What they need...is...saints?"

Lan Li was determined to talk about educators, but after thinking about it, he finally spit out the word "saint".

All right.

In this era of extreme lack of education.

Except for the saints.

He really couldn't have anyone else who could enlighten these wild savages in the wild land!

"No!"

Renley thought very well.

But who would have thought that Dongfang Baique said another word indifferently:

“What they need is not a saint who teaches them morality, but a God who suppresses everything with force!

You saints among the Song people may not live for three days when you come here.

But God can!

Learn to be in awe with bloodshed.

Forced them to work.

Use pain to make them know the beauty of life.

With death and reincarnation, they hope to become the best man in the next life!”

"If you want to be free from birth and become a superior person in the next life, you must listen to the words of 'God'?"

"That's right!"

"You're talking about turning them into slaves..."

"You can think so."

The carriage was still moving forward, and the conversation between the two did not end.

The more Dongfang Bai, who walked out of this forest, loved the life of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the more Lan Li, who came from the Southern Song Dynasty, hated the desolate 100,000 mountains of Nanzhao!

Perhaps it is because of the different educations received since childhood, which leads to a huge difference in the world view between the two.

Just like Lanley, she hopes to throw these people into factories, minerals, and farmlands to work.

Dongfang Bai hopes to arm these wild people and seize ready-made land, cities, population, and even people.

There was a big conflict between the two.

But there is one thing that is surprisingly similar.

"So, we all feel that these people are no longer saved..."

......

......

There is no large-scale popular education.

There is no need to use a knife to suppress the pressure of them to study.

Even if there are books in front of them, they are unwilling to study.

It was the Nanzhao Kingdom who invited 100 professors to farm from the Southern Song Dynasty.

After a few years, I guess there will be no more than three hundred people willing to go there.

This was the result of the force of the Nanzhao king under the pressure of powerful power.

And the grain and fruits planted by these farmers.

I am afraid that before I mature, I will be stolen by other savages!

The road to Nanzhao is easier to walk than what Lan Li thought.

There are many woods here.

But the mountains are all small hills with low slopes.

The carriage can be easily climbed up.

In this way, it took three days for Lan Li and his group to arrive at the capital of Nanzhao, Nanzhao City.

A small town.

In terms of the scale of the building in the Southern Song Dynasty, this "city" accumulated entirely from soil and rocks is the size of Muhe City at that time.

The population is only tens of thousands.

But it's pretty OK.

At least the pedestrians in Nanzhao City seem much more civilized than other savages.

The sour smell in the city also makes it even worse...

The wheels of the carriage crushed on the gravel road with a layer of sand and soil, attracting the attention of many Nanzhao people on the street.

Very curious.

Because they have not seen a caravan coming to Nanzhao for many years.

Especially the body of the Lan family guards, the armor that was flashing with a faint light in the sun, made these Nanzhao people look straight.

Some people have secretly pulled out daggers from behind.

What's more, he picked up stones stained with excrement from the ground and went far to the convoy.

Before entering the city, Lan Li thought that the procedures needed to enter and exit Nanzhao Kingdom.

But when he saw those soldiers guarding the city like militias in the Southern Song Dynasty, except for holding a wooden pole, they were robbed.

All the fantasies about Nanzhao Kingdom in my mind have been completely dispelled.

"Just like this, I will give you five hundred soldiers to destroy the country!!!"

Slap on the table.

Lan Li's face was full of anger!

Now, he may have learned that Ban Chao had the feeling of destroying the "dozens of countries in the Western Regions" with dozens of followers.

Can this kind of place be called a country?

Can there be a hundred and eighty people, dozens of knives, who can steal a mountain and build a copycat, and then you can claim to be the king?

Does Zixuan live in this place?

How can it be?

How can it be!

"Zuo Zhong! No matter what else!

With the shortest time! The shortest distance!

I want to see the Temple of the Virgin appear in front of me!

Now! Immediately! Now!!!”

Renli and Machezhong roared angryly.

All those who hear it can feel the anger in their son's heart.

Soldiers take obeying orders as their duty.

This was even more true for retainers in ancient times!

Just one sentence of the king being humiliated and the minister being killed can summarize everything!

Not to mention, the head of the family is angry because of the mistress...

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Riding a horse and whip.

Zuo Zhong put down the long sword in his hand and rushed forward with a horse.

There is no obstacle ahead of the road.

Because these Nanzhao people suddenly saw a "sized" convoy entering the city, they had already flashed to both sides of the road.

The convoy passed by, bringing a large amount of dust.

This pleasure of riding a horse running wildly in the city made Zuo Zhong's eyes turn red!

"Get out of the way!!!"

With a bang.

The crazy horses hit several Nanzhao soldiers holding shields.

I saw a strong Mongolian horse raising its horse's hooves.
To be continued...