Royal Road

"This time Dongying Gong insisted on going to Beijing, I was helpless. I am really ashamed to preside over a painstaking effort, ashamed to be compassionate to Huai'en Temple." Facing the visiting Nianfa, Wang Wen could no longer help but feel angry for many days. , Lamented.

Because he believed in the Buddha's dream, he never left Jinyang these days, but stayed in the mansion and cleaned the mansion carefully in accordance with the epidemic prevention methods mentioned by the doctors Jiang and Jiang Da. I didn't take it loose anymore, and I didn't wear my old clothes. Even the cherished Yu Ruyi was put at the bottom of the box and replaced with a tail.

Unlike other small households, the Royal Palace really has to go all out, and it will naturally be appropriate everywhere. In January, only two or three of the subordinates showed signs of infection, and the family members and relatives were all safe and sound. This can greatly touch Wang Wen's heart. We must know that I heard that there was an epidemic in the city before, and several high gates left Jinyang overnight, but they did not escape the disaster by hiding in the countryside. It is unique in that it is disease-free and disaster-free like the Royal Palace.

This is like the Buddha's blessing, allowing him and his relatives to escape the epidemic. For Wang Wen, who wholeheartedly supports epidemic prevention and has spent careless efforts on it, it is nothing more than a miracle. It is precisely because of this that his heart of worshipping the Buddha has increased unabated. Not only has he repeatedly given donations, he has also sent letters to relatives and friends to let them know the good teachings of the Buddha.

Who would have thought that the belated Dongying father gave him a blow. Not only did not praise the monks who participated in the epidemic prevention, but even went to Kyoto to shut them out. However, Sima Teng is a royal relative after all, no matter how angered in his heart, he can't stop this trip to Luoyang. Had to decline Dong Yinggong's invitation, saying that the illness had stayed at home.

Therefore, when Nianfa came to visit, the shame was no longer concealed, and Wang Wen couldn't help but speak from the bottom of his heart.

Nianfa smiled slightly: "Why is Wang Zhongzheng like this? It is the Buddha's order to cure the disease. I am only observing the Buddha's order. This is the source of the law, the merit, and others cannot be good at it. Now it seems that it is not good at it. Karma?"

Hearing the comfort of chanting, Wang Wen couldn't help but relax: "This is a very true statement! How can a false name in the world compare to the merits of the Dharma."

Seeing Wang Wen cheered up again, she said with a smile: "For this reason, our teacher is preparing to hold a puja in mid-July to save the dead and worship the Buddha. I wonder if Wang Zhongzheng will come?"

"Isn't Mid-July the Mid-Year Festival?" Wang Wen couldn't help but stunned.

"The Buddhist school also has Mulian to save his mother. According to the Bon Sutra, it is the fifteenth of July." Nian Fa explained.

Wang Wen can also be regarded as reading a lot of scriptures, and he suddenly woke up: "That's what I said! To save my mother by a monk is also to save the dead souls. After the epidemic, it is time to hold the puja, or the host is thoughtful! I will go personally, already. Give the compassion of all monks in Huai'en Temple."

Nianfa smiled and said: "Thank you Zhongzheng. In addition, the little monk has one more thing to ask for. This time Jinyang incident was caused by the Buddha's dream. Without Liang's benefactor, there would be no medical treatment, let alone that. The scriptures are wonderfully appreciated. Therefore, the young monk begs Zhongzheng to invite Liang's donor to Huai'en Temple. The monks in the temple are willing to recite the scriptures and burn candles to pray for disaster relief.

This request greatly exceeded Wang Wen's expectations. However, for Liang Feng, he also apologized in his heart. If the Buddha's dream can be heard in heaven, Liang Feng will naturally become famous. With that person's posture and character, he will surely be overwhelmed by the powerful in Beijing. But now, everything has become empty talk.

After pondering for a long time, Wang Wen finally nodded: "This time it all started because of the Buddha's dream, so naturally it should also end up with the Dharma meeting. I will write to Liang Mansion to see what he means. However, Zixi is weak, not necessarily To be able to catch up with the Fa conference, I only hope that this immeasurable merit will also make his body healthy..."

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Entering the summer heat in July, cicadas began to sing in the courtyard. Amidst the greenery, two jade men, one large and one small, walked slowly across the long corridor towards the watchtower of the courtyard.

The older one wore a single gown with silk yarn and pedals with compound-tooth clogs. It may be too hot, and there is no full clothing on the feet. A pair of white jade-like slender feet were exposed, wooden clogs, crisp and sweet, unspeakably free and easy. The smaller one wore a soft-bottomed brocade shoe and a willow-green undergarment. The red cheeks are round and jade-run, and they are beautiful and pleasant.

