Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 116 Pray for Rain
From the beginning of March to the end of April, Chang'an is still hot and dry without rain.

East Palace Xiande Hall.

Li Chengqian, Prince of the Supervisory Kingdom, took over the forms and memorials presented to the counties in Yongzhou by Li Tai, the governor of Yongzhou.

The way to think about it has already been thought of. On the eight rivers, all the places where ditches are needed to divert water and water trucks need to be built to draw water, the rollers will be dismantled, and one of the rollers belongs to the princess's natal family.

Even if the rollers of Su Dan's house were demolished, can other families still refuse to accept it?
The eight rivers diverged, and some riverbeds were exposed, and there were still some skeletons of unknown origin, and it was hard to tell whether they belonged to the current dynasty or the previous dynasty.

No, it must be from the former dynasty!
In Chang'an and its surrounding areas, irrigation and daily water supply are basically guaranteed, but the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and even Li Chengqian's young body can't bear it!

If it doesn't rain, the temperature won't drop.

Not to mention going to the Qushi, even Li Chengqian didn't want to touch the Crown Princess, Liangdi, Liangyuan, Chenghui, Zhaoxun, and Fengyi in the prince's inner palace.

It doesn't matter what you like, it's just that it's too hot, your body is sticky, and when it touches human skin, it's even hotter!

The row of titles behind the Crown Princess are all the positions held by Li Chengqian's concubines. There are 58 legally appointed concubines. In fact, it is impossible to have so many.

Even the strongest young cattle cannot plow the fields endlessly.

Tsk tsk, Cheng Yaojin is wearing a silk armor, and he doesn't even wear a middle coat!
Yi Xin, who was standing behind Li Chengqian, said in a low voice: "I have heard that every time Fan Zheng, the supervisor of the Censor Tai's Procuratorate, has extraordinary wisdom, why don't you ask me a question or two?"

Li Chengqian glanced at Xinxin in surprise.

It's not at the time of appointment, the attitude is already clear at a glance after the title is pointed out.

Fan Zheng, this inconspicuous little person, was still in Jiang Shilang, Li Chengqian tried to recruit him, but was rejected.

It's not that Li Chengqian loves talents, it's purely a mentality of wanting to snatch his brother's toys.

No matter how outstanding he is, Jiang Shilang is Jiang Shilang.

Born in Yong County, Qizhou, he went to Jingyun Temple in Nantuo Mountain at the age of nine, and worshiped Taoist Yuan as his teacher. In the first year of Zhenguan, he put forward [-] opinions on the calendar "Wuyin Yuanli" in use, and was awarded a general by Li Shimin. , Li Chunfeng, who joined the Taishi Bureau, is amazing, right?

But it wasn't until the seventh year of Zhenguan, when the Zodiac Instrument was conferred the title of Cheng Wulang, that words gained some weight and people were willing to listen.

If there is no weight, if you speak the truth, you will be treated as a fart;
The weight is heavy enough, the talk is full of fart, and it will be regarded as a canon.

The difference is that Fan Zheng, the general official, was under the care of his aunt, and turned into a supervisory censor.

Ye Niang's meaning is very clear, it's okay for brothers to compete, don't bring Fan Zheng into it.

Even in the matter of Du He, Du He, who was demoted from Fengyu to Zhichang, was imprisoned because of Fan Zheng;

But Fan Zheng's backhand attack on the car in Prince Pusi was equivalent to saving Li Chengqian once in disguise.

Evened out.

The proud Li Chengqian will not deny this.

However, it shouldn't hurt to ask someone to ask.

Let's forget about Zuo Chunfang's record last time, not enough successes, more than failures.

"Ordering the Crown Prince Neifang Cheng... is inappropriate, and ordering a passer-by to bring a code of worship to the Censor Tai Procuratorate, and ask the Supervising Censor Fan Zheng for advice based on etiquette."

Li Chengqian hadn't gone so far as to offend Fan Zheng for the sake of satisfaction.

