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In the spring of the eleventh year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Yunnan Road, Dali Prefecture.

The bells of Chongsheng Temple echoed. Gao Changshou handed an urn into the hands of the abbot monk Shi Juexing. He sighed and slowly let go of his hand.

There is a spiritual tablet in the incense hall, which reads: "Therefore, the young master of the Tang Dynasty, Duke of Dian, Yunnan Xuanwei Envoy, Gao Gong, tabooed the spiritual position of Qiong."

The young people kneeling in the courtyard were still crying. Gao Changshou walked over and said, "Go back."

"Uncle, my father left like this."

"Don't cry. My eldest brother has often said that he has suffered from illness over the years. Now that all his wishes have been fulfilled, being able to leave is also a relief."

Gao Changshou comforted his nephew, looked up and saw three tall towers contrasting with Cangshan Mountain, and felt his luck.

In the troubled times of the past, not to mention the common people who lived like ants, but also the relatives and friends around him, how many people died in battles and diseases. However, since he met His Majesty in Luzhou, except for a few thrilling escapes, he has followed the steps step by step.

He gradually became the uncle of the current dynasty and the king of Yunnan.

But he actually felt a little uneasy.

Because of the Tang Dynasty, he was the only one who was granted the title of king with a different surname and lived in the border areas of the vassal state.

In the past, it could be said that Yunnan was remote and remote and the Gao family settled here. However, with the proper management of Zhaotong, the establishment of official channels, and the gradual prosperity of culture and education, Gao Changshou often wondered whether His Majesty regretted his promise to divide Yunnan.

king?

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On this day, when I returned to Dali City, an official immediately came forward and reported: "Your Majesty, there is an envoy from Bagan who wants to see you."

"Envoy from Bagan?" Gao Changshou asked, "Did you agree to pay tribute? Since there is an envoy coming, why didn't you inform them beforehand?"

"The envoy came unexpectedly."

"Summon him."

The next day, envoys from the Bagan Dynasty of Myanmar arrived in Dali.

The envoy's name was Manzhi Busuan, but he was somewhat arrogant when facing Gao Changshou.

Probably because in his eyes, the transition from Dali's destruction of the country, its surrender to Mongolia, and what it has become to the New Tang Dynasty today was only twenty or thirty years. In comparison, the Bagan dynasty has been in existence for more than 400 years and unified Myanmar for 200 years.

More than a year.

Therefore, when Gao Changshou asked about the Bagan dynasty's attitude towards tribute, he quickly shook his head.

"The King of Yunnan has misunderstood. I came here this time for the sake of the rebels."

After hearing what the translator said, Gao Changshou looked displeased and said calmly: "I have never heard of any rebels."

"There was a Shan rebellion near the Nu River and Lancang River in northern Myanmar. After the rebels were defeated by us, they fled to Yunnan." Busy Zhi said: "But you took in these rebels and refused to hand them over.

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Gao Changshou said: "The Shan people were originally citizens of Dali. Now that they have returned to the country, they are the people of the Tang Dynasty. How can I leave them to you?"

Busy Zhifu was shocked and said: "Is the King of Yunnan going to interfere in Bagan's state affairs?!"

"In the seventh year since the founding of the Tong Dynasty, my emperor ordered Burma to come to the DPRK, but you have refused to send envoys so far. Since you are not a vassal of the Tang Dynasty, how dare you boss me around and let the Tang Dynasty deal with the rebels for you?!"

"Housing these rebels will bring trouble to Yunnan, I'm afraid you can't afford it."

Gao Changshou said calmly: "If you offend the Tang Dynasty, the consequences will not be something a small country like you can afford."

"..."

The messenger retreated.

Gao Anqing was thoughtful and asked: "Did my father deliberately provoke the envoy to attack Burma?"

He is the eldest son of Gao Changshou. He is twenty-two years old this year. His personality is like his mother Duan Miaoyin, a bit gentle.

"It has only been five years since Jiangnan was pacified. Your Majesty has no plans to attack Burma yet." Gao Changshou said: "When we have accumulated national strength, we will conquer the north first, and will not take care of the south so quickly."

"Yes, then do you still order the general to continue to accommodate Burmese refugees to reclaim wasteland?"

"Of course." Gao Changshou didn't like his son's indecisiveness, and was especially harsh when facing him, "Even if you don't attack Burma for the time being, are you really worried about angering him?"

"My child knows that he is wrong, so he will make arrangements."

Gao Changshou nodded and said: "Remember, whether to conquer Burma or not, the key lies in two points, one is agriculture, and the other is medicine. When the country was first established, the land was vast and sparsely populated. If there was not enough food and grass supply, the barren country would be conquered.

What is the use of the land? The land is hot and prone to fever and diseases. If the doctors do not have enough medicinal materials, why will the soldiers be willing to garrison it?"

