tea, looked at him calmly, and said with a smile: "If you continue to beg people here now, you can't change the facts." ”

Dura lowered his head and sniffed.

Zhang Yang sighed and said, "Do you think there is anyone else in Chang'an City who will help you?" ”

"The subordinates have been running all over the past two days, and no one has even seen the subordinates, only the county marquis ......"

"So you think that my words can make Nanzhao go back to the situation a month ago?"

Dura was silent again.

Zhang Yang knitted his straw hat again and continued: "If you really want to save Nanzhao, then do as I say, read and write, study history books well, and you can also follow Zan Puduo to study the governance of the Tang Dynasty, which is good for you." ”

As long as Tian Khan can give him soldiers and horses, he can't wait to kill him now.

After Ketian Khan learned of the throne of King Nanzhao, he dispelled the idea of sending troops, and this result was undoubtedly hopeless.

Songtsen Gampo also looked at Zhang Yang's hands, which were very skillful in weaving these wheat stalks.

At noon, the sun gradually became scorching, making people very uncomfortable.

Songtsen Ganbu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and became more and more impatient, from the moment when King Nanzhao decided not to send troops, this Nanzhao envoy was of little value.

Originally, he wanted to dedicate this person to Zhang Yang, but Songtsen Gampo thought that with his intelligence, he would not let go of the opportunity of civil strife in Nanzhao.

The last time he came to Lishan, Zhang Yang was very indifferent to this envoy.

On the contrary, now, things have not taken a turn for the better, and Zhang Yang seems to have begun to value this Nanzhao envoy again.

"If you believe me, just do what I say, every other month I will have people go to the school to test your learning results, this is your only chance, if you can't do these things well, no one will help you in the future."

Dura bowed, did not speak, neither agreed nor refused, and turned away.

Songtsen Gampo was puzzled: "The matter has come to this, do you still want to help him?" ”

"Zampu, I like to have more friends and fewer enemies."

"The envoys of Nanzhao are selfish, and those who have great righteousness are a minority." (End of chapter)