"That's good. I don't care how you deal with them, but I haven't done anything to my own clansmen. We're happy to join the Han Tribe as well. I only hope you won't condemn everyone with one blow."
Hearing Tang Yao say this, several Patriarchs from Panshi Commandery, Taigang Commandery, Haizhou Commandery, Ningbo Commandery, and Ganquan Commandery breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, although some of these Patriarchs were unhappy about joining the Han Tribe, they were not so opposed to it. After all, the fundamental structure of the Tang Tribe and the Han Tribe was no different. Both were formed from many clans gathered together. No matter which tribe they joined, they would not have to change their surnames. So what was wrong with joining a tribe that could give them better lives?
What they feared most was that the Han Tribe would casually find an excuse to kill them all in order to take over their clans more smoothly. That would be going too far.
The Tang Tribe had eight commanderies in all, with more than twenty Patriarchs between them. Not all of them were as inhuman as the Patriarchs of Longxi Commandery and Jinpu Commandery. They had never persecuted the common people of their own clans.
That was not to say they were all good people. They simply had not had such a good opportunity. In fact, when some of the Patriarchs saw Jinpu Commandery planting sorghum on a massive scale and extracting sugar to sell for money, they were green with envy. Unfortunately, the land in their territories did not allow them to do the same.
Although the Han Tribe had given them plenty of grain seeds and Planting Techniques, it almost never exported grain. Its restrictions on grain trade were extremely strict. Even