Gao Anqing agreed honestly.

"I have to go see the crops your Majesty sent." Gao Changshou stood up and murmured to himself.

This is the eleventh year of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Double-cropping rice, which has been cultivated for many years in Lianghu, Sichuan, Sichuan and other places, has been widely planted in Yunnan. Ships returning from the ocean just brought potato, corn and other crop seeds last year.

Yunnan was in a period of great agricultural development, so Gao Changshou deliberately attracted Burmese refugees into Yunnan.

He is looking forward to the changes that the harvest will bring to Yunnan.

Perhaps, the hidden worries in my heart can also be solved through this.

~~

September, the eighteenth year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

It was a rare year without any disasters. Yunnan's states and counties had a bumper rice harvest. In addition, potato production in Zhaotong, Xuanwei and other places, and corn production in Wenliang, Huize and other places also increased dramatically.

In the southernmost part of Yunnan Road, in the newly established Mengban County, 10,000 acres of rice fields have also been cultivated.

The officials and people of Lufu Prefecture and County were all happy to have a prosperous year, but Gao Changshou thought even more.

He wrote a memorial, and at the end of the year, he took his eldest son Gao Anqing on his way to the capital to report on his work.

After leaving Longshou Pass, Gao Anqing looked back, a look of worry appeared on his face, and couldn't help but ask Gao Changshou a question.

"Father, because we have taken in the Shan people, the conflict with Myanmar has become more and more intense. What if..."

"What do you mean 'because we are hosting the Shan people'?" Gao Changshou frowned and said, "Because Emperor Narati Hobo was tyrannical and cruel, forcing his people to have no way out and making the border uneasy, but who taught you right and wrong?

No distinction?!”

Gao Anqing said: "My child knows that he is wrong. He is worried that if his father is not in Yunnan, Myanmar will send troops to attack..."

"Don't worry." Gao Changshou said calmly: "Even if there is no King of Yunnan in Yunnan, the Southwest Frontier Army will not let foreign invaders enter."

This sentence had some other meaning, but Gao Anqing didn't fully understand it for a while.

He is not the prince of Yunnan yet.

~~

The first month of the nineteenth year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Miyagi.

When Li Xia dismissed the palace attendants and whispered to Gao Changshou, he said: "I have been holding back your memorial request for the crown prince for more than ten years. It's not that I want to go back on my word and deny the hereditary title to the Gao family. It's that.

I have been thinking about whether the Gao family's fiefdom can be moved further south?"

Gao Changshou understood the idea and responded: "I came to Beijing to report on my duties this time because I want to ask your Majesty to send troops to conquer Burma."

"Don't worry. In the past few years, we have conquered Haidu, Goryeo, and Japan. Now the war with the Golden Khanate in the Western Regions is still going on. The imperial court is not ready to send troops to Burma."

Gao Changshou said: "I have brought several Burmese people with me this time. Can you please summon your majesty?"

"Call."

A thin, dark man was brought into the hall.

This was the first time in his life that he had seen such a magnificent and spacious palace. Although he was scared, he couldn't help but peek around. His palms were sweaty because of nervousness, and he kept wiping them on his clothes.

"Ahe, a small foreigner, pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor. Long live Your Majesty."

"Can you speak Chinese? Who taught you Chinese?"

Ah He shivered nervously and replied: "Zhuge Wuhou taught me."

"Marquis Zhuge Wu?"

Li Xia was surprised at first, and then he understood after asking a few more questions. It turned out that after Zhuge Liang pacified Nanzhong, he persuaded the barbarians to build castles and farm mulberry trees, so that the barbarians moved from the mountains and forests to the plains. This had a profound impact on many people on the border of Myanmar.

Influence.

Therefore, there are many Zhuge Wuhou temples in northern Myanmar, and some people regard them as gods and call them "Grandpa and Grandpa".

There are still some people who can speak Chinese in the Zhuge Wuhou Temple. Ahe learned Chinese from the temple. He was stumbling at first, but he only became fluent in the past few years after he fled to Yunnan.

"Your Majesty, if we want to survive, we have to flee to the Tang Dynasty. The children speak Chinese, and most of them speak Chinese."

Li Xia asked: "Why can't I live?"

Ahe looked timid, but his words were quite organized, and he responded: "King Naratihopodi only cares about his own enjoyment and does not care about the life and death of the people. He ordered the construction of a big pagoda to pray for him. The treasury has been exhausted. He wants to

They force us to pay grain and perform labor services. People say that 'the king dies when the pagoda is built', but the pagoda is being built every year, and the king is not dead yet. Even the Buddha only bless the king who can build the pagoda..."

Faint King, what kind of life the people lived under the rule of a tyrant is already somewhat unfamiliar to the Central Plains.
To be continued...