On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Yang Anxuan led the county officials to the foot of Fuguang Mountain. The foot of the mountain was already crowded, with at least more than 3,000 people gathered.
According to the custom, the road up the mountain is guarded by county soldiers. People cannot climb the mountain without an invitation from the government. Ordinary people have to wait for the officials to go up the mountain first before they can climb the mountain.
A large group of people are waiting for Mr. Yang. The person on the left, E Guan Bo Dai, with white powder on his face and incense, is a member of aristocratic families. Mixed in are some poor clothes and scarves. These are people from poor families.
The one on the right is clothed in brocade and fur, a man of wealth, but the shoes on his feet are one black and one white, which is the unique dress of merchants.
There was a clear distinction between the people on both sides. Although they usually met each other as brothers in wine shops and brothels and sat together to drink wine, on this occasion today, they had never interacted with each other. Many people were very dissatisfied with Chief Yang's invitation to merchants to accompany him.
Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, no one turns around and leaves, and no one is stupid. Master Yang invites everyone to climb up and compose poems today for the purpose of testing the school. If Master Yang can appreciate him and invite him to the government, he will reach the sky in one step.
Seeing Master Yang dismounting, everyone on the left came forward to greet him. Xin He introduced him and Yang Anxuan smiled and greeted him. Seeing that the poor boy was so frail, Yang Anxuan even said a few words of comfort, but it was a pity that he didn't prepare a few furs, otherwise some people would definitely shed tears of gratitude.
The merchants on the other side were timid, wondering if they should step forward to greet Master Yang, and they all looked at Qi Yuan.
Yang Anxuan joked with the nobles, turned around and walked towards the merchants, bowed to the leader of the old man and said: "Weng Qi, it's always nice to see you again."
Qi Weng, Qi Yuan, is sixty-five years old this year. When he was young, he went to the Western Regions with his father to do business and saved up a large business. Not only did he have several shops and restaurants in Xinxi City, but he also had properties in Jingkou, Jiangling and other places.
Qi Yuan saw Yang Anxuan talking to him specifically, his beard trembling with excitement, and said: "Thank you Master Yang for your concern. The old man can eat and sleep, and his body is still strong."
"Weng Qi, thank you for the 200 shi of corn and 20,000 yuan that you sent for this disaster relief. Weng Qi is anxious for justice, so Yang thanked you on behalf of the people of Runan."
Yang Anxuan raised his hands to the people behind Qi Yuan and said, "Thank you for your generous help."
Qi Yuan said enthusiastically: "As a native of Runan County, I naturally have to do my best for my father and fellow villagers. If Master Yang doesn't mind that I am too busy, the Qi family is willing to donate another two hundred shi of food."
"Okay, okay, Qi Weng's righteous deeds and stupid decisions should be widely publicized, so that the people who benefited will be grateful to Qi Weng for his kindness." Yang Anxuan stepped forward to hold Qi Yuan's arm and said with a smile: "Qi Weng, let's climb the mountain together."
The merchants behind Qi Yuan watched with envy as Yang Anxuan walked side by side with Qi Yuan. If he could exchange for walking side by side with Master Yang, it would be worth donating five hundred dan.
There are ancient trees and tall vines in Fuguang Mountain, and streams fly down. You can often see animals and hear the singing of birds, which is beautiful and moving.
The mountain is not high, so everyone reached the top in two quarters of an hour. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the Huaihe River, the sun shines on the river, making it shine like gold, worthy of its name.
There is a Sanqing Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. The Taoist priests in the temple have been notified early and are waiting outside the temple. Yang Anxuan let the people accompanying him do what they wanted, and he followed the master of the temple, Taoist Han, to worship the Three Pure Ones, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, and donated thousands of coins in incense.
Taoist Han diligently led Yang Anxuan and others to browse the scenery in the mountain. During the chat, Yang Anxuan asked: Taoist Han, this is not far from Songshan Mountain. Have you ever heard of Kou Qian's Taoist Kou? "
Taoist Han immediately became excited and said with a bright face: "Of course Pindao knows Master Kou. Master Kou is cultivating Taoism in the stone chamber of Shaoshi Mountain. Pindao made a special trip to listen to his lectures and practices. Master Xian refused to abandon him and he was accepted as a registered disciple."
