Lao Zhu understood what Han Du meant as soon as he heard it.
Temples all over the world have a lot of land, and Tianjie Temple alone has tens of thousands of acres of land. How much grain will be produced in these fields every year, and how much cloth can be produced?
Thinking about a place like a monastery where the output and demand are equally huge, whether they are selling or buying, even if the transaction volume is huge, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is an ordinary thing and will not happen at all. Attention-grabbing.
From this point of view, it is not unreasonable for Han Du to doubt the temple. If those who print treasure banknotes privately want to find a channel to flow out treasure banknotes, there is really no more convenient way than Buddhism.
Moreover, each of these temples is very rich! The temple itself alone contains a large amount of gold and silver.
Judging from the example of Handu, the temple is indeed very questionable.
But after Lao Zhu heard this, he remained calm.
When Han Du saw this, he wisely shut his mouth and said no more. Logically speaking, Lao Zhu should be very resentful towards those who secretly printed treasure banknotes. No matter who dares to have anything to do with those people, they will definitely not be able to escape Lao Zhu’s butcher knife. After all, Lao Zhu's direct imperial grandson died in the hands of those people, so it's strange that Lao Zhu doesn't want revenge.
But what makes Han Du confused is that Lao Zhu has fallen silent now. There must be some inside story that makes Lao Zhu feel troublesome, so that this situation is possible.
After a long time, Lao Zhu raised his eyes and glanced at Han Du, and said in a deep voice: "It's not that I don't know that monks are not engaged in production, and temples buy and occupy fields. But you know why, although I have set up the Senglu Division to manage the monks in the world, But didn’t they persecute them too harshly?”
As soon as Han Du heard the word "but", his heart skipped a beat and he felt something was wrong. Because there is usually a touching story behind but, Han Du doesn't want to hear the story. But Han Du had to listen to Lao Zhu's story, and he didn't dare not listen.
Not only did he not dare not listen, he even gave him timely compliments, allowing Lao Zhu to continue speaking smoothly.
"Why?"
Lao Zhu glanced at Han Du and said calmly: "This is related to my experience. When I was in trouble, after all, I became a monk in Huangjue Temple and survived by relying on the support of the temple. From this point of view, He said, Buddhism is kind to me. Therefore, as long as they have not committed a heinous crime, and as long as the evidence is not conclusive, I will not punish them. Do you understand?"
Han Du couldn't help but take a deep breath and blamed himself in his heart, why did he forget this incident?
Lao Zhu founded the Ming Dynasty with filial piety. This filial piety is not only "the king of heaven and earth, relatives and teachers", but also includes the kindness between people. Lao Zhu became a monk in Huangjue Temple for several years. To a certain extent, it can be said that Huangjue Temple raised him. Life-saving grace is greater than heaven. Without iron-clad evidence, it is impossible for Lao Zhu to deal with Buddhism.
Moreover, this evidence is not the kind to show to Lao Zhu, it just needs to be passable. But it must be shown to the world, so that after seeing it, the world will feel that Buddhism is indeed heinous, and it must be able to make the world stand on Lao Zhu's side.
"Do you have evidence?"
The more Han Du thought about it, the more he felt that he was really helpless when facing Tianjie Temple. Suddenly hearing Lao Zhu's question, he had no choice but to reply flatteringly: "I'm just reasoning based on logic. As for the evidence, I don't have any."
"Since there isn't, there's nothing to say." Lao Zhu shook his head.
Han Du believed that Lao Zhu definitely wanted to avenge his legitimate grandson, but as Lao Zhu himself said, unless there is sufficient evidence to prove in front of the world that Buddhism is the one who secretly printed treasures and mutilated people, The emperor's grandson, otherwise Lao Zhu would not have taken action rashly.
"But don't worry, although I won't help you, I won't help Tianjie Temple put pressure on you. It's up to you to decide what to do." Lao Zhu expressed his attitude of not helping each other.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Han Du really wanted to thank Lao Zhu. On the surface, Lao Zhu didn't help each other, but in fact he was already protecting Han Du.
After all, if Lao Zhu stands on the side of Tianjie Temple again, it will be a disaster for Han Du.
However, from the non-helpful attitude of Lao Zhu, Han Du knew that the guess he told Lao Zhu still worked. If Lao Zhu had not become suspicious, he would not have said anything about the two not helping each other, but would have simply asked Han Du to go back and release him.
From this point of view, Han Du has achieved his goal. At least now Yao Yue can continue to stay in the Jiaofang Division and it is still safe.
After saying one thing, Han Du drank tea with Lao Zhu for a while.
While drinking, Lao Zhu suddenly asked: "I heard that you changed all the rules for female musicians in the Jiaofang Department?"
"Yes." This matter couldn't be hidden from Lao Zhu, so Han Du could only nod and admit.
Lao Zhu suddenly frowned and said: "You don't want to break the pot, do you? In the past, the Jiaofang Division did not have much profit. Do you just want to just muddle along like this?"
"Your Majesty, the emperor changed the rules just because he didn't want Jiaofang Si to hang around like this." If you want a horse to run well, you must first feed it enough grass. Like before, the female musicians couldn't see a shred of hope and looked lifeless all day long. What else could we do? You must know that Jiaofangsi is an entertainment venue. As a service staff in an entertainment venue, you look melancholy, hopeless, and lifeless all day long. Without even a bit of feasting and joy, how can we develop and make money?
When Lao Zhu saw Han Du quibbling, he wanted to give him a lesson. But when he thought about Han Du, who was the best at sophistry, Lao Zhu simply didn't want to say that. He just said dissatisfiedly, "I don't care what happened to the Jiaofang Division in the past. Anyway, the Jiaofang Division is in your hands from now on. You must give me at least five thousand a year. No, you must give me at least one." Wan Guan comes to the palace. If you can't do it, I'll make it look good for you."
Ten thousand guan!
Jiaofang Si Te is the only government brothel in the entire capital, and it is even the top brothel in the entire capital. The annual income is only 10,000 yuan? No, judging from Lao Zhu’s tone, he might not even have five thousand strings. Lao Zhu roared ten thousand times, which was when the lion opened its mouth.
Although Han Du knew from Grandma Li that the former Jiaofangsi had a hard time and could not make ends meet, he really did not expect that the former Jiaofangsi could not even earn 5,000 guan a year.
You must know that Jiaofangsi is not too strong now, but even so, there are dozens of female musicians alone, plus various handymen, and Jiaofangsi now has a scale of more than a hundred people.
