The governor rushed to Lhasa with the golden bottle given from the capital.
Before drawing lots, the gold benba vase must be brought from the Jokhang Temple to the Sassong Nanjie Hall in the Potala Palace where the portrait of Emperor Shaowu in monk attire (holy face) and the long live tablet of the emperor are held.
The great Hutuktu led the monks from the three major temples and the Potala Palace to chant sutras and pray for seven days.
"let's start!"
The names and birth dates of the three soul boys were written purely in Chinese characters and were placed in the gold vase.
After praying for seven days, the Hutuktu and Xizang governors formally recognized him in front of the statue of Sakyamuni in Jokhang Temple.
Since it was used for the first time, Feng Liangmo, the governor of Kangzang, also went with him to witness the historical moment together.
Ban Chan and Da Lai stopped chanting, and then looked at Feng Liangmo.
The latter did not hesitate, he directly picked up the golden vase, held it gently with both hands, and then shook it from side to side.
Three paper balls were swaying in the gold vase. It only took a moment for a paper ball to leap out.
The governor Zhang Jingmo on the side couldn't wait to hold the paper ball and place it on the table.
Feng Liangmo and everyone stepped forward and opened the paper ball:
Tenzin Gyatso, the eighth day of the eleventh month of the twenty-fifth year of Shaowu...
"Tenzin Gyatso is the reincarnated soul boy!"
Feng Liangmo said loudly.
At this time, all the monks burst into excitement.
"I just said this kid is the smartest..."
"On weekdays, he always goes to Dimuhuo's old room. He must be looking at things and thinking about his feelings..."
"Finally selected, this is much better than before!"
Compared with the previous openly and secretly fought battles among the nobles, and even the occasional sight of swords and swords, the drawing of lots from the golden urn this time was exceptionally simple and peaceful.
Select people, chant sutras, and the peaceful ones will come out.
The monks also felt the solemnity and fairness of the ceremony.
Using the lottery method is really fair!
"I will report it to the capital, and the soul boy will be properly placed in the Potala Palace!"
Feng Liangmo said softly: "I will follow this method in the future, there can be no mistakes!"
"The poor monk is going to accept him as his disciple, is it okay?" Da Lai asked softly.
"Of course!" Feng Liangmo said with a smile: "It's up to you to teach me, and you turn out to be another living person with outstanding talents and learning."
He didn't care at all about Da Lai's influence.
Because the imperial court already recognized the identity of its leader, a more integrated Gelug sect was the key to the stability of the plateau.
The Dalai Lama's ability is worth possessing.
Zhang Jingmo escorted the governor out of the temple.
"The result is good." Feng Liangmo said casually: "The reincarnated soul boy is from a good family, so he will not be influenced by the nobles."
"The Dalai Lama is old, so you have to take good care of it. The more grand the better!"
"Yes!" Zhang Jingmo nodded: "There has been some drought in the valley recently. We can mobilize some food from Kangcheng, especially fodder..."
"Of course it's okay!" Feng Liangmo nodded in agreement. Isn't he the governor's job to coordinate the work?
"As long as you hand over the notebook."
Suddenly, Feng Liangmo said seriously: "I heard that the Gelug Sect attaches great importance to rules and precepts. You should also patrol more frequently on weekdays, and do not indulge in monks who violate the precepts and national laws."
“Only through strict governance can we eliminate the bad apples among the monks!”
Zhang Jingmo was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Obviously, the above has changed from farming and dividing the fields to governing the monks.
That's right, there are only 1.5 million people in Xizang as a whole, and there are 100,000 monks. Almost three families have to support one monk.
There is still considerable pressure from the public.
"Cooperate more with Da Lai!" Feng Liangmo said seriously: "He is the leader after all, and we must act in his name."
"Other sects will also be screened."
For a time, the entire plateau erupted to eliminate the cancer, and singled out those who were confused among the monks.
Among them, the most obvious one is the assessment of the Buddhist scriptures of his sect.
Regardless of moral precepts, mastering the Buddhist scriptures is one of the necessary conditions.
Those monks who feed the common people and enjoy life by eating and drinking must have made a fool of themselves.
After all, there are only a few people who have both ability and political integrity.
I don’t know when this trend spread to Myanmar.
Sun Zhenghao, the descendant of the throne, was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly prepared to announce it in the East Palace:
"There are many monks in our country. Although there are many who keep the precepts, there are also many who violate them. Due to the laxity of Buddhism, many fish who have slipped through the net are living happily. This is not the way of a monk."
"I intend to draw up the precepts for monks and strictly enforce them. Anyone who violates them will be imprisoned, sent to a forced labor camp, or expelled from the temple!"