Yang Anxuan heard from Xin He that every year on March 3rd, the Jade Emperor's birthday, believers gathered in Fuguang Mountain, and even traveled thousands of miles to burn incense and pray for blessings. This matter could also be put to good use.
"On March 3rd this year, the Jade Emperor's Christmas, why don't Taoist Han invite Immortal Master Kou down the mountain to preach scriptures and bless the people." Yang Anxuan said with a smile.
Taoist Han looked troubled and said, "Master Immortal is meditating in the mountain, I'm afraid he won't come down easily."
Yang Anxuan said: "It doesn't matter, Yu and Master Kou Tian have a relationship. If Yu writes him a letter and invites him to come down the mountain to preach, Master Kou Tian will definitely give you such a humble favor."
Han Taoist people are doubtful. Although Yang Anxuan is the master of the book, he is a man among immortals and ignores the worldly affairs. Three years ago, Prefect Zhou also invited Immortal Kou, but he declined.
Yang Anxuan smiled and said: "Yu and Master Kou are old acquaintances. We met at Lingyun Peak of Dafu Mountain two years ago and we had a very pleasant conversation..."
"Oh," Taoist Han exclaimed, "Pindao once heard Master Immortal mention this matter. Could it be that Chief Yang is the destined person that Master Kou mentioned."
Seeing Yang Anxuan nodding, Taoist Han rearranged his clothes and bowed his hands to Yang Anxuan solemnly, saying: "I am disrespectful. I have met Lay Master Yang. The Heavenly Master once said that Lay Master Yang is a real person."
Yang Anxuan smiled and said nothing, his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking like a master.
If Master Kou is willing to come to Fuguang Mountain to preach, Sanqing Temple will become a Taoist holy place. Taoist Han became excited and said: "If Master Yang is willing to write to Master Kou, the Master will definitely come. There are less than two months until March 3rd. Taoist priest needs to renovate the Taoist temple, the road up the mountain needs to be leveled, and the statues of gods need to be refurbished." I need to re-sculpt..."
Someone on the side said impatiently: "Master Han, I am willing to offer incense, ten thousand coins, and hundreds of millstones to worship the immortal master."
Rich man, Yang Anxuan glanced at this man and didn't recognize him. Xin He said softly: "He is from the Feng family in Xinyang."
After the Feng family spoke, there was immediately a chorus of people willing to donate incense and money to cultivate the temple, fearing that the donation would be too late before the gods would punish them. After waiting for half an hour, Yang Anxuan summoned the scholars to chant poems and praise the scenery. The Taoist temple had raised 160,000 yuan in money and 12,000 shi in food.
There are no outstanding poems. After all, not everyone can plagiarize the masterpieces accumulated over thousands of years like Yang Anxuan. Several celebrities from the county were recommended to comment, and Yang Anxuan gave a few words of praise. Several people were recruited on the spot, and then everyone asked Yang Anxuan to write poems.
Yang Anxuan put together a poem to suit the occasion in advance: The floating light returns to the clear pillow, and the clear mountains are green and cold. The sound of pines falls in the thousand-year-old cave at night, and the crescent moon crosses the boat across the ferry. Everyone was amazed and praised Master Yang's mountain climbing poems for another one of his masterpieces.
Yang Anxuan smiled nonchalantly and said: "Poems can entertain people, but they cannot govern a country. No matter how many poems I write, I can't fill the stomachs of the victims. When I came out of the government office, I saw the people building roads and digging canals. It was very hard."
Everyone calmed down, knowing that there was something in Master Yang's words, and it was almost time to ask for donations from everyone. Most people plan to donate ten or eight stones to meet the occasion. Fundraising is voluntary, Chief Yang can't forcefully collect donations.
