It was already afternoon when I woke up. I ate some meals from the temple. I heard the crowds of people outside and walked out of the room.
Chi Xi led the entire five hundred-man elite troops back to Anguo Temple, and was commanding people to unload grain and supplies.
Chi Xi also brought the snowy lion that Bao promised, which was a handsome white horse.
King Zhao loved horses as his life, and his mansion raised various famous horses collected from all over the world. This was just one of them.
"Little Prince, this horse is the same color as the top and bottom, and it is snow-white all over the body, without a single hair, just like snow falling all over the body, and it is said to travel thousands of miles a day. In addition, the horse only has long hair around its neck, and it is very dense, like a lion,
Therefore, it is also called Jade Lion."
A thirty-year-old groom specially sent from the royal palace carefully introduced Wanyan Kang in front of the white horse. The envious look in his eyes could not be concealed. The prince easily gave this kind of BMW to the little prince as a toy!
Wanyan Kang thought the horse was indeed pretty. He touched the smooth fur of the white horse, so he naturally said something to agree with the groom. In fact, he didn't understand the horse at all and couldn't tell that it was good or bad.
He naturally knew that a horse like this was extremely precious in ancient times, and could be called the Rolls-Royce Silver or Brandy Veyron limited edition model among horses, but he would rather have a BYD.
Even if you give it a motorcycle.
Defeat all the thousands of miles of horses in this world!
Wanyan Kang sighed inexplicably, thinking of the past life that was cut off by God, the familiar people and things had long turned into permanent smoke and dust. I wonder if anyone in that world would still remember him...
He was stunned for a while until Juekong's voice came from his ear: "Little Prince!"
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In the monastery, Wanyan Kang took apart the handwritten letter from King Wanyan Hong of Zhao.
"Kang'er grew up and knew that he would share the worries of the court. I feel very relieved. The method of using labor for relief is very good, but it should be done with caution. Everything is led by Anguo Temple. My son will help him from the side, and he should not be too hasty...
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"The disaster relief supplies, food and other items will be provided first for emergency response, and then for the needs of the father, he will be careful and raise them slowly. The five hundred soldiers under his jurisdiction are under the command of Chi Xi, and they will always obey my son's orders...
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King Zhao's letters were not long, and his handwriting was vigorous and powerful.
From the beginning to the end, Wanyan Kang also roughly saw Wanyan Hong's attitude.
He supported him to do something in Anguo Temple to provide disaster relief, experience some experience, and gain some political capital. But he didn't seem to want him to "show off" and make a rash move.
Of course, it may also be because of worrying that Wanyan Kang is not capable enough and is prone to miss good things, so he reminds the temple to focus on it.
Wanyan Kang handed over the plan and multiple detailed plans. Zhiyuan heard the sound of the little prince for a night of trouble, so he was a little mentally prepared, but he was still surprised.
The idea of labor-for-relief was mentioned yesterday, but I never expected that the following labor-for-relief was such a detailed and detailed plan, classified and organized, and even designed how to build a camp, how to get water and drink.
OK, it's clear at a glance.
Zhiyuan didn't know how to express his feelings at this moment for a moment.
He silently handed the plan to Chi Xi and Liang Ziweng beside him, then looked up at Wanyan Kang, who was sitting upright on the main seat with a smile, and was slightly stunned.
Chi Xi finished reading it in one breath and felt it was incredible.
Ideas, planning, goals, specific methods, and operational steps are linked together; overall plans, subdivided plans, and various measures complement each other, involving too much information and knowledge.
There are some things he hasn't even heard of!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that this was a coordinated plan that his little prince had come up with. Even if the doctors and the heads of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works were in charge of the work together, it wouldn't be possible to take it out in such a short time, right?
Liang Ziweng was secretly shocked. This young man was indeed amazing. Regardless of whether this plan was useful for disaster relief, just talking about how many unfathomable and strange things in his mind were really a natural genius.