To put it bluntly, Sun Zhenghao was going to put a tight spell on the monks' heads to control the monks who were once loose and working in separate camps.
And the reins that control them are naturally the commandments, which are justifiable in name.
In this way, monks in temples throughout Myanmar will be restricted, allowing the royal power to override Buddhism.
It is extremely beneficial to the Sun family dynasty.
Influenced by Confucianism and Han culture, Sun Zhenghao was not like the previous Burmese kings who endlessly praised Buddhism.
While he was talking about it and promoting his ideas, he suddenly heard from rapid footsteps:
"Your Majesty, Your Highness urgently orders you to enter the palace!"
"I know!" Seeing the eunuch's serious expression, Sun Zhenghao already had bad thoughts in his mind.
He walked out of the East Palace in three steps and two steps at a time.
Soon, the dragon chariot arrived at the Longevity Hall.
The strong smell of spices and herbs mixed together made Sun Zhenghao's nose itchy.
"Father!" Sun Zhenghao knelt down and shouted when he saw the skinny Sun Kewang on the bed.
Sun Kewang touched the son whom he expected so much and reluctantly showed a smile: "I have completely handed over the country of Myanmar to your hands."
"Remember, we must be calm and gentle. We will not change the father's rule for three years, let everyone have an adaptation process, and then slowly implement it."
After that, he said no more.
Within half an hour, dozens of Burmese civil and military personnel arrived at the palace and knelt in a row.
The eunuch then read the edict and passed it on to his descendant Sun Zhenghao.
All the ministers quickly kowtowed.
Sun Kewang, the adopted son of the Western thief Zhang Xianzhong, finally passed away in a foreign country at the age of sixty-four.
Sun Zhenghao discussed with the officials and decided on the name of the temple as King Taizu Wu, and the posthumous title must be reported to Beijing for it to be bestowed.
This is the duty of a minister and cannot be exceeded.
Naturally, the mausoleum has been repaired a long time ago, so you can move in directly.
As for his concubines, Sun Zhenghao built a nunnery and placed them in it on the spot so as not to disturb him.
As for the era name, it is natural to still use the 26th year of Shaowu, and there is no requirement to change it.
As a result, Sun Zhenghao became the second king of Sun's Burma, pending approval from the court.
"The new capital city looks too small no matter how you look at it!"
Sun Zhenghao stood on the city wall and sighed: "It's time to expand."
In terms of military governance, there are no powerful countries around Myanmar, and Siam is just a belly. Chiang Mai can only accept it with tears when it is robbed.
As a result, Sun Zhenghao was greeted by internal and external opposition.
At the local level, it is the old aristocratic lords, and at the central level, it is the ministers who rely on them.
At the same time, the gap between Han people and indigenous people is also a thorn in the side of Myanmar's development.
“There’s still a long way to go!”
…
The boat rocked and the waves rolled, and the ship arrived at the pier.
The boat owner yelled: "We're here, we're here, let those who need to get off the boat get off the boat!"
The wharf of Quanzhou Port is already extremely busy.
Ding Dayong shook his head, as if he wanted the fainting sensation to leave his brain, but unfortunately he couldn't do it.
With the help of his fellow villagers, he stepped onto the trestle.
Almost in the blink of an eye, his complexion improved a lot, from pale to normal, and his eyes also glowed.
"Damn it, we finally arrived!"
Ding Dayong couldn't suppress the turbulence in his stomach, so he lay down on the trestle and vomited.
There are many people like him who vomit without any scruples.
The fish in the sea will be digested together.
After wiping his mouth, he took out the dry food from his arms and started chewing again.
"Why are you still eating?"
"I've already vomited, so I'm hungry, right?"
Ding Dayong gnawed and looked at Quanzhou Port.
As a customs station, Quanzhou City was open to Westerners. Some Western-style buildings are obvious, but there are also many Japanese-style buildings.
Quanzhou is the second largest treaty port with Japan.
Almost 30% of Japanese businessmen first choose Quanzhou for doing business, so naturally many Japanese businessmen gather there.
The reason for this is that it was the starting point of the Maritime Silk Road from the Song Dynasty, and then to the Ming Dynasty, Kanhe trade became the mainstream in Quanzhou.
The largest port facing Japan is naturally Mingzhou, that is, Ningbo.
The two helped him to the port, bought some rare items, rented an ox cart, and slowly returned home.
As soon as we arrived at the entrance of the village, the old man shouted:
"Ding Dayong, Ding Dai, you are still alive!"
For a time, the village was boiling.
Who doesn't know that Ding Dayong and Ding Dai went to Nanyang together, and after two or three years of wandering, they finally came back.
Needless to say, you will either return home in fine clothes or in embarrassment.
