"On the contrary, Uzang does not have much military strength, but the population there is extremely scattered, and they are all believers of various religions!"
"If you use force to suppress a place like this, it will only have the opposite effect. I know you can conquer and fight well. Our Ming Dynasty is not afraid of Uzang, not even ten!"
"But if we can capture Uzang at a very small cost, why go to war?
Afterwards, we can earn back the money through the tea-horse trade!"
Emperor Chongzhen advised.
Forehead……
"Is this old guy stupid?
I've already said that I don't know how to launch an army. What the hell are you talking about about launching a war? Do you think I only know how to fight?"
Lin Fan cursed in his heart.
Emperor Chongzhen was stunned. How long had it been since he heard Fan'er scolding him in his heart?
I don't know why, but I'm still a little excited.
Just when Emperor Chongzhen was secretly excited, Lin Fan replied: "Father, I have no plans to use troops, I just want to support this holy son."
"kindness?
Support the Son?"
Chongzhen looked puzzled.
"Yes, it is to support the Holy Son. Look, the population of Uzbekistan is scattered and the religions they believe in are also very different. What if we help them and unify their religions?"
Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
"In this way, there will be only one faith left in Uzang. However, by then, the scattered forces of Uzang will be united into one, and won't their military strength be even stronger?"
Emperor Chongzhen said.
"Haha! Your Majesty, according to what I know, there are rich mineral deposits in the Uth Tibetan area, including a huge amount of iron ore!"
"We support a Holy Son, and then use this Holy Son to let the people of Uzang mine mineral deposits, and then we exchange these mineral deposits for materials!"
"In this way, the food they eat belongs to us, and they will be very dependent on us. As time goes by, if we don't attack them, they will naturally have no idea of resistance!"
"During this period, I will ask the Ministry of Industry to build roads in Uzang. When the time is right, I will send a large army to station in Uzang, and then, I will pass my Ming Dynasty's writings there!"
"Haha! By then, the Holy Son of the Western Region will be just the Holy Son of the Western Region!"
Lin Fan said with a smile.
hiss!
Emperor Chongzhen took a breath of air at this time. He discovered that his Fan'er was a monster with extraordinary talents and all kinds of fantastic ideas!
If he really does what he said, Wu Zang will be assimilated by the Ming Dynasty in the future, and the Ming Dynasty will have absolute control over Wu Zang, and his future wealth will be even greater.
"Haha! That's great. Fan'er, you can come up with such a great strategy, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Emperor Chongzhen said with a smile.
"Haha! You still thought that I would tell you earlier. If someone hadn't come to ask me for help yesterday, I wouldn't have known that the Holy Son of the Western Region was here!"
Lin Fan cursed in his heart.
"Your Majesty, I only found out about this when I came to court this morning!"
Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
"Oh! Haha! I almost forgot about this. I was negligent. By the way, you will go see the Holy Son of the Western Region later, but don't be too aggressive, lest you scare him!"
Emperor Chongzhen said.
"Yes! Father!"
Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
Now that he got a satisfactory answer from Lin Fan, Emperor Chongzhen naturally would not keep Lin Fan any longer and let Lin Fan go back.
After returning to the mansion, Lin Fan sent someone to find Nie Xiaoyu and told her that she could bring her brother over. Nie Xiaoyu hurriedly brought her brother to the prince's mansion.
"Your Highness, can we see the Holy Son of the Western Regions today?"
Nie Xiaoyu asked excitedly.
"Today, I will go to see the Holy Son of the Western Region. You can also go with me. However, I don't know whether he can cure the disease. You should be prepared for the worst."
Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
Then, they took Nie Xiaoyu and her brother to the Yixiang Garden of the Ministry of Rites, where the Holy Son of the Western Regions and several old monks were meditating.
The Holy Son is not very old, he looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. Moreover, his hair is black and hangs straight down to his waist. He is also very delicate and pretty. This is actually a woman.
"Holy Son, we have been here for two days. Do you think the Ming Dynasty will agree to our work?"
An old monk stopped meditating and asked in a deep voice.
"There is no need to worry about this matter. The Ming Dynasty was a vast country with abundant resources. One hundred thousand cotton-padded clothes are nothing to them. We can ask for some food when we leave!"
Another person said.
"Haha! We Wuszang often came to the Ming Dynasty to ask for food. Generally speaking, they would give it!"
Another person said.
The Holy Son opened his eyes at this time and said: "Masters, I always feel that something unexpected will happen this time. It will be difficult to get this cotton coat!"
"kindness?
Holy Son, why do you say that?”
one person asked.
"Master, this prince of the Ming Dynasty is not an ordinary person. When I came here, I heard many rumors about him. This person is not very easy to get along with."
The Holy Son said in a deep voice.
"Huh! So what if he's not easy to get along with?
Our Uzang has suffered a heavy snowstorm, haven’t they always regarded our Uzang as the territory of the Ming Dynasty?”
"Then our people should also be the people of the Ming Dynasty. If they don't give us cotton clothes and food, it can't be justified, right?"
An old monk said coldly.
"I hope so!"
The Holy Son said in a deep voice.
At this time, Lin Fan led people to Yixiang Garden. When he saw Shengzi and others meditating, Lin Fan glanced around and found that the woman was relatively young.
Unexpectedly, the Holy Son of their generation was actually a woman, and she was quite pretty. It was a pity that this Holy Son would not be able to get married and have children.
Lin Fan sighed in his heart and said, "Are you the Holy Son of the Western Region and his party?"
The Holy Son opened his eyes, saw Lin Fan, and said solemnly: "I am the Holy Son of the Western Region, don't you know this benefactor?"
"I am Lin Fan, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty. I am here specifically to meet you!"
Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
"Oh! Are you the prince of the Ming Dynasty?
Please forgive me for being rude, but we have to meditate every day, and we cannot stand up to salute before the end!"
The Holy Son said in a deep voice.
"Haha! It doesn't matter. I'm not the kind of person who has to follow rules in everything I do. You can continue to meditate."
Lin Fan said with a smile.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your understanding."
The Holy Son said in a deep voice.
Then, they began to meditate. Lin Fan had some stools brought over and sat in front of them, waiting for them to meditate.
The old monks opened their eyes slightly and looked at Lin Fan sitting there waiting, feeling a little proud in their hearts. It seemed that the prince of the Ming Dynasty also respected them!
After another half an hour, the Holy Son opened his eyes and his body relaxed a lot.