The two of them came to the watchtower, holding hands. The child raised his head and said, "Father, be careful!"

"Well, Rong'er is also careful." Liang Feng replied with a smile.

The two of them walked upstairs without the help of the maidservant. This watchtower has three floors of houses. One of them is weak and the other is young. When they climbed to the top floor, they were a little bit of breath. Luzhu hurriedly stepped forward and handed over a warm cloth towel: "Langjun, Xiaolangjun, wipe your sweat first, don't catch a cold."

At this time, even if you don't move, you are sweating profusely. How can you catch a cold so easily? However, Liang Feng didn't refuse Luzhu's kindness. He took the kerchief and wiped the sweat from his head. The little man on the side also properly wiped his face with a handkerchief before craned his neck and looked out to the courtyard.

"Does Rong'er remember what was planted in the field?" Liang Feng asked the cloth towel back to the green bamboo at random.

"Over there is millet! Over there is soybeans! And Ma Tian..." Liang Rong suddenly came to his energy, and excitedly raised his little hand for a moment.

"Yes. Can you see clearly what the farmers are doing?" Liang Feng asked.

This is a bit difficult. It is too far away from the farm. From the observation tower, you can only see a group of ant-like farmers working on the farm, and you can't see what they are doing. Liang Rong thought for a long time before murmured: "It seems to be watering the fields?"

"This year's severe drought, millet will soon be eared, and soil moisture must be maintained." Liang Feng nodded slightly. "We also need to fertilize, cultivate soil, drive away birds... If you want to harvest more food, you have to work harder. The suffering of farmers can be seen."

Liang Rong nodded ignorantly, and then asked: "Father, do I want to learn this too?"

"What you have to learn is not how to plant the fields, but how to plant these fields. When to sow, when to harvest, how to resist drought, how to prevent flooding, what are the benefits of rotation and simultaneous planting, and what impact does weather change have on the fields? ......All these kinds of things have been written by predecessors and recorded in agricultural books. Only by studying these books can you divide the grains, know the season, and understand the roots of the farm. When you encounter a disaster, you will know how to deal with it. , Will not be deceived by the subordinates."

These are also what Liang Feng gradually learned in the past two months. Only the "Book of Pan Sheng" and "The Order of the Four People's Month" taught him a lot of agricultural knowledge, and he was even able to guide the elderly farmers to protect their grains and fight drought according to the book. In this era, there are still a large number of people who rely on the sky for food, and there are very few farmers who have the ability to systematize agricultural knowledge. What they lack is often the extraction of experience. As long as the window paper is pierced, everything will be easy. Therefore, the agricultural book is extremely important.

Liang Feng didn't want Liang Rong to become a scholar who only knew poetry and books, so taking advantage of the summer, he took his son to the observatory to climb high to enjoy the coolness, and take a look at his manor to learn basic common sense.

Liang Rong felt obedient, and after thinking about it for a moment, he said, "Rong'er understands. Only by knowing about farming can we persuade the farmers to work on the crops and let the people live in peace."

"Rong'er is really smart." This is what Liang Feng said in his heart. Liang Rong is smart, easy to learn, meticulous and patient, and has a calmness far beyond his age. Such a good child makes people want to teach well.

As he was talking, there was a burst of babbles from below. Liang Rong's eyes lit up: "Father, they have started to train! Can I go and see?"

"Go ahead."

With approval, Liang Rong quickly stood up, jogged all the way to the wooden fence, and looked down. I saw that the horse farm below began to dust again, and a few cavalry drove the horses like they were running wildly in the field. Liang Rong couldn't move his eyes away, his little hand firmly grasped the wooden fence: "Father, Rong'er also learns to ride a horse!"

Liang Feng almost laughed. This kid has been thinking about riding since he saw Yiyan and the others practice riding and shooting once, regardless of whether his short legs can step on the horse's stirrups.

With a light cough, he said, "Rong'er is too young. If he rides a horse now, his legs will change shape in the future, and they won't grow taller."

Liang Rong looked back in shock: "Team Yi is clearly very tall!"

"That's because he was riding late." Liang Feng retorted with a smile, "At least you have to wait until you are six years old before you learn to ride and shoot."

Liang Rong's small face collapsed immediately, but he was not the kind of kid who would cry and ask for sweets. He was only silent for a moment and became weak and weak: "Rong'er will soon be six years old."

"Haha~ Rong'er is good." Liang Feng wanted to hold the little guy in his arms and rub, "When you learn all the words in the "Book of Filial Piety", I will buy you a little pony for your father. Raise it yourself."

Liang Feng is not a "strict father" by the standard of this era. Buying pets for his son can hardly be done more smoothly. Liang Rong really beamed his eyebrows and said loudly, "Thank you, Father!"

