People are selfish, even under the Islamic rule of the Grand Commune.

Not to mention that the limited grassland resources are almost divided, the annual pension system alone makes the Syrian tribes reluctant to let more Arab tribes enter.

Muhammad established a rule that the Arab Empire levy a poll tax from the vassal tribes every year, and the rest of the tax was distributed among the Muslims according to the capitation, except for the government and military expenses.

The empire was already torn apart, the annuity had shrunk pitifully, and the 200,000 Arabs were crowded in, which had to dilute the vested interests even more.

In particular, these 200,000 or so people are mainly Shiites, but Hussein's Syrian regime is dominated by Hawariji, and the leaders of the Hawariji faction in Damascus absolutely do not want to see the rise of other factional beliefs in their own jurisdiction.

So with this military interception.

Seeing that Caliph Hussein was really angry, and just stood behind him shouting, the fat Arab official hurriedly ran over, and in the face of Hussein's anger, the fat man spread his hands and explained with a sad face.

"Caliph, it's not that we don't let these fellow blood relatives in, it's that these people are so hateful! A few days ago, the first tribe to enter Syria robbed the pastures of the Khaleb tribe, and they are still unruly and robbing your subordinates of their wealth everywhere, so you can't let them in! ”

The fat man was Abdul, the son of the previous Hawariji caliph Zubair, and seeing his excited appearance, even Hussein had to soften his attitude, but he took the fat man's hand to the side and whispered persuasion.

"Abdul, my brother, the Lord has given us eyes to see the long term and not to focus on the immediate ......"

"But even in the long run, I don't see what they can do to the Havalijites, to Damascus, as much as the Jews, the Persians, who pay the poll tax!"

The fat man excitedly interrupted Hussein's words again, forcing Hussain to shake his head again in distress.

"The Min people will arrive soon, I can smell the smell of their war horses and the smell of metal in the air, the Min people are far more powerful than Persia, the next time they come, there will be more than the last 300,000 troops, maybe 700,000, 800,000, or even 1 million, more than we imagined!"

"This is by no means alarmist!"

Hussein solemnly continued to expand the size of his arms, looking at his solemn appearance, Abdul couldn't help but gasp and lowered his head. Sighing at his appearance, Hussein stretched out his hand and pointed to the Arab tribe who was still being intercepted outside the fence and continued.

"Therefore, at this time, we can't let go of any help, the Fujian people are mediocre, thinking that they can overwhelm us with the scarcity of food, let us refuse, cannibalism, but we have to show the brotherhood of the Fujian Arabs!"

"For the sake of Great Arabia!"

Listening to Hussein's persuasion, Abdul finally nodded helplessly: "For the sake of Great Arabia!" When I go back, I will persuade the chiefs of Damascus. ”

After a brief communication, the stronghold intercepted at Mount Lebanon was finally withdrawn, and amid cheers, they were expelled by the Great Min, and the Arab tribes who had left their homeland poured into Syria like rolling water.

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Hussein was the last great ruler, not extravagant, not extravagant, and full of enthusiasm for his own efforts, but after all, he was the Arab caliph, in order to settle the refugees in Mesopotamia, near Damascus, the caliphate's forbidden army dispersed many Jews, Persians and Greek communities who had settled in the local area for hundreds of years and even converted to Christianity, and countless people were displaced, vacating a small place to live.

I also have to admire his personality charm, much less than what Da Min gave, dilapidated houses, barren cultivated fields, and livestock were not given much, which was several times worse than Da Min's farm, but in Hussein's apologetic voice behind the mask, all the tribes were grateful to Dade and settled down.

Although, not everyone is satisfied.

Lying on the dilapidated wooden roof that had been distributed to him, Emwachi looked down irritably, the barren ploughed fields, the thin camels, all of which made him look invisible, and the most important thing for him was the loss of tobacco, and he spent seven or eight nights in the prisoner camp with a flute every night, and the cigarette and wine did not leave his mouth, and he was cold and all this was gone, which made him quite uncomfortable.

The uncomfortable intensity of the cigarette addiction made Emwakiin twist and twitch like a sheep.

Just when he was lazily lying on the roof, he felt uncomfortable, and a surprised sound from under the house made him jump up as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion.

"Elder, there's a bag of gold here!"

Jumping off the roof in a rage, Emwachiin knocked over the half-sized boy who was holding a cloth bag and screamed in surprise like a wild beast, hugged the bag full of gold and silver coins to his chest, and roared ferociously: "This is Lao Tzu, who dares to rob Lao Tzu and chop him!"

