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Chapter 396 0392 [Your Majesty, please be a faint king for a few days]

Han Zhen nodded secretly and asked, "What are you doing here, my dear friends?"

He Li replied: "I am here to restore the people's livelihood in the capital."

"tell me the story."

Han Zhen leaned back slightly and sat back on the wide chair.

Zhao Ding said loudly: "Your Majesty still needs your help in this matter."

Han Zhen became interested and asked, "How can I help?"

Zhao Ding replied: "Your Majesty, please come out of the palace to drink, have fun, build the palace, and be a 'foolish king' for a while!"

Hearing this, He Li was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of surprise.

Han Zhen chuckled and said, "Do you want me to follow Fan Zhongyan's old example?"

In the first year of Huangyou's reign, there was a famine in Hangzhou, and all industries withered.

All the shops were closed, and Fan Zhongyan, then the governor of Hangzhou, took the lead in spending time, drinking and building large-scale construction projects, and even organized a dragon boat race.

When the officials and gentry below met, they followed suit.

The dragon boat race also attracts participation from countless people from surrounding towns.

For a time, the city of Hangzhou quickly returned to its former prosperity and happiness.

The so-called up and down is nothing more than this.

Zhao Ding nodded and said: "In special times, do special things. Businessmen pursue profit, and the people blindly follow you. As long as your majesty sets an example, all businesses in the capital will prosper."

"Okay, I'll be a faint king for a few days."

Han Zhen stood up and ordered: "Call Zhao Ting and Xie Ding and follow me out of the palace for a walk."

Liu Chang received the order and immediately went to Wenhua Hall to invite people.

……

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Han Zhen was riding on a war horse, flanked by hundreds of personal guards wearing black armor, and behind him were a group of civil and military officials.

Xie Ding and others did not ride in a carriage, they just rode horses and strolled on the streets in a grand manner.

This ostentatious scene immediately attracted many people in the city to watch.

Han Zhen's first stop was at Xiangguo Temple.

The abbot of the temple got the news early and led a group of disciples to pick him up outside the temple.

"Greetings to Your Majesty."

Seeing Han Zhen's arrival, the host put his hands together and bowed deeply.

Han Zhen was riding on a horse, looking at the host condescendingly, and asked: "Are you the host of the courtyard?"

The host replied: "The poor monk's Buddhist name is Yuankong, and he has been granted the title of abbot of Xiangguo Temple."

Xiangguo Temple is a royal temple, and its presiding officers are appointed by the emperor, so it was not affected during the process of Song Huizong's extermination of Buddhism and Taoism.

Moreover, after more than a hundred years of development and expansion, Xiangguo Temple has become the commercial center of Tokyo.

It was precisely because of this consideration that Song Huizong did not take action against Xiangguo Temple.

"This is my first time coming back to Xiangguo Temple. Please show me around."

Han Zhen got off his horse and strode towards the temple gate.

Monk Yuankong hurried forward and explained from the side.

A group of officials followed closely behind.

Xiangguo Temple covers a huge area, with a total of three temple gates, and between each temple gate is a huge square.

"This temple is open five days a month for pilgrims in the city. In front of the temple gate is a place for selling birds, cats, dogs and other livestock. Businessmen from the Western Regions and overseas often come here to set up stalls. There are all kinds of rare birds and animals. ." Monk Yuankong explained carefully, looking at Han Zhen's expression from time to time.

You have to take good care of this man, otherwise in a fit of rage, the whole temple will have to go to the west to see Tathagata Buddha.

As an industry insider, he knew very well what Han Zhen was doing in Shandong.

Asking temples and Taoist temples to pay taxes since the first year of Jianlong's reign, is this a fucking thing that humans can do?

"The second and third gates sell general merchandise needed for daily use. Colorful tents will be erected to keep the stalls neat and consistent. On the corridors on both sides of the temple hall, nuns from various temples sell embroidery, rags, flowers, etc. Pearls, heads, faces, hats, ribbons, etc. are exchanged for rice and grain to subsidize the temple."