And looking at the two of them like this again, they must have returned home in glory.
The relatives came over one after another to ask questions, wanting to know whether they had made a fortune.
The parents who came over could not stop sighing and grinning.
After struggling for a while, the two of them returned home.
"Boss, how's it going?"
The wrinkles on Old Man Ding's face seemed to be able to trap mosquitoes. He rubbed his rough hands together and looked at his son expectantly.
The old mother looked at him distressedly and kept sighing.
Several younger brothers and sisters were chattering and discussing, wanting to know what was in his baggage.
Ding Dayong was spread out with only some clothes, which disappointed everyone.
"Son, just come back!" the old mother smiled.
"It's good to be alive!" Dad sighed and sat on the threshold:
"I just said that Nanyang can't be filled with gold. If everyone could really make a fortune, who would still stay in their hometown? They would have been out of money long ago!"
"When you come back, go to the city and find a job. The foreman on the dock is a tribesman and will arrange a bag bearer for you."
"Don't look at how tired he is. He can earn fifty or sixty cents a day. After saving for a year and a half, he can marry a wife..."
The old man seemed to quickly accept the reality and began to think about how to arrange it.
There are five children in the family. Under the influence of Fujian's many children and many blessings, he does not feel that there are many, but the heavy pressure makes his waist bend.
"Dad, I'm not going to carry the bag!" Ding Dayong said hurriedly.
"You bastard, do you still want to farm? The village doesn't have that much money for you to farm, and the rich man's family doesn't have that much land either!"
Fujian has many mountains but little land, but it happens that people like to have more children, and have more sons. Except for those who had to abandon babies because of the heavy tax in the Song Dynasty, most of the time they are happy to have children.
This makes rural areas overcrowded.
Fujian people are not afraid of doing business. They are smart and can find a way out. They have worked in all walks of life.
Seeing his family's misunderstanding, Ding Dayong closed the doors and windows, and then took out a stack of banknotes from his socks:
"Mom, Dad, this journey is thousands of miles, and it takes more than half a month for the company to take a boat. There are so many people with so many eyes, how can you put money in the bag? Can't others see through it at a glance?"
"I exchanged them all for banknotes!"
Looking at the stack of banknotes, the whole family was shocked.
Even a small banknote such as five or ten yuan can make one's eyes bloodshot.
"I opened a mine in Qi State and became a contractor!" Ding Dayong said proudly:
"I have been saving money for the past two years. I sold all the gold and turned it into silver notes to bring back!"
"Our family can't stay here any longer, we have to go to Nanyang!"
"You kid, are you afraid that others will be jealous?" Ding Ding laughed and scolded:
"Our family tree is connected by blood, who dares to mess around?"
"First donate ten yuan to the ancestral hall to express your feelings as a filial son and grandson!"
Father Ding felt much happier.
"Dad, I still have hundreds of acres of land in Qi State. The land there is cheap and it grows fast. Let's go there as a family!"
Ding Dayong mustered up his courage and said.
When the family saw the money, they were already convinced.
"You have to think about the clan." Father Ding said solemnly: "Since you are doing so well in Qi State, you must use some close friends. Who is more trustworthy than the clan members?"
"Besides, there is so much land, why don't we need people to cultivate it? My old bones are so tired, it's time to enjoy the blessings!"
The next day, the news about Ding Dayong and Ding Dai making a lot of money was immediately spread in the village, and everyone was red-eyed.
Who doesn’t want to get rich?
In a remote mountainous area like Fujian, there is no future in digging for food in the soil, and there are no connections or connections in doing business. Relying on family members is the only way out.
At one time, hundreds of people came enthusiastically, which surprised Ding Dayong.
Immediately, he made another decision: "Contract to mine in the barren mountains!"
"Brother, in Fujian, only 70,000 to 80,000 people have passed through in the past few years. To say it is vast but sparsely populated is an understatement. There are more wild beasts than people!"
Ding Dayong's eyes were red: "I have been working in the mines for these years, and I know a lot about the mines. When the time comes, I will spend a small amount of money and make a fortune as long as I can dig up gold and silver?"
Of the three Borneo countries, Brunei has been replaced by Hunan, which has a larger population, but Fujian and Qi have fewer people, and their policies are more open.
As long as the money can be paid, the land can be contracted.
Once a gold or silver mine is discovered, you only have to hand over half of the proceeds, and the rest is yours.
This immediately triggered a boom in contract development among Nanyang Chinese, attracting a large number of people.
Who is willing to work if we can build a mountain and open a mine?
"Brother Dayong, do you really know how to look at mountains?"
"That's right, if some of us are rich now, we will definitely become rich!"