Zhu Jun frowned and said, "Old host, this is not the first time we have met. Why didn't you send me off before?"
"The timing was wrong before, and His Highness couldn't bear the alms bowl!" The old host smiled, "Of course, if Your Highness doesn't want it, the poor monk won't force it."
Zhu Jun thought about it and felt that since this bowl had been used by Lao Zhu before, its commemorative significance was far greater than its own value. There was no way it could be kept at home as an heirloom or something.
In the future, he can tell his children that his ancestors started with a bad start. Throughout the ages, no one has had a more difficult start than his ancestors.
"Then thank you, old host!" Zhu Jun took the broken bowl with both hands and thanked him.
Seeing Zhu Jun accept the offer, the old host smiled even more, "Since Your Highness has accepted this alms bowl, in the future, Your Highness will be able to forge ahead and not forget his original intention."
Zhu Jun always felt that there was something in what the old monk said, but the number of times the two of them had met could not be counted in the palm of a hand. In his memory, his predecessor only followed Lao Zhu here to pay homage to Buddha. He had seen him from a distance and had no more than one conversation. The number of palms.
Maybe I was overthinking it.
After accepting the alms bowl, Zhu Jun began to lead the girls to burn incense and pray for blessings.
They didn't stay long, after all, everyone was healthy.
After Zhu Jun and others came down the mountain, a young novice monk hurriedly ran to the old abbot and said in a panic: "Old abbot, it's bad, something big has happened!"
The old host asked: "Don't panic, what happened?"
"It's cracked. Those Buddha statues and Bodhisattva statues are all cracked!" The little novice monk was very anxious.
The old host didn't say anything, turned around and walked into the Mahavira Hall, looking at the golden Buddha. The golden body of the Buddha was full of cracks.
He faintly said the Buddha's name and said: "There has been too much rain in the past few years, and it has been a bit dry in the past two years. It is inevitable to have dryness and cracks. Just ask someone to repair it!"
He settled the matter with one sentence. Otherwise, if word spread, something big would happen.
After hearing what the old host said, everyone was not so scared.
The old host returned to the room, sat on the futon, and looked at the Buddha statue above, "Monks don't tell lies, but today I broke the precepts.
However, it seems that the disciple is right, King Wu is indeed..."
The voice of the old host became smaller and smaller, and his subsequent words were covered by the sound of tapping wooden fish.
Zhu Jun had no idea about this. After leaving Huangjue Temple, the group went sightseeing outside the city.
The villages and towns within a hundred miles of Fengyang are in excellent repair, and it is almost impossible to see how they were originally destroyed by floods.
The establishment of cooperatives made the people gradually become richer.
"When I first came here, it looked dilapidated. I didn't expect that it would become so prosperous in just over a year." Xu Miaojin leaned against the window and looked at the hills and mountains not far away, and the ridges of reclaimed land. , and many villagers are weeding and fertilizing on it.
Zhu Jun was also particularly pleased. Facts have proved that his strategy was right.
It's just that if this approach is to be further expanded, it will be difficult to raise the living standards of all people to a higher level just by relying on a Prince Wu's Mansion or a Chamber of Commerce.
This requires the court to issue a decree so that the local government and the court can work together.
But there are many problems in the middle, and the first ones to bear the brunt are the landlord class and the scholar class.
Because once village land is collectivized, it will not be that simple for landlords or scholars to annex the land.
It is even more difficult to evade taxes when buying and selling land individually.
At present, the court's treatment of literati will only continue to increase and will not be reduced, because Lao Zhu still needs these literati to cheer him up.
Thinking of this, Zhu Jun sighed secretly. In any dynasty, land reform is a difficult problem because the people of this land take the land too seriously.
If you want to avoid this hurdle and make the country rich and powerful, you can only open up commerce through sea trade, war, and let more people have a way to make a living.
Once people have a way to make a fortune, farming and farming will become dispensable. Of course, this does not mean that it is not important, but the proportion in their hearts will decrease.
After years of accumulation, when people accumulate a certain amount of wealth, it will be the key to social transformation.
Zhu Jun felt that it was too difficult to fight alone.
He was even thinking that he would just help his elder brother get the things in front of him. When the world is unified and the great cause can last for at least two to three hundred years, his bones will be rotten.
What happens after seven or eight generations is none of his business.
But then I thought about it, the people of this land are suffering.
The people who drowned on the cemetery hill are only a very small part. Whenever the dynasty ends, the blood of the people will infect this land.
Lao Zhu may be the emperor who cares about the people the most among all the emperors. His eldest brother is also very supportive of him. Perhaps, with just a few words of his own, he can influence countless people.
Governments directly under the central government, chambers of commerce, cooperatives, and maritime trade are all made by oneself.
Now that you have reached this level, let’s work hard.
Thinking about Lao Zhu's success in the beginning with just one shot of the broken bowl, let's not compare with him. At least he can't be inferior to Lao Zhu.
When he retired in the future, some of his children and grandchildren mentioned his glorious deeds.
Guanyin Nu has been paying attention to Zhu Jun. She could tell that Zhu Jun was hiding something on his mind. But at this moment, when she saw the relieved smile on his face, she knew that he must have figured it out. She pushed a cup of tea in front of Zhu Jun tacitly. , pursed his lips.
Zhu Jun smiled, picked up the tea and took a sip, "The tea made by Sister Guanyin is delicious!"
...
At the same time, inside the double-tube city.
Li Zichun entered the city panting in armor, "Damn things, these people are so stubborn!"
"General, the Major General is behind bars. We must send someone to rescue him. Otherwise, I'm afraid..."
"Who to send to rescue?" Li Zichun's eyes were red. He was careless this time. He thought he could capture Xijing, but he didn't expect to fall into the enemy's plan.
Li Chenggui was eager to advance and fell into the enemy's trap. Their troops were not very large to begin with, and now that some of them were lost, he became a little timid.
"If it doesn't work, let's ask the Ming people for help!"
"It's too late. It's thousands of miles away from Yuanda. Every time we come here, the day lilies are getting cold!" Li Zichun said.
"Of course Yuan Dadu was too late, but General, have you forgotten that there is a Daye garrison in Dandong?
The leader of the army was the King of Wu, who was the younger brother of the King of Yan. Last time his subordinates went to Daye with the young general, the King of Yan himself said that he and the King of Wu had the closest relationship.
Therefore, my subordinates thought that they might as well borrow troops from them and put pressure on Xijing to let them go! "
Li Zichun was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, "This method is good, but will Yuan Dadu do it...?"