Prince Neifangcheng was not chosen to come forward, because they are eunuchs and servants of the prince, and Tong Shishe is the official in the East Palace to communicate with the foreign ministers.

The prince made inquiries, and Fan Zheng quickly gave his opinion.

Needless to say, report to His Majesty, Jiucheng Palace is not too far from Chang'an City, so the report has already been made.

Suggestions such as clearing up unjust prisons and reducing corvee are the work of Wei Zheng and the others, so Fan Zheng doesn't have to grab them.

Fan Zheng's suggestion, according to the concept of later generations, is very bad.

"Buddhism and Taoism worship different gods and Buddhas, and there are frequent disputes. Why don't you ask them to pray for rain in turn to see which one is more effective?"

In this day and age, there are many people who believe in these words.

It is not ruled out that there are really masters in Buddhism and Taoism, but praying to God for rain, often the power of the individual is not enough, and the signal cannot be received by God.

Fan Zheng didn't have an antenna on his head, God wouldn't pay attention to him, and simply pushed on the Buddha's head.

Anyway, when dealing with God, Buddhism and Taoism are professionals.

Li Chengqian received the reply, pondered it over, and then asked for advice from the real person Qin Ying of Xihua Temple who was very close to him, and then issued a prince order to announce to the world that there was no rain in Yongzhou, and ordered Buddha and Tao to pray for rain in order, and Daxing The Shan Temple and the Xuandu Temple presided over the ten days for each family.

As soon as the prince's order came out, Buddhism and Taoism shook.

Only the Zoroastrian Temple located in the southwest corner of Buzheng Square, Sabao, Zoroastrianism, Zoroastrianism, etc., who are half officials and half Zoroastrian priests, can't help but celebrate with each other. Fortunately, the power of Zoroastrianism is still young and still Not enough to get into the eyes of the prince.

In Daxingshan Temple, the temple master, the lord, and Duvina were relatively speechless, only feeling bitter in their mouths.

In the eyes of outsiders, their praying for rain belongs to the category of mysticism, and only they themselves know that there are traces to follow.

It is nothing more than that they judged before others whether there is rain or not.

When it's time to mess up, it's not like there isn't one.

In fact, the same is true for Taoism. Although everyone's methods are different, the general direction is still the same.

The doctor of the ancestral hall, Wo Chu, smiled from ear to ear.

Ouch, Fan Zheng, the supervisory censor, is able to deal with him, but he just knows him, and he got a big job just by changing hands.

Praying for rain in Chang'an is not just a casual sacrifice in a temple.

The official name of the ritual of praying for rain is Wangji, which means worshiping mountains and rivers.

The location of the sacrifice is in the northern suburbs.

The altar needs to be maintained, and the offerings need to be purchased, right?
Among other things, according to the rules, if you succeed in praying for rain, you have to reward the heavens with a prison ceremony. The cows, sheep, and pigs are divided and eaten by the shrine department, isn't it too much?

That's all jingling money, even the third division can put some money into a purse openly in front of him!

Whether it is cheap or greedy, it only depends on how much oil and water you scrape.

There are officials who do not earn a penny, but the officials below you, do you also let them suffer from poverty?

Wo Yu's nature is just moderate, eat a little, but not too much.

Use another word to describe it: official oil son.

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The weather in the northern suburbs is getting hotter and uncomfortable.

Under the scorching sun, even monks and monks with bald heads could not help sweating profusely, but they still had to wear Pilu hats and Sangha hats. The black clothes were soaked in sweat and stuck to the flesh, making them look wrinkled.

Even though the feet had been replaced with breathable straw sandals, the smell of fermented tempeh was still elegant, and even I almost vomited.

Beads of sweat were rolling on his face, and mosquitoes were flying wildly in front of his eyelids, even though the altar had been burned with incense, they still couldn't get rid of them.

The bhikkhu monks of Daxingshan Temple, who had better information, were already slandering Duvina.

There is a grievance and a debtor. If it weren't for Duvina's nasty deeds, would he be sent to the northern suburbs to feed mosquitoes?

(End of this chapter)