Han Zhen half-smiled but said, "The stall fee isn't cheap, isn't it?"

Monk Yuankong was shocked and said with a smile: "There are many disciples in the temple, and it costs a lot to eat what a horse chews."

Han Zhen didn't say anything and walked into the main hall.

Standing in the hall with his hands behind his hands, he looked around at the splendid Buddha statues in the hall. He slowly said: "I will give you a number, 80 million guan, together with the accounts of the monk fields under the name of the temple, and they will be sent to the Ministry of Finance in three days."

"This……"

Monk Yuankong was about to cry for poverty and wanted to bargain with him.

At this moment, he glanced at Lao Jiu beside him and saw his right hand resting on the handle of the knife. He was immediately covered in white hair and sweat, and hurriedly responded: "Your Majesty, don't worry, it will be delivered tomorrow! "

Han Zhen continued: "Since you are a foreigner, you should eat fast and chant Buddha's name honestly. The usury money should stop. From then on, you should pay 80% of the incense money and stall fees every month."

"The poor...poor monk obeys the order."

Monk Yuankong was about to cry, but he could only force a smile.

After wandering around Xiangguo Temple for a while, Han Zhen left with satisfaction.

Watching Han Zhen leave, an elder said with a mournful face: "Master, where did the 80 million strings come from in the temple!"

Eighty million, not eight thousand strings!

Although Xiangguo Temple has made a lot of money over the years, it cannot afford such blackmail.

Monk Yuankong said with a bitter look on his face: "I am a swordsman and I am a fish, how dare I say no?"

The elder said anxiously: "But there is not so much money in the temple's account."

Monk Yuankong looked around the circle of monks and said seriously: "Over the years, you have made a lot of money one by one. It's time to spit out some. Even if you sell iron, you still have to make up 80 million yuan. Don't blame me for not having it." Remind you, this official is different from the previous one, he is the real reincarnation of the Killing Star."

Seeing the different expressions on everyone's faces, he snorted coldly: "For this reason, you should weigh it up yourself. It will be disrespectful to have a butcher's knife on your neck."

... Riding on his horse, Han Zhen asked: "Who was responsible for Buddhist and Taoist temples in the past?"

Wu Min replied: "Your Majesty, the Temple Affairs Bureau and Tidian Office in Beijing are responsible for the maintenance and management of the temples."

Han Zhen asked again: "Who is the chief officer?"

"Bachelor of Duanming Palace, Huang Shang!"

Oh!

Self-taught without a teacher, he created the original Nine Yin Sutra.

Thinking of this, Han Zhen ordered: "Let him come to Chui Gong Hall to see me tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Wu Min responded.

The last time he entered the city, Han Zhen just walked along the imperial street of Nanxunmen all the way to the imperial city.

Today I simply walked around to familiarize myself with the environment of the city.

After leaving Xiangguo Temple, we walked along East Street and out of the Old Song Gate.

The city of Tokyo is densely populated. Whether it is the inner city or the outer city, there is almost no free space.

Especially on both sides of the street, even if it is a palm-sized piece of land, we must try every means to use it.

As we walked, shacks appeared in our field of vision.

The shacks are all connected together, and you can't even see the end of them from a horse.

Han Zhen pointed to the shack and asked, "Where is this place?"

"Your Majesty, this is where refugees gather in the city. People who work in the city cannot afford to rent a house or stay in an inn, so they set up a shack to stay here. They work to make money during the day and have a roof over their heads at night. It will not be exposed to wind or rain.”

He Li paused and continued: "At first there were only a few thousand households, but later more and more people came to the city. In addition, Zhao Ji carried out a lot of construction in recent years, and Cai Jing and other six thieves occupied people's residences. As a result, many people lost their places to live, and they also gathered in Here. Today, there are no less than 100,000 refugees here.”

Han Zhen ordered: "If it is messy and unsightly, it should be demolished."

