It could not withstand the attacks of Qin Changfeng and Huo Buquli for several days.
This royal power that had existed in the southern barbarian land for hundreds of years collapsed.
As long as it is a war, lives will be lost and blood will flow like rivers. Nanzhao, a deeply rooted local regime, still has a great impact on the people. After the successful siege, some local aborigines and nobles did some sporadic
They resisted, but were quickly suppressed by the troops of Qin Changfeng and Huo Buquli.
Most of the people in the Nanzhao royal family are almost dead.
Of course, Qin Changfeng finally left a royal descendant with a relatively distant bloodline as a puppet and announced his surrender.
Soon, those who wanted to jump no longer dared to jump.
Pei Yanran looked on with admiration: "Brother Qin, who taught you this move?"
Qin Changfeng looked embarrassed: "Of course he is the young master."
He naturally remembered what Liu Zheng once told them, that if you want to colonize a place, you must either station it personally, kill them all, or support a puppet regime.
Naturally, they are not willing to personally garrison a place like Nanman.
After finishing the project at Wangbei Academy, he still had to take Pei Yanran back to Liangzhou to get married.
Kill them all...
This is naturally even more impossible!
This southern barbarian land has a population of 800,000! In this era, population is the biggest dividend!
The Southern Barbarians who cannot be seen at a glance are all wealth!
"General Qin, what should we do with these people?"
Huo Buquli appeared next to Qin Changfeng and asked worriedly.
These people are bonuses, and naturally they are also potential threats. Eight hundred thousand! If anyone among these eight hundred thousand rises up, the harm caused will still be great.
Qin Changfeng laughed and said: "In the early stage, we have to trouble General Huo Bu and impose military control for a period of time. Then we can copy the points management system of Yintan City. That will be enough."
Huo Bu smiled honestly: "This is a trivial matter."
Now that Liangshan has been stabilized, his younger brother can take care of the government affairs there. Huo Buquli, who grew up in the Southern Barbarian land, naturally knows that if he can truly control the Southern Barbarian land, it will be a big deal for Liu
For the governor, this is of great help.
South of Caiyun, there are rich resources.
There are treasures everywhere in the mountains!
However......
He still didn't know Liu Zheng's grand goal.
In Caiyunzhinan, what he really cares about is the "non-ferrous metals", which is the biggest reason why he places his science and technology research laboratory in Liangshan Academy. Of course, the talents of Liangshan Academy are still very important, but the resources
, is what he values most. If we want to develop science and technology, physics and chemistry, how can we do without these non-ferrous metals?
at last.
This place will also become his opium poppy planting base.
scale!
He wants to start poppy cultivation on a large scale.
"Quick, quick, quick, here, don't wait around, come in! There are ten people in a room, and you will start working when you get up tomorrow. Listen to me. If you work, you will have food and meat. If you have other thoughts, you can
Don’t blame the military men!”
The Nanzhao people were quickly put down under the threat of whips and swords.
A lot of poppy seeds were distributed.
Huo Buquli had been watching from the side and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He could almost imagine it now.
These poppies, when mature, will be both charming and terrifying.
Liu Zhizhou......
Are you a human or a god?
...
There was a deathly silence in the whole place.
This time, there was also panic in the silence.
So a long time.
It lasted a long time.
"Be bold!"
"Liu Zhizhou, what are you talking about!"
"presumptuous!"
"Are you cursing the Holy One?"
Soon, the civil and military ministers at the scene, like filial sons and virtuous grandsons, ran out and pointed at Liu Zhizhou angrily. They were furious.
In the feudal dynasty, who dared to discuss the life span of the Holy Emperor so openly?
and......
What do you mean?
Wish the Holy One a year of longevity? It means that the Holy One is about to die, so he misses you so much?