Wanyan Kang took a cup of tea from Juekong's hand and took a sip, "I took out this plan in a hurry, and it may not be mature. The master and both of you both gave suggestions..."
Wanyan Kang was suddenly shocked when he said this and remembered a key question.
He is an amnesia-lost person who has been neglected in the past two days! So how can he explain the "Commentary on the Great Nirvana Sutra" he fooled before and the disaster relief plan he made this time?
His heart churned, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, a lie depends on countless lies to make a mistake, and it will be completely over if you are not careful.
He repeatedly corrected it, but couldn't find a way to justify it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just explaining, time travel is the biggest flaw. If someone asks questions, pretend to be stupid. If it really doesn't work, I'll say that there is a mysterious high behind it."
Anyway, my real little prince, how can you tell me?
This thought made me calm.
I am doing good deeds and not committing crimes. I am guilty of being guilty.
He looked at Zhiyuan.
Zhiyuan thought about it for a while before saying, "Last night, I also thought about how to use labor for relief and how to resettle the victims. I also had some preliminary ideas, but compared with the little prince's plan, it seemed that it was a bit small.
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"Master, you can say something if you have any ideas, or if you have any concerns, you can say it clearly. Let's discuss the plan together. Naturally, the more perfect the plan, the better!"
"Little Prince, that monk said straight."
"Whether this temple opens a porridge factory or work-for-relief, it is impossible to replace the disaster relief of the court and local governments. The monk thought that no matter what, most of the victims should not be able to survive, nor would they put their hopes of survival in this temple.
This temple.”
“That’s natural.”
Chi Xi sat upright and said solemnly: "Of course the court planned disaster relief, but because of natural disasters, the Changping Warehouse in Hebei Provinces could not bring out much food. Now the Ministry of Revenue is trying to transport grain from Henan and Shandong to Beijing, which is just this.
Within two months, the court will open a porridge factory to appease the victims!”
Wanyan Kang listened and thought in his heart that this may be true, because no matter how stupid and incompetent the court of a country is, it is impossible for him to do nothing in the face. At least he still needs to do something about face.
But there is another possibility, just the pretentious words that Chi Xi said as a "official family member" and decent words, and was "driven" out by Zhiyuan's words.
Zhiyuan chanted the Buddha's name with great mercy, "My Buddha is merciful. The court's move is very wise. The right way to use the whole country to provide disaster relief. As for this temple, the temple is small and weak, and it is difficult to support the overall situation alone!"
Zhiyuan clasped his hands to Wanyan Kang to serve as a courtesy.
Wanyan Kang gradually tasted the taste.
But he pretended not to understand Zhiyuan's words and still listened carefully.
Zhiyuan had no choice but to look at his nose and his heart, and continued, "So, this time when our temple opened the mountain gate to provide disaster relief, we could only tailor our clothes and do our best to help the court with disaster relief."
"Although recruiting three thousand young and strong people is to use labor for relief, our temple actually has to bear the food for young and strong families. These three thousand young and strong people can at least attract more than 10,000 disaster victims. With this little food reserved in our temple, we may be afraid that
I can't hold on for even more than a month. I am not stingy with this little grain, but if the food in this temple is exhausted, what should I do in the future?"
"If the disaster victims are causing trouble, even violent civil unrest will arise, causing disasters and local turmoil... The natural disaster has not been resolved and man-made disasters have increased. Why can hundreds of monks in this temple bear such a heinous crime!"
"Amitabha!"
Zhiyuan ended his statement with a sympathy for the Buddha's name.
That's right, the monk gave in a little.
Originally, it was not impossible to use labor for relief. He also repeatedly negotiated with several other senior executives in the temple last night and unanimously agreed that it was feasible.
But the problem lies in the plan Wanyan Kang came up with. It was too systematic and perfect, and the monk was shocked and suspicious.
This is not a short-term disaster relief, it is simply a long-term disaster relief project.
It’s okay to play with a small game, but since the little prince wants to play a big game, Anguo Temple really can’t afford to accompany him.