Just as the father and son were chatting with each other, a fast horse drove into Liang's Mansion. Soon, a servant took a letter to the lookout: "Lord, a letter from Jinyang."

"Oh? Show it to me." Liang Feng stretched out his hand and took the letter. This time, there were actually two letters, one from Jiang Da and one from Wang Wen. Liang Feng did not hesitate to tear down Jiang Da's seal first, but after a few glances, he immediately praised the case and said: "The epidemic in Jinyang has subsided!"

In his letter, Jiang Da elaborated on the status quo of Jinyang. The epidemic has been completely controlled, the medical laboratories are the top performers, and the Huai'en Temple and the monks have played an extraordinary role in this epidemic prevention. Without the two complementing each other, the epidemic would not be controlled so easily. Later, he also explained the compilation of the case under the presidency of the doctor Jiang. If the book is completed, Liang Feng's name will be added to it.

After such a babbling five-page paper, Jiang Da changed his conversation and mentioned the incident of going to Beijing. This time, there was no such excitement in his tone, and he was ashamed of his trust in Liang Feng, and he wanted to visit another doctor to help him nurse Yunyun. Looking at these slightly lonely words, Liang Feng couldn't help frowning. Isn't the Shangjing Miansheng the highest honor of this era? Why does Jiang Da look unhappy?

Putting down Jiang Da's letter and looking at Wang Wen's again, Liang Feng immediately found the key. Wang Wen's letters are about the same thing, but the different ones are about Dongyinggong. In the letter, he mentioned with shame that Dong Yinggong had never brought monks to Beijing, and said that Huai'en Temple was going to hold a puja in mid-July and would pray for him at that time. I wonder if he can go to Jinyang to attend the Fa conference.

After carefully reading the letter twice, Liang Feng's brows were slightly relaxed. It seems that this time Yaomozi was caused by Ma Teng from the Dongying company. This guy didn't plan to take the monk to play with him, so he made the monks prepare to have a famous dharma meeting on their own? It's no wonder that Jiang Daxin is a little gloomy. It's not a report on the results of going to Beijing, it's a political speculation.

Liang Feng had heard of this kind of thing in relatives gatherings, and he was familiar with the routines inside. Those who have done meritorious service must be promoted and some will receive rewards, but those who get the most political benefits are never true grassroots personnel. Only when a leader knows a hero can he have merit.

Liang Feng is not interested in such a mess. It was the last invitation that really caught his attention. Huai'en Temple is going to hold a Fa conference, invite him to go?

As if he noticed that Liang Feng's expression was wrong, Liang Rong asked in a low voice, "Father, what happened?"

"Wang Zhongzheng wants to invite his father to Jinyang."

"Then...Father, do you want to go?" Liang Rong immediately became sad. Father hasn't recovered yet, is he really going to leave home?

Liang Feng woke up, smiled and rubbed the little guy's head: "Of course I want to go. This is a rare opportunity!"

With a few words of comfort, let the maid take the little guy down, Liang Feng turned around and said to Luzhu: "Call Jiang Ni over, I have important orders."

After a while, Jiang Ni drove all the way over. Liang Feng went straight to the point and said, "Have the price of food gone up sharply recently?"

Jiang Ni sighed in his heart, and quickly replied: "The price of food has increased dramatically. Now the summer harvest has passed for a long time, but there is still some time for the autumn harvest. Every household has begun to collect grain, and it is estimated that the price of grain will not fall for a while. ."

"I can't get down from the grain store, do those high-ranking households still have grain in their hands?" Liang Feng asked.

I don’t quite understand the meaning of Langzhu’s words, but Jiang Ni still has one thing to say: “High-level people can store grain, ranging from a few hundred shi to as many as a thousand shi. However, these people hold their own identities and do not directly buy and sell food. They all control food prices in the market through grain shops."

Gaomen will never be short of food. Which one does not have a few high-ranking officials comparable to Qianshi? The salary is the boss. In addition, there are several Zhuangzi who occupy forty to fifty percent of the land. I am afraid that the food sold every year is thousands of stones, not to mention the food stored at home. Whether the drought or not has no effect on them, I am afraid they can still take advantage of the famine to recruit more servants and expand Zhuangzi.

Liang Feng chuckled lightly when he heard the words: "It's fine if you have food. After a few days, I will go to Jinyang to participate in the Fa conference. You will go with the messenger from the palace and explore the limelight over there."

Jiang Ni blinked, what's the limelight?

Liang Feng could see his confusion and smiled nonchalantly: "Didn't I say before, I want to sell grain from Jinyang? This time, it is the best opportunity. You send the letter to the palace first, and then like this ..."

Listening to the lord's instructions, Jiang Ni gradually opened his eyes. Can you really act like this?