With the support of several young people, the Arab elder who was already in his sixties staggered over, glanced at the half-sized man whose mouth was cracked and dared not speak angrily, and then looked at Emwaqiin, who was holding the cloth bag like a madman, and then stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"Hand it over, Em!"

"Why, this is the spoils of my earnings, desperately saved!" Scrooge hugged the bag like that, Emwaqi roared viciously, his eyes were red like a rabies dog, and his fierce appearance Even the old imam couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but he still stretched out his hand without giving an inch.

"Just because you're a member of the Ishmu clan! Caliph Hussein, Lord Hussein, needs money to go to Egypt to buy food to get you through this winter, so hand it over! ”

"Hand it over!"

"You're still not a member of the clan!"

On weekdays, Emwaqiin does not bully people of the same clan, and this will follow this reason, and the Arab men and women surrounded by the inner and outer three layers are also shouting, seeing that several dog legs who follow him on weekdays are timidly and shouting, and Emwaqiin, who is also panicked, has to throw back the money bag that is still stained with dirt and buried in the ground that he cherishes.

"Damn Hussein!" Cursing viciously, he turned back and went into the room, the Arab scoundrel still roaring in anger.

In Damin, the grain cultivated is their own, and here, a lot of the cultivated food has to be handed over to the Caliphate's treasury, but when it is forced to do their part, many men and women of the tribe still have to grit their teeth and do farm work clumsily.

Some Arab prime-aged men who had served as soldiers were also called up to join the caliph's army, and each person issued a rudimentary scimitar was considered an army, which was simply not the same as that of Damin, but it was like this, and the Arab clans who moved in also gritted their teeth and endured.

Someone tried to knock on the door and call Emwachiin to go with him, but when he thought of his hideous appearance, he shrank back.

In the evening, the clans after a tiring day finally gathered together for dinner, only slightly stronger than the camp of the Great Min prisoners, a large handful of dry dates, a few large pieces of dough as hard as wood, it was also at this time that Emwachiin rushed out of the house, grabbed the largest and fullest string of dates with both hands, turned around and ran towards the back mountain.

The old man hadn't moved yet, which broke the rules of the Arabs, and the Arab boy who had been beaten at noon stood up and wanted to chase after him, but before he could take two steps, he was pulled back by the old imam.

"Forget it!"

Listening to the old imam's persuasion, the angry young man sat back in anger and took the dry and blackened dates that were given to him.

Hiding in the back mountain, Rao is eating the best dates, Emwaqiin still scolded non-stop in his mouth, and threw the date cores indiscriminately, startling a group of birds in the mountain.

But scolding and scolding, the Arab ruffian suddenly twitched his nose hard, and immediately found a carrion vulture, and ran madly to a smoking bush not far away, picking up the leaves, and the two men in the grass were sitting comfortably cross-legged on the ground, smoking dry cigarettes.

An Arab. A Tang man!!

If it were any Arab, he would probably have either drawn his sword or shouted at the Tang people, but what he saw was Emwachiin, as if he had seen his master's dog, and the strong Arab man rubbed his hands together and squeezed beside the two of them with pleading.

"Can you give Lao Tzu a sip?"

Glancing at him, Zheng Maichen generously stuffed the cigarette stick to the side: "Smoke."

Almost impatiently, he stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, and didn't even care about the residual saliva of Zheng Maichen on it, and inhaled a big puff into his lungs.

Seeing this person's appearance, he secretly glanced at the album painted by the black capital in his sleeve, and the profiteer who bought the murder couldn't help but look at Aziz more proudly.

The tacit understanding was also quickly turned out of a cloth bag from the box behind him, and shook it slightly, the crisp and pleasant sound of metal collision made Emwachiin, who was addicted to tobacco, couldn't help but turn his head, and his eyes showed a greedy gaze.

"Boy, do you want to make money? Gold, silver, copper, lots and lots of money! ”

Zheng Maichen's voice of coaxing the foreign gladiators sounded in his ears, and his eyes were full of money bags swaying up and down, and Emwakiin, the Arab ruffian, nodded fiercely without even thinking about it.

The dark deal, which no one knew about, went on for a quarter of an hour, with a smoking gun in hand, Emwachiin walked back with a cloud of contentment, and the money bag clanged on his waist.

In the grass, Zheng Maichen was also greedy and drew a fish symbol under the portrait in the album given to him by Heidu, and he also shook his head and laughed with satisfaction.

"Another stinky fish has been hooked!"