"I understand," Li Daniu said with an enlightened expression. "The Ministry of Rites must be afraid that the eldest son of the emperor will come back from Mount Tai and continue to tour the mountains and rivers in Tai'an. If he finds out that the monks, temples and nunneries are all fake, will he want to break into the university?"
disaster?"
"I guess so." The Madam nodded.
Li Daniu sighed and began to settle the accounts with the madam. April and May were a good time for the pleasant climate in Lu, and there were many wealthy businessmen coming and going. If Yuan Zhen'an was not allowed to make a living for half a month, she would earn at least three thousand less for the food and pillows.
two.
"That's right," the madam complained with a frown, "the owner who leased the nunnery to us will not waive the lease fee. So every time I open my eyes, I am losing money."
The "owner" she refers to is the local landowner who asked the court's Ministry of Etiquette to buy the ultimatum.
In the Ming Dynasty, monks and Taoists in monasteries were exempted from corvee and could evade land tax. Therefore, the gentry from all over the country, as long as they could still find a way in the capital, wanted to go to the Ministry of Rites and spend money to buy ultimatums.
When you come back, build a few houses near your own farm, build a statue of Sakyamuni or Taishang Laojun, place a circle of incense burners, and name your farm property as a temple property.
There are even more daring ones like the owner of Yuan Zhen'an, who rent it out to mothers in Jinan and other big cities who have returned to their hometowns without retiring, and open the hidden Qinlou Chu Pavilion. The owner's side is equivalent to harvesting the wool of the Ming Dynasty's treasury.
I earned the hard-earned money of the fireworks woman again.
Zheng Haizhu, the intelligence agency behind the Yanzhou store, had a rough idea of these ins and outs since last year.
In the spring of this year, after Zheng Haizhu persuaded Zhu Changluo to take action on the big landowners in Shandong at the Qianqing Palace, Li Daniu personally took the front line and locked in a few big fish again for Mrs. Zheng's design.
Yuan Zhen'an, located next to Tai'an, is one of them.
Li Daniu originally had a Yanzhou accent, and had visited many fireworks scenes in the capital. He acted like a pimp to get to know the people, and under the pretense that he had offended a nobleman in the north and had to return to his hometown to make a living, he threw himself in front of the old madam of Yuan Zhen'an.
Several male intelligence agents from the intelligence agency acted as lavish benefactors twice, and the elated madam had no doubt that he was there.
At this moment, Li Daniu looked unwilling to sit back and wait for death, and said to the old bustard: "Mom, since the military commander of the inspection department is willing to collect money, what's not easy to do? Let's respect them more and beg them to turn a blind eye.
Close one eye. Mom will leave some maids and women in the nunnery, take the girls for a change, and come back at the end of the month."
"Ah?" The madam was stunned for a moment, and then her mind came alive.
Niu Zhuzi’s method makes sense.
"You mean, let's rent a small courtyard in Tai'an City?" the madam asked seriously.
"What are you doing in the city? We are all in the same tavern and teahouse. The competition for customers is too fierce. Do our people dare to stand out in the robe of a sister-in-law and solicit customers?" Li Daniu firmly denied, "What the customers are looking for is that they have to be in cultivation.
We have something to do at the Buddhist gate in Dongtian Paradise, so mom, if we want to get the team out, we still have to find a nunnery."
The madam thought it was reasonable, but there was a look of embarrassment on her face.
Li Daniu figured out the details of this old madam early on. Because Yuan Zhen'an had many girls and a prosperous business, it attracted the jealousy of his colleagues around him. There was no place for him to stay, let alone a nunnery of similar size.
Li Daniu then volunteered and said: "Mom, don't worry, Zhuzi, I'm not bragging. I used to make some friends and connections when I was working as a trader in the north. I'm going to Mount Tai today to explore, maybe I can really find a new world.
come out."
