Lao Zhu burst out laughing and didn't let Queen Ma guess any more. All the girl's actions just now made him completely addicted. He stretched out three fingers, shook them at Queen Ma, and said, "A total of three hundred thousand guan."
"How did he do this?" Queen Ma looked in disbelief. After all, the Jiaofang Division was almost unsustainable before Han Du took over. As soon as Han Du took over, he made 300,000 yuan in a month. This gap is really too huge.
Even the always kind Empress Ma felt that the previous officials were too useless compared to Han Du.
Lao Zhu laughed, spread his hands, and said, "If you ask us, how do we know?"
Lao Zhu was also puzzled, you said that the Jiaofang Secretary needs ten guans just to enter the door, but he has to pay 10 guans just to get in without doing anything. This is simply a money grab under an open fire. No one should be willing to be robbed. Who knew that such an expensive entrance fee would actually attract people to rush in, as if they didn't throw the money to the Jiaofang Secretary? , but they seemed to suffer a loss.
When Empress Ma saw that the emperor was not sure, she didn't ask any more questions. She just sighed and said: "When it comes to making money, Han Du is really quite capable. Look, even if you give him the treasure bank certificate, he won't do it either." I asked you for money, didn't I also make the Baochao Lifting Division prosperous? Now the Jiaofang Division is like this too. Not only did it not ask you for money, but it actually wanted to give you money."
"If you ask me, your Majesty, you can't find another minister like this even if you search all over the civil and military dynasties. Although Ouyang Lun won the Jinshi at a young age, it is also good, but compared with Han Du There was still a big difference. I thought it was better to change my will and fulfill Anqing and Han Du. After all, it was Han Du who saved my life. Wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds to return his life? If Han Du was fulfilled, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds? Du, he should also be able to devote himself more to the emperor."
Lao Zhu listened and recognized Han Du in his heart. After all, no emperor would dislike a minister like Han Du who never asked for money, but instead helped him make money. But regarding the matter of Anqing, Lao Zhu still has some ideas of his own in his heart and cannot agree yet.
"I have my own plan for this matter." Lao Zhu raised his eyes and looked at the void in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.
Queen Ma insisted that she could only stop there and not get entangled in this matter.
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Tianjie Temple.
A beautiful nun stood outside an ordinary Zen room.
Standing in a simple courtyard is a female nun full of renunciation. The breeze does not move and the picture is still. Anyone who sees it will admire the purity and loftiness of the sub-picture.
"Come in." Zong Lai's helpless sigh came from inside the Zen room.
The cold expression on the nun's face suddenly melted away when she heard these words, just like snow melting under the scorching sun. A trace of pride appeared on his face, and he pushed the door open with a smile.
When Zong Lai saw the nun coming in, he sighed and said helplessly: "You have been standing in front of my door for three days. Junior sister, why are you doing this?"
"Senior brother, I have finally found such a disciple who is suitable for me. If I give in here, the Heart Sutra will be lost. Senior brother, how can you go to see the master?" The nun didn't give in at all and said bluntly.
"There are millions of living beings in the world, so why should junior sister be obsessed with one person?" Zong Li closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together, and wanted to persuade him again.
Huixin heard the words and sneered, and said: "Although there are many people in the world, there are not many who are suitable for studying the Heart Sutra. Didn't Senior Brother also miss the Heart Sutra back then? If I miss this girl, who knows whether I can find it in the future. Even if Even if you find one, there's a high chance that it won't be as good as this girl. Since we already have the best, why would a poor nun settle for the second best?"
Zong Yi lowered his head and remained silent, keeping silent.
Huixin looked at Zong Li intently for a long time, and suddenly said with a bit of sigh and a bit of ridicule: "It seems that senior brother has made up his mind not to help me, is he determined to let the master's "Heart Sutra" be lost? "
Facing Huixin's stern questioning, Zong Li could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.
"Junior sister, if you don't have any more disciples, you can find them again. That Han Du is extraordinary, so why do you have to go up against him, junior sister?"
"He held my disciple captive, and now you're going to ask if it's mine?" When Huixin heard Zong Lai's words, she was immediately furious. Suddenly his eyebrows rose and he asked eagerly: "If he refuses to let me go this time, I will never let him go. Senior brother, don't say anything else. Just tell me whether you can help me?"
Zong Long looked at Hui Xin carefully and then shook his head after a long time and said, "I'm afraid this poor monk can't do anything about this matter."
"Hahaha..." Hui Xin burst out laughing when she heard this. After laughing enough, she looked at Zong Li coldly and said sarcastically: "What a helpless person. Senior brother, if you don't want to help, just say so." , why bother using such words to prevaricate me? Senior brother, do you know what people outside are saying about you now?"
Zong Li raised his head, looked at Huixin curiously, and asked softly: "How do you say it?"
Huixin smiled first, then looked at Zong Yi and said with a sneer: "You said that you have a close relationship with the emperor, that you are too involved in government affairs, and there are many more ugly things. Do you want me to tell you one by one?"
Zong Lai's eyes couldn't help but shrink when he heard it, a hint of disappointment flashed inside, but he recovered quickly. He said solemnly: "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will? For the sake of the vast Buddhist sect, this poor monk will not care about these idle words."
"Hahaha, okay, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." Huixin laughed, then said in a calm tone: "Senior brother is indeed the leader of Buddhism in the world, and everything he says and does is of great concern to the world. It's a big deal in Buddhism, but I don't know where my senior brother put the kindness of raising and teaching the master, and I can watch the master break the inheritance."
Huixin stared at Zong Lai, and after a moment, she suddenly turned around. While walking towards the outside of the Zen room, he said: "The poor nun will wait for three more days. Within three days, senior brother should give the poor nun an answer."
After that, he left here without looking back.
Zong Li sat on the futon without saying a word until sunset. Only when he saw his disciple approaching did he slightly raise his head.
He ordered: "Zhi Cong."
"The disciple is here."
"Come here."
The middle-aged monk named Zhi Cong quickly leaned over and approached Zong Lai.
Under Zong Lai's instructions, he kept nodding.
After Zong Lai finished his instructions, he sat upright again and closed his eyes.
Zhi Cong whispered back, "Disciple knows, let's do it now." Then he left the meditation room.
