Zhao Ran was speechless and digested in silence for a long time. Then he asked: "In my opinion, the land rented by the Han people is only a few thousand acres. How can the Dangxiang people survive on such a small amount of rent? Do they still graze?"
"Originally, they all had pastures, but after the Battle of Baima Mountain, all the wealth of these party members was basically wiped out. The remaining cattle, sheep and horses were all robbed by the people of the three tribes, so those pastures were also deserted.
Leave it alone. As for their livelihood, they can barely maintain it. Our Baima Court provides relief one day every ten days and distributes rice to party members to subsidize their families."
Zhao Ran had looked at the account books of Baima Yuan, but he didn't remember the money for the relief. So he asked, "Where did the money for the relief come from?"
Lu Fangzhu said: "It's all squeezed out from the ICBC that built the city wall, and it's listed in the construction fee. There are monthly expenses, I don't know the specific amount..."
Zhao Ran nodded: "There is indeed money for building the city. The amount every month is about one hundred taels. It is specially allocated by Tianhe Palace."
Master Lu Fang said: "The months when we really start working are during the slack season, which is only four or five months a year. The rest are used for relief."
When the old woman heard this, she begged Zhao Ran: "Abbot Zhao, do you keep what you say in the Taoist temple? Can you intercede with Abbot Zeng and give us Han people a ration of food during the relief?"
Zhao Ran was surprised: "Lao Lu, what's going on? They don't have a share in the relief?"
Lu Fangzhu nodded and said: "There is not that much food. The food is squeezed out from the ICBC that built the city wall. It is the limit of Baimayuan to be able to feed the party members. I remember that there was a food shortage one month ago.
, or I borrowed money from the salary of the Taoist priest of Heyuan to buy it."
Zhao Ran was speechless, just comforted the old woman, and then left quickly with Fangzhu Lu - he could no longer sit in someone else's house with peace of mind.
After coming out of this house, Zhao Ran was not in the mood to visit other houses for a while. Fangzhu Lu accompanied him and walked aimlessly in the streets. Unknowingly, he came to Xicheng. The houses here were obviously better.
There are dozens of families living in large houses made of stone and wood, with small courtyards and chickens and dogs.
Lu Fangzhu pointed out: "The Dangxiang people in the city mainly belong to three clans, the Tuoba clan, the Miqin clan, and the Pochao clan. The leader of the Tuoba clan is a Zuru, and the other two clans are all Shu Ming. Abbot, please see, the westernmost clan
The head of that family is the ancestor of the Tuoba family, named Li Yansi."
Zuru is a high-ranking noble in Xixia. He didn’t expect that there would be one in this small Hongyuan City. Zhao Ran silently walked around the courtyard of this Zuru. This Zuru’s title was not low, but he was too old.
However, he is a bit down and out, but he is still very capable and courageous. I have to say that it is difficult for Zhao Ran to understand this.
Walking through the gathering area of Dangxiang people, Zhao Ran and Lu Fangzhu, dressed in Taoist robes, attracted various looks, some were surprised, some were disdainful, some were resentful, and some were vicious.
Fangzhu Lu was a little nervous and whispered: "Abbott, how about we walk faster?"
Zhao Ran said "Oh" and asked: "Master Lu is afraid?"
Lu Fangzhu said: "For the sake of the abbot's safety, Xiao Ren in the living room was beaten up on the street where party members gathered last month. He lay down for more than a month after he returned."
"Were they caught? How were they dealt with?"
"I don't know who did it, how can I investigate and deal with it?"
Zhao Ran frowned and said displeasedly: "Is the beating in vain?"
Master Lu said: "Abbot Zeng said that the law does not punish everyone. Since we can't find out, we just have to endure it."
Zhao Ran said: "You don't have to be afraid. Follow me and I'll make sure nothing happens to you."
Only then did Fangzhu Lu realize that he was following a Huangguan-level monk. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Yes, I almost forgot about the abbot's ability, haha."
Zhao Ran slowly walked through, but unfortunately no one came to provoke him along the way. These party members either squatted on the roadside and killed people with their eyes, or gathered together to play their party members' stone chess, or played stone chess in a certain courtyard.
There was a lot of gambling at the table, but no one came to sap him, so he couldn't realize the evil idea in his chest, so he had to go to the north gate with regret.
It was much more lively here. Hundreds of strong men were sweating and working hard to build the city wall. Zhao Ran saw several large pots in the porridge shed next to it. Rice porridge was being cooked in the pot, and there was a warm pot on the stove next to it.
There are rows of mixed dough, and the boiling heat is rising.
The supervisor was a Taoist priest from the warehouse of Baimayuan. He was originally a scribe in a mainland county. He naturally knew the newly appointed Abbot Zhao, not to mention that he was accompanied by Fangzhu Lu, so he rushed over to see: "
A humble position... Xiaodao has met the abbot."
Zhao Ran asked: "Are these Han people?"
The Taoist priest replied: "We are all Han people. The Dangxiang people are very lazy and do not want to do such heavy work."
“How are meals distributed?”
"The meal in the morning has just been distributed. Each person has a bowl of rice porridge and a piece of dough. It is the same after work, but each person can take two pieces of dough home."
"What noodles? Millet noodles?"
"The millet noodles are mixed with some wild vegetables, one and two taels. Please rest assured, abbot, these are poor people. We all have consciences and we will definitely not dare to deduct any money."
"How many days can the millet noodles last?"
"There are still thirty days of grain stored in the warehouse, specifically for the construction of the city wall."
Zhao Ran nodded and said: "It is enough to increase the city wall to the height of one person. Don't add any more."
The Taoist priest was stunned and did not dare to question, so he had to agree with doubts.
Zhao Ran added: "Today is Pindao's first time to inspect, and it's Taiyi's Christmas to save Ku Tianzun. I ordered you to go down and add two pieces of dough to each person in the evening."
The Taoist priest nodded quickly, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "Abbot Zhao is inspecting the construction period today, and it's Taiyi's Christmas to save Ku Tianzun. The abbot said that each person will add two doughs tonight!"
A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd who were working, and those who were close all put down their work and knelt down to kowtow to Zhao Ran. On the city wall and under the city wall, there was a sudden blackness and people knelt down.
Zhao Ran took the opportunity to say: "Fellow believers, I, the common people of the Ming Dynasty, when you have free time, please come to the White Horse Courtyard to pay homage to the Taoist Master. Then my colleagues in the White Horse Courtyard will have paid their respects."
Hundreds of people responded with a roar. Then Zhao Ran waved his hand and asked everyone to get up and resume work. The strong men were now more energetic and the chants sounded more powerfully.
Zhao Ran felt the faint power of merit coming from the crowd, looked at these hard-working men, looked at the rice porridge as clear as water, and the yellow and black dough, and sighed to Master Lu: "
These common people are the backbone of our Ming Dynasty!"
Fangzhu Lu bowed to Zhao Ran: "Abbott, have mercy!"
Zhao Ran said: "This is not mercy, this is compensation. Lao Lu, they came all the way from the mainland to Songfan, hoping for a good life, but we still put hardship on their backs, when
The spine is broken, and all of us cannot lift our heads."
Fangzhu Lu was silent for a moment and said: "Abbott, I have been holding back some words for a long time. I don't know whether I should say it to the abbot."
"Lao Lu, just say it."
"Abbot Zeng always said that we should consider the overall situation and understand the general situation, but..."
Zhao Ran patted him on the shoulder and said: "Okay, I understand what you mean. The sentence itself is not wrong, the key depends on how you understand it. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it slowly after we go back."
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ..:m.