The old bustard rolled his eyes and thought about the distant view. The sadness on his face faded and he praised Li Daniu: "Brother Zhuzi, you are really a blessed general given to me by God. You should be more careful. If you can do that,
Come down, the business is also good, mom, I will buy some more girls, whether it is in the south of Tai'an city or at the foot of Mount Tai, we will make money from both sides."
"Mom is really a grand eventer. Zhu Zhu is on her way right away. Mom is waiting for my good news!"
"Eat a bowl of plain noodles before leaving."
"If you don't want to eat, just grab a pancake. It's important to seize the time and make money."
…
Three or four days later, in front of the Tiankuang Hall of Dai Temple in Taishan, Zhu Youxiao, the eldest son of the Ming Dynasty, dressed in the "Gunmian Jiuzhang", the highest form of ceremonial dress for worshiping heaven and earth. Accompanied by officiating officials from the Ministry of Etiquette, he offered incense and prayed to the God of Mount Tai.
Pray to the God of Dongyue for blessings in all directions.
After the sacrifice was completed, they went to the Jade Emperor Summit again, and then the group went down the mountain and returned to the imperial chariot station near the Doumu Palace.
Wang Song, the head of the Ministry of Etiquette, took off his heavy robe and sat down on the imperial chair in the room, but he did not dare to completely relax.
This journey has been too difficult for him.
Zhao Sixian, the Prime Minister of Taichang Temple who was traveling with him, said that he and he were both disciples of the Donglin sect, but in fact he was a thief. Taichang Temple obviously had more say in matters of ritual and music, but Zhao, who was in front of the Confucius Temple in Qufu, faced Lu.
The dancers in Wangfu Music are so arrogant that they don't even let go of their words, and they have no overall view of the situation.
Well, although the Confucian government has always been there, it is true that it only knows about filial piety and respect for the Ministry of Etiquette, and has forgotten about Taichang Temple.
After returning to Taishan, Zhao Sixian just focused on playing and singing with his subordinates, and then disappeared. I wonder if he went to help Zhao Nanxing visit his old college friends and Donglin gentry near Taishan. After all, although Donglin originated in Wuxi, he was not from the same hometown.
Donglin from the Lu region was even more important to Zhao Nanxing because he could monitor the movements of the entire party.
Therefore, Wang Song could only face the eldest son of the emperor and the cunning military advisors around him alone.
"Master Wang, I went to ask Eunuch Cao. He said that His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Emperor, was very tired today. It would be easier to have dinner in the evening and eat early to rest. Enjoy the vegetarian food and listen to the lectures on the scriptures for the day after tomorrow.
Please follow the arrangements of the Etiquette Department."
Wang Song, who was concentrating with his eyes lowered, raised his eyelids and asked his subordinates: "Put it aside for the day after tomorrow? What will you do tomorrow?"
The subordinate respectfully replied: "Oh, I also asked about it. My father-in-law said that the eldest son of the emperor will not go anywhere tomorrow. He is still resting in the courtyard and listening to the teacher invited by Master Zheng to talk about Buddhism. When he returns, he will
Empress Dongli preached."
"This person surnamed Zheng is really vicious, and she knows how to work her way into a trap. She is so flattering that she wishes even the cats in the Forbidden City would listen to her."
Wang Song cursed a few words, but at the same time he felt a little relieved.
Just stop thinking about those nunneries in the south of Tai'an.
When you go back, you must have a drink with someone from the Doujiu Department, and add fuel to the fire to make this round extremely thrilling. If he, Lao Wang, hadn't turned the tide, something big would have happened.
You still have to wait for the opportunity to talk to the official of the Ministry of Rites. Just be satisfied that the money for the ultimatum will be collected regardless of black and white. Don't worry about the 300,000 taels of tax money from Taishan every year.
Now this incense tax money is collected by the Chief Secretary of Shandong. If the Ministry of Rites wants to take back even this piece, the gentlemen in Shandong will get angry and find some trouble with the Ministry of Rites issuing ultimatums to fake nuns and fake monks.
