Chengtianmen is located in the south of the entire capital, far away from the Yangtze River. Since you want to go to Henan by sea, you have to go through the Yangtze River. It would be better to collect the grain directly at Dinghuai Gate, which can be shipped immediately and save time. Otherwise, if the people bring the grain to Chengtian Gate, the court will need to transport the grain to Dinghuai Gate again. In this case, it is better to directly Let the people take the food to Dinghuai Gate by themselves. Secondly, the outside of Dinghuai Gate is much wider than the Chengtian Gate, making it easier to collect food.
"allow!"
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The news that the emperor ordered to borrow food from the people was like a powerful storm, spreading in all directions in an instant.
Tianjie Temple.
Zong Lai was practicing meditation in the Zen room when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Master." Shi Zhicong saluted with his hands clasped together.
"What's the matter?" Zong Long slowly opened his eyes and glanced at his disciple.
"The emperor is outside Chengtian Gate today, raising food from the people to save Henan..."
After Zong Lai heard this, he couldn't help but tremble in his body even with his determination. The emperor borrowed food from the people, which had never happened since ancient times.
"Is the disaster so bad? Amitabha~" Zong Lai's face looked a little pale, and he slowly closed his eyes with unbearability.
Shi Zhicong just felt that this matter was too big and it was necessary to let the master know, but he did not expect that the master would be so shocked.
"Master~" Shi Zhicong not only exclaimed.
Zong Lai suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.
"Zhi Cong."
"The disciple is here."
"Give me the order to leave a month's worth of food in the temple, and take all the rest to follow the poor monk to the palace."
"Master!" Shi Zhicong couldn't help but exclaimed, gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but persuade: "Master, the emperor said that the food will be returned after one month, but what if it cannot be returned after one month? There is a drought this year, and there is a shortage everywhere. The temple has sent food out over and over again. What is left now is just for the temple. If it is taken out and there is no food after a month, wouldn't it destroy the whole temple? Besides, the emperor Even the property in the temple has to be taken away, so why bother..."
Seeing this, Zong Lai shook his head and sighed: "You, follow the poor monk to learn
He has been a Buddhist for more than ten years, but his determination is inferior to that of a non-Buddhist. " Zong Long recalled Han Du's smiling face and couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart.
"Someone once warned a poor monk that instead of molding the golden body of my Buddha in the Mahavira Hall, it is better to mold the golden body in the hearts of the people all over the world. If the skin is not there, how will the hair be attached? Without the people, how can you and I be able to live in this Zen room? Are you eating fast and chanting Buddha’s name here?”
Zong Lai did not give his disciples a chance to refute, and directly waved his hand and said: "Go and do it. In addition, tell the other two temples and all the believers about the temple's food donation, and tell them that this is a great merit and must be done."
"yes."
After noon that day, Zong Lai entered the palace with 20,000 loads of grain.
Lao Zhu surprisingly did not review the memorial today, but just sat quietly on the dragon chair. He sat there all day without eating or drinking water, which made the old eunuch beside him worried.
When Zong Lai came, he happened to see the emperor's sad face. Zong Lai is one of the few people who can enter and leave the palace without any knowledge. Even if Han Du wants to meet Lao Zhu, even if he has a waist card, he still has to stand outside the palace gate and wait for the call.
"Poor monk, pay homage to the Emperor."
Only then did Lao Zhu come back to his senses and saw that it was Zong Di who was coming. He forced a smile and said in a reminiscing tone, "Is the scholar Zong Di here?"
After pretending to fiddle with the memorial twice to make it look like he was reviewing the memorial, Lao Zhu concealed his sorrow and asked with a smile: "Why is Scholar Lu free to come here today? Do you want to lecture me?"
Zong Lai shook his head, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said: "The poor monk came here today, neither to lecture on the scriptures nor to preach. The poor monk brought 30,000 loads of food into the palace today. Although it was a drop in the bucket, it could still provide some relief. Crisis."
Lao Zhu glanced at Zong Li solemnly, and after a moment, he sighed and said: "You have taken out so much food, I'm afraid there won't be much left in Tianjie Temple."
Zong Lai smiled slightly and said nonchalantly: "Since the emperor only left a month's worth of food for himself, the poor monk only left a month's worth of food for Tianjie Temple."
Lao Zhu was very moved, but his expression did not change and he asked: "Aren't you afraid~"
"The emperor is not afraid, so what is the poor monk afraid of?" Zong Li smiled without fear, "Besides, this poor monk has had enough of this world. It would be a great blessing if he could reach bliss early.
thing. "
"What a spirit. You are truly a scholar." Lao Zhu laughed loudly.
Zong Long just lowered his head and smiled. He didn't care about anything about being brave or not.
Lao Zhu also felt that using courage to describe Zong Lai seemed to be a bit derogatory. Then he changed his words and said, "Young scholar, you have such a good opportunity, why don't you tell me a lesson?"
When did this happen? The emperor is still in the mood to listen to the Fa? Zong Long was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.
He nodded and said, "Okay."
After thinking for a while, Zong Ai said: "The poor monk will tell the emperor about the Buddha cutting his flesh to feed the eagles..."
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Han Du set up a formation outside Dinghuai Gate and began to collect grain.
After hearing the emperor's declaration outside Chengtian Gate, the people began to donate generously out of trust in the emperor. In just half a day, crowds of people began to appear outside Dinghuai Gate.
Han Du arranged for hundreds of scribes to collect grain non-stop. Facing millions of people in the capital, they were completely overwhelmed. It seemed very busy, but in fact not much food was harvested.
The reason is that the people themselves don't have much food. Even if they do, how much they can produce is still a problem.
The people are just giving out grains one liter per liter and one bucket per liter. Even if a small amount adds up to a large amount, the final amount of food that can be obtained must be quite a lot. But the trouble is that it takes too much time.
Now, what the people of Henan lack most is time.
Just when Han Du's heart was boiling and he was secretly anxious.
A long convoy, loaded with food, came out of the city wall. The carts of grain were lined up in a long queue, and among the people carrying them shoulder to shoulder, they looked like they were standing out from the crowd.
Even Han Du was attracted by these carriages and couldn't help but wonder who could be so generous and bring so much food at once.
Fu Yong hailed the carriage and walked up to Han Du. Smiling, he cupped his hands and said, "Fu Yong, a common man, pays homage to my uncle."
"Who are you?" Han Du looked familiar to Fu Yong and asked doubtfully, "Have we met somewhere?"
Fu Yong smiled and said: "Uncle is a noble man who forgets things. Last year, he bought cotton at a high price. The villain was carrying the cotton back to Beijing, but was stopped by the people from the inspection department. In the end, it was the uncle who came to solve the problem. Where is your circumference?"
