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 pass the Yangtze River. Then it is better to collect grain directly at Dinghuaimen. Once it comes, it can be loaded onto the ship immediately, saving time.
Otherwise, if the people brought the grain to Chengtian Gate, the court would need to transport it to Dinghuai Gate again. In this case, it would be better to just let the people take the grain to Dinghuai Gate themselves. Secondly, the food outside Dinghuai Gate is better than
This Chengtianmen is much wider, making it easier to collect food.
"allow!"
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 to raise food from the people to save Henan."
After hearing this, Zong Lai couldn't help but tremble in his body due to his determination. The emperor borrowed food from the people, which was something that 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 exclaimed in surprise.
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 the food cannot be returned after one month? There is a drought this year, and there is a shortage everywhere.
The temple has sent food out again and 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 farm property in the temple has to be taken away, so why bother?”
Seeing this, Zong Ao shook his head and sighed: "You, you have studied Buddhism with a poor monk for more than ten years, but you are definitely not as good as a person who does not study Buddhism." Zong Ao recalled Han Du's smiling face, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.
I couldn't help but feel sorry.
"Someone once warned a poor monk that instead of molding the golden body of my Buddha in the main 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 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 long without eating or drinking, which made the old eunuch beside him worried.
When Zong Ao came, he happened to see the emperor's frowning face. Zong Ao was one of the few people who could enter and leave the palace without asking for permission. Even Han Du wanted to see Lao Zhu, even if he had a waist
If you want to sign a card, you still need to stand outside the palace gate and wait for the announcement.
"Bad monk, greetings
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 Di coming?"
Lao Zhu pretended to fiddle with the memorial twice, making 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 name of the Buddha, and said: "The poor monk came here today, neither to lecture on the scriptures nor to preach the Dharma. The poor monk brought 30,000 loads of food into the palace today. Although it is a small amount of money, it can still help.
Crisis."
Lao Zhu looked at Zong Li with a solemn expression, 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."
"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 Li seemed to be a bit derogatory. He changed his words and said: "Li scholar, you have such a good opportunity, how about you tell me a lesson?"
When did this happen? The emperor was still in the mood to listen to the Fa? Zong Li 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."
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, a sea of people began to appear outside Dinghuai Gate.
Han Du arranged for hundreds of scribes to collect grain non-stop. In the face of millions of people in the capital, they were completely overwhelmed. It seemed very busy, but in fact not much grain was collected.
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 common people are just giving out grain by the liter and the bucket. Even if the little adds up, the grain that can be obtained in the end will be quite a lot. But the trouble is that it wastes 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 grain, 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 stood 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. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Common man Fu Yong, pay your respects 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 the perimeter?" 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 must pass the Yangtze River. Then it is better to collect grain directly at Dinghuaimen, and you can load it as soon as you arrive.
Boat, save time, otherwise the people will need to bring the grain to Chengtianmen, and the court will need to transport it to Dinghuaimen again. In this case, it is better to let the people take the grain to Dinghuaimen themselves. Secondly, Dinghuaimen
The outside of the door is much wider than the Chengtian Gate, which is convenient for food collection.
"allow!"
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 quietly meditating 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 to raise food from the people to save Henan."
After hearing this, Zong Lai couldn't help but tremble in his body due to his determination. The emperor borrowed food from the people, which was something that 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 exclaimed in surprise.
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 the food cannot be returned after one month? There is a drought this year, and there is a shortage everywhere.
The temple has sent food out again and 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 farm property in the temple has to be taken away, so why bother?”
Seeing this, Zong Ao shook his head and sighed: "You, you have studied Buddhism with a poor monk for more than ten years, but you are definitely not as good as a person who does not study Buddhism." Zong Ao recalled Han Du's smiling face, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.
I couldn't help but feel sorry.
"Someone once warned a poor monk that instead of molding the golden body of my Buddha in the main 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 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 long without eating or drinking, which made the old eunuch beside him worried.
When Zong Ao came, he happened to see the emperor's frowning face. Zong Ao was one of the few people who could enter and leave the palace without asking for permission. Even Han Du wanted to see Lao Zhu, even if he had a waist
If you want to sign a card, you still need to stand outside the palace gate and wait for the announcement.
"Bad monk, greetings
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 Di coming?"
Lao Zhu pretended to fiddle with the memorial twice, making 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 name of the Buddha, and said: "The poor monk came here today, neither to lecture on the scriptures nor to preach the Dharma. The poor monk brought 30,000 loads of food into the palace today. Although it is a small amount of money, it can still help.
Crisis."
Lao Zhu looked at Zong Li with a solemn expression, 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."
"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 Li seemed to be a bit derogatory. He changed his words and said: "Li scholar, you have such a good opportunity, how about you tell me a lesson?"
When did this happen? The emperor was still in the mood to listen to the Fa? Zong Li 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."
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, a sea of people began to appear outside Dinghuai Gate.
Han Du arranged for hundreds of scribes to collect grain non-stop. In the face of millions of people in the capital, they were completely overwhelmed. It seemed very busy, but in fact not much grain was collected.
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 common people are just giving out grain by the liter and the bucket. Even if the little adds up, the grain that can be obtained in the end will be quite a lot. But the trouble is that it wastes 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 grain, 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 stood 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. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Common man Fu Yong, pay your respects 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.