"This……"

Wu Min was about to speak to admonish, but was stopped by He Li's look.

Seeing this, Han Zhen chuckled and said: "Why, it's rare for me to be a foolish king. If I don't do something that is outrageous and resentful, it seems that it can't be justified."

Zhao Ding asked with a smile: "Haha, I wonder what your Majesty will build after demolishing these shacks?"

Han Zhen said: "People in the capital like Cuju, so they should build a Cuju field and hold several Cuju competitions every now and then."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

He Li's eyes lit up, and he immediately frowned and said, "But the Cuju venue doesn't need such a big venue."

"Since it is going to be built, it must be built the biggest and best, capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people watching at the same time. Otherwise, it will look petty and petty."

As Han Zhen said this, sports lottery came to his mind unconsciously.

In fact, this thing seems to be firmly bound to ball games.

Moreover, even if he doesn't do it, the people will do it.

It would be better to let the court officials do it all together, which would be more formal.

At that time, the Supervisory Yuan will be arranged to intervene in supervision to ensure its fairness.

Wu Min and others had no objections, and even looked happy.

Nowadays, the national treasury is not short of money. It really is not short of money. What’s more, the officials have just extorted 80 million yuan from the Daxiangguo Temple. Instead of letting so much money rust in the treasury, it is better to use work as relief.

The greater the cultivation, the more people will respond to the call.

Xie Ding asked: "Your Majesty, how should the refugees be resettled?"

Hearing this, Han Zhen asked: "Is there any open space in the city?"

space?

This question stumped He Li and others.

In a place like the capital where land is at a premium, it's really hard to find a place to house hundreds of thousands of refugees.

After thinking for a moment, He Li's eyes suddenly lit up: "I think of a place that can be used to resettle refugees."

Han Zhen asked curiously: "Where?"

He Li replied: "Forbidden Army Camp. During the Zhenzong period, there were 400,000 Imperial Guards in the capital, and 200,000 were stationed in the city alone. Therefore, Emperor Zhenzong designated an area in the west city as a new military camp. Although it was later reduced to 100,000, The military camp has not changed."

"After Gao Qiu took charge of the Forbidden Army, he blatantly emptied his salary. The number of the Forbidden Army was reduced to 20,000 to 30,000, and the vacant military camps were imprisoned by Gao Qiu and regarded as forbidden troops."

Han Zhen smiled and said, "Okay, I'll choose the Xicheng Military Camp."

He had no intention of placing the army in the city. The number of personal guards guarding the imperial city was only 3,000, and even including family members, they only numbered over 10,000.

After finalizing the resettlement location for the refugees, Han Zhen was in a good mood.

Seeing that the time was approaching noon, he planned to have a meal first and then go to the Xicheng Military Camp for an inspection in the afternoon.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly emerged from the refugee camp.

When these people came to the street, they bowed their heads and kowtowed while shouting "Grandpa Erlang Zhenjun".

Han Zhen had seen this scene once before, so it was not surprising.

In the crowd, an old woman with a haggard face and a withered expression raised her head and asked tremblingly: "Grandpa Erlang, do you dare to ask whether our Qin San'er is alive or dead?"

Qin Saner?

Han Zhen's eyes narrowed and he asked, "Who are you Qin San'er?"

The old woman replied: "I am her mother."

Hearing this, Han Zhen's face darkened and he turned to look at Lao Jiu.

Lao Jiu knew something was wrong, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, Qin San'er was seriously injured at the time and was unconscious all the time. When he woke up in the next few days, he was still in a daze and couldn't even speak clearly. What's more, The imperial doctor told me to rest and rest, but the general did not dare to ask."

"I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"

Han Zhen glared at him, then turned over and dismounted, walked forward quickly, helped the old woman up from the ground, and said warmly with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, old lady, Qin San'er was injured and is in the palace now. Recuperate and you will recover in a few days."

Qin's mother said in fear: "Grandpa Erlang can't do it, how can I bear the title of old lady?"

(End of this chapter)