Glancing at the crowd, he found that everyone's attitude was completely different from that of donating incense. Yang Anxuan said sincerely: "The smoothing of official roads and the digging of canals are beneficial to the country and the people. You are all from Runan, so you can enjoy it." Get this benefit."
The response to him was silence. Qi Yuanjian became cold and said with a smile, "What Mr. Yang said is that I am willing to donate another two hundred stones to help the victims."
Yang Anxuan rushed to Qi Yuan, cupped his hands, and said: "Qi Weng has repeatedly donated generously, and Yang is really grateful. On the way to Fuguang Mountain, the Xinji Office saw the hard work of the people and said that he was willing to donate 20 shi of corn to help the people of Xiaoliuzhuang. Build a bridge over the river."
Xin He was born in a poor family and was an honest man. His family mainly relied on his official salary to survive, and they were not well off. Twenty stones of corn was not much, but for Xin He, it would probably take him half a year to save up.
This was a strategy that Yang Anxuan had agreed with Xin He in advance. He used Xin He's name to raise funds for a small bridge leading to Xiaoliuzhuang in the north of the city. The bridge was destroyed by floods in August last year. The people of Xiaoliuzhuang had to wade across the river. If you use a cart to carry a load, you have to detour more than three miles and take another bridge, which is very inconvenient.
Yang Anxuan told Xin He that he did not have to pay for the money and food used to build the river, but only needed to borrow his name. After the bridge was completed, it was called Xin He, so that people who came and went would remember his kindness when crossing the bridge.
Xin He was very familiar with the surroundings of Xinxi City and knew the bridge leading to Xiaoliuzhuang. Yang Anxuan said that he was moved by naming the bridge Xin Bridge afterwards. Xin He immediately said: "Master Yang, although there is no servant There are so many family assets, but this Xinqiao is still willing to bear it alone, which can be regarded as doing something for the people and accumulating some virtue for future generations."
Build bridges and roads, accumulate virtues and do good deeds, and seek fame and fortune in life. If your name and surname can be passed down along the bridge and known to future generations, this is another way to leave a name in history. Such things are still done by one's own family. Money comes well.
Seeing everyone looking at him in confusion, Xin He relayed the words that after the bridge was built, it would be named after his own name. Someone immediately said: "The wooden bridge to Niujiazhai is in disrepair and is about to collapse. I am willing to build a bridge. Master Yang, can you name the bridge after the servant's surname like Master Xin's office did? A stone was erected at the head of the bridge as a memorial."
Yang Anxuan smiled and said, "Of course. Not only do you have to erect a stone and name it, but you also have to let the government advertise it so that the good deeds can be known to the people all over the world."
"Master Yang, I want to donate a bridge", "The roads in Lijiazhuang are dilapidated and muddy, but I want to build them"...
The nobles and merchants all rushed to shout. This opportunity to become famous in the countryside and benefit future generations at a low cost cannot be missed.
Yang Anxuan stretched out his hand and pressed down, and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, as long as you are willing to do good deeds, you will have opportunities. Now the government is providing work-for-relief, you can go to the government to register and register. In addition to official roads and city walls, water canals , rural roads, and bridges can all be claimed. Xinxi City has been claimed, and there are other counties in Runan. You can go and claim them."
Pointing to Xu Jing beside him, Yang Anxuan said: "Leave the pledge for repairs to this Xu Lushi. You can register with him and claim according to the damage situation in each place."
Xu Jing's smile turned into a flower, this was a fat spot, Chief Yang was taking care of him.
"Bridges, roads, and canals bear your surnames. The quality must be controlled by you. Don't break down within a few years, and then a good thing will become a bad thing." Yang Anxuan warned.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, the servants will personally go to supervise the construction." "Whoever dares to build a bad road will destroy the Xu family's appearance"...
Looking at the crowd discussing happily, Xin He looked at Yang Anxuan with admiration. This Chief Yang was really resourceful, and he skillfully solved the dilemma of lack of food and money.
The government does not have to pay for food, the people can get relief, the people who provide money and food get a good reputation, and the roads and bridges in Runan County can be repaired.
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