The prince was shocked, how long have you been in the inspection department, and you will donate 8,000 at once? But in any case, this is a charcoal in the snow.

"If there is a lonely future, it will live up to the sincerity of Yishan."

Lao Meng likes to see the prince like he has never seen the world, anyway, this silver is lost to him by Liu Li, in case it is really a military salary, he took a bite of his hand, and threw most of it to the prince, wouldn't it be beautiful to borrow flowers and offer Buddha.

For a while, the monarch and the ministers got along, and they were very close.

"If we want to solve the military needs and salaries, and not be stuck by the imperial court, we have to do business first."

King Yi said eloquently: "In the past, King Han, who built a feudal domain in Gansu, asked the imperial court for salt, but was refuted. When the emperor was too great, the king of Kaifeng Zhou asked the nearby salt field to allocate salt to the palace, and my emperor's nephew agreed, but the household department did not let it. ”

Old Meng Xin said that the imperial court is almost guarding against your royal relatives and thieves!

The prince grumbled, and then said: "This is using us royal relatives as beggars? Now, according to the custom, only 300 citations a year are given, so we have to expand this opening. ”

"The salt introduction is issued by the household department in Nanjing, this matter is easy to operate, and I found Cao Jixiang, the great eunuch of the DPRK, whether the salt introduction is three hundred or three thousand, or turned into ten thousand, it is all a matter of his sentence to Nanjing."

Lao Meng thought about it and understood that the biggest problem was that this salt introduction could not be directly given to the palace, and sure enough, the prince said: "Your inspection department will come forward to endorse it, contact Luoyang merchants, let them exchange grain for salt, and let the merchants go to Nanjing to lead the salt in the next year." ”

Is this a grain infusion? Isn't this a fucking white strip? It's more profitable than me in the mountains!

"That's it! Leave it to me, Lao Meng's official position was promoted by the prince, you use me once, this little thing can't be done. ”

Zhu Zhanlong said with a smile: "Yishan is the most relieved to be alone. ”

After the important things were explained, Meng Yishan was about to retire, ready to make up for sleep, and slept enough to spend the energy consumed in the willow lane of Huajie.

The prince stopped him again, and said casually: "The king of Ming Japan is going to the White Horse Temple to make incense and meet the old abbot of Guangqin." The timing is a little bad, you bring some people to follow and escort along the way. ”

Lao Meng smiled and nodded: "Lao Meng, I am also a believer in Buddhism, so I have to follow the prince to mix a vegetarian meal in the White Horse Temple." ”

King Yi waited for Meng Yishan to go far, got up and wandered around the room, there was a thought in his heart, and he thought: "Who leaked the secret place of the East Pavilion map to the Shaolin Temple?" ”

He didn't dare to trust his cronies in the mansion now, and his credibility was not as good as Meng Yishan outside.

The prince pushed open the window, looked at the white snow outside, and couldn't help sighing.

Meng Yishan just got out of the study, just turned the two corridors, and passed by a figure in Tsing Yi, Lao Meng only felt that the person was so familiar, and then shouted loudly: "Iron Gun Lu!" ”

The man in Tsing Yi slowly turned around, and it was Lu Yunpeng, who "picked Huayue with a gun".

"Meng Inspection, meet again." The Lord of the Land Bureau said in a flat tone.

Lao Meng snorted haha, and said in his heart that it was better not to see. He had a ghost in his heart, and he was afraid that he would meet the proprietor of the Yunpeng Dart Bureau in the palace, and if he changed places, Meng Yishan would definitely run away.

Although he is now a great martial artist, he has done too many things to lose, so he naturally has a weak heart.

At the moment, he beckoned: "How could the bureau master come to the palace, didn't he take the prince's dart?" ”

Lu Yunpeng stared at him for a while, and said, "Last time, Tian Xi's dart was robbed, and even the owner's family was killed, and the legend was that the Ye family did it, right?" ”

Meng Yishan decided to put on a leather jacket and pretend, and said indignantly at the moment: "The Ye family is too unspeakable, and the rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, so they dare to kill people and rob the Tao on the side of their house, and they don't talk about morality." ”

Lu Yunpeng suspected that the robbery of Tian Xi was related to Lao Meng, and the dead ghost Lord Tian was Lao Meng's predecessor, so there must be something to do here. But I heard Li Ding, the deputy head of the dart who escaped, tell that among the masters of the dart robbery was Zhang Fan, the rolling sea dragon. Thinking that this pirate giant, as an overlord, would not be easily driven by others, he could only question in his heart.

At this time, seeing that he insisted that it was the Ye family, he also believed it a little, and said in a gentle tone: "Yejiazhuang has been exterminated by Lord Meng, and it is said that he has spoken out for my dart game, and I want to thank my lord." ”

Old Meng Haha laughed: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!" ”

After a few words of greeting, Lu Yunpeng said goodbye and went to meet the prince. Meng Yishan looked at his back, pinched a handful of cold sweat in his hands, and waited out of the palace, still thinking to himself along the way: "What is this Lu Yunpeng doing here?" ”

Inspector Meng returned to the yamen, and immediately summoned Mr. Yan and Qian Lun to the secret room of the back house of the inspection department. Discuss the matter of transfusing grain in exchange.

When Lao Meng told King Yi about the fact that he wanted to open 3,500 pieces of salt this time, Mr. Yan and the money account room were very shocked.

Yan Ji thought for a while, and said to Lao Meng: "I once worked as a staff member under the general military account of Xuanfu, and the reason for the exchange of grain there is because the land is close to the border, and it is inconvenient to transport grain, so I rely on private merchants to transport grain to make up for it. Only the nine-sided land has this power. King Yi did this, and when he was replaced by Taizu or even Chengzu Zhu Di, the court would never agree. ”

Lao Meng nodded yes and listened carefully.

Mr. Yan said: "But now that the salt law is abolished, it doesn't matter where the grain is transported, the loopholes in Nanjing's household department are the same as a sieve, this matter is feasible, and it is profitable!" ”

"Oh, what do you mean, sir?" Meng Yishan sincerely sought advice.

"The merchant will only be able to take the grain next year, and this can only be settled in the long term. They could even send people to Nanjing to bring out all the salt in the next few years and sell it to merchants in exchange for more grain. ”

Meng Yishan thought about it, although there were eunuchs in the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China who spoke, but if he took care of those officials in Nanjing, and made extra or even more than 10,000 salt leads, he had to pay for it! But here the palace eats meat, and he can not only drink soup, but also earn a feast.

"This grain transfer and import business can be done."

Even claiming that it was, the money account room also said: "There is also oil and water to be fished from this harvest, but ......" He hesitated and did not finish his words.

"In addition to making the prince happy, what other oil and water is there?"

The money account room replied: "If we are asked to collect grain, we can use a bucket when collecting grain, and the grain pile is counted as a bucket of rice." When it is handed over to the king's house...... With a flat bucket, you can also mix some bran to stock up the cut grain. ”

"Old money, you lack virtue and do too much, be careful that you don't have that to give birth to a son, you can't do this." Meng Yishan scolded with a smile and vetoed the suggestion.

The thief has a great future, and he can't afford to offend the prince to do such a thing.

Lao Meng said at the moment: "Old Qian, the matter of contacting various businesses and urging merchants to transport grain will be handed over to you." ”

Docking with merchants, supervising the transportation of grain, and even going to Nanjing to do the work of collecting and quoting must be handed over to Qian Lun, a turbid official like the money account room is not more expensive than Mr. Yan, it must be used, and it cannot cold his heart.

The money account room felt that he was deeply favored by the adults, and said bluntly, "Ignore it!" He was very enthusiastic about things, said goodbye to Meng Yishan, and went to work.

Mr. Yan was also about to retire, but was eagerly pulled by Lao Meng and said, "Sir, don't go, have a drink with me." "Tell the wine to be set on the table, and have a drink with the gentleman.

When the wine and food came up, Mr. Yan coped with two glasses, his face was ruddy, his eyes were shining, and he looked even more dignified. He asked Meng Yishan: "People have no long-term concerns, but they must have near-term worries." Your foundation in office is unstable, and you have also bent the law, how will you deal with it in the future? ”

Lao Meng personally held the pot, poured another glass of wine for Mr. Yan, smiled slyly, and said: "I am doing things for the prince now, and the big tree is good for the shade." When the tree falls, there will be you, sir. ”

Lao Meng didn't have a heavy burden in his heart, and secretly thought that Lao Tzu would be addicted to being an official for a day, and if he couldn't get along, he would go back to the mountain to be the owner of the village, and be happy.

Yan Ji saw that he was not afraid of boiling water for his dead pig, smiled bitterly, and planned for him: "I advise you to follow Meng Weijun, and while managing your power, don't forget to win people's hearts and give favors to gain public expectations." Scatter wealth and accumulate fame. Mr. Yan looked at him expectantly.

Lao Meng leaned back on the Taishi chair, touched his chin with his hand and pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Well, what Mr. said makes sense, everyone wants a good reputation." Where to start? ”

Yan Ji said with relief: "This should be done bit by bit intentionally in ordinary times, that is, deliberately giving grace to others." As long as the foundation of popularity has been laid, what is there to fear from the ups and downs of the sea. ”

Mr. Yan didn't say a word, and thought to himself: "When you can grow from only knowing how to kill people and set fires to learning hypocrisy, it can be said that you have changed." ”

Meng Yishan raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and took a sip of wine: "Okay!" From now on, my old Meng is Guan Luo Sai Meng! ”

Fine snow fell in the sky, and a little snowflake fell on the ground, paving a layer of white thin felt, and the chariot of King Yi walked towards the snow, and the car depicting the dragon and the phoenix drove before and after, and a hundred and ten guards escorted it.

Meng Yishan's green robe was embroidered, riding the black horse, walking beside the prince. This time, when the prince came to the White Horse Temple, he only brought the little prince Zhu An and Lao Meng, and none of the masters of the palace followed.

Meng Yishan was worried all the way, for fear of killing the Shaolin monk from the street corner or on the roof, and prepared to pull the prince and run away as soon as there was a situation.

Under the long wind and snow, the team came to the mountain gate of the White Horse Temple, Meng Yishan jumped off his "old six", and a hanging heart finally put down.

The inside and outside of the mountain gate are covered with snow, and the vast Buddha hall houses are stained with a thin layer of snow, adding three points of holiness to the solemnity. Even Lao Meng, a layman, couldn't help but feel at ease.

A monk who knew the guest had already greeted him in the mountain gate, respectfully greeted the prince, and led King Yi and his party to the temple.

Before I entered the temple gate, I heard a noise inside, and the sound was noisy, and it seemed that there were many people inside.

King Yi frowned slightly, and Meng Yishan said angrily to the monk when he saw this: "Why don't you see the scene when the prince comes?" ”

The monk said with a pale face: "The heavy snow has closed the road for several days, and it is inconvenient to transport grain. Grain prices skyrocketed, many poor households in Luoyang ran out of rations, and the abbot set up porridge in the temple. ”

The prince walked through the stone steps in front of the temple with a solemn face, and when he entered the door, there were about 200 men, women, old and weak, with tattered clothes and hungry faces. Holding some broken bowls and clay pots in his hands, they gathered noisily into several rows, looking forward to the soup soup in the White Horse Temple.

A few stout monks carried large wooden barrels more than a person high to the open ground, and kept scooping out the thin white porridge with spoons to fill these people. Sweating profusely.

Zhu Zhanlong frowned, opened his mouth and issued an edict, saying: "The abbot of Guangqin was born by the common people, and this king admired it, and gave him a thousand yuan and a porridge relief in the temple to help the good deeds of the Zen master. ”

The monk hurriedly thanked him, Tan Yue, who was as rich and bold as King Yi, was not seen for ten years. The greeting is more courteous.

Lao Meng saw that the prince gave money to the White Horse Temple, and hurriedly said: "The prince and the bodhisattva are hearty." Do good deeds and accumulate virtues, you can't leave me Lao Meng, I will give you the 1,000 yuan for you. ”

King Yi smiled and said: "That is a little bit of the king's heart to respect the Buddha, and it can be replaced by someone." ”

Lao Meng nodded yes and said, "Then I will also donate 500 yuan to the temple." ”

Meng Xunjian thought that the old monk of the abbot was really good, and he was waiting for the prince to come over and he would play this play, and he got a lot of charity at once.

The little prince Zhu An is very curious about the White Horse Temple and those poor people who ask for porridge, he has grown up in the deep palace since he was a child, and it is difficult to come out once, and everything feels fresh.

Zhu An leaned over and asked Meng Yishan, "Master, why do these people live so poorly?" ”

Because the fat sheep are all robbed by your Zhu family! This kind of old Meng's heart words can't be said directly to the little apprentice, he looked at King Yi far away, patted Zhu An's head and said, "There are bad people in the court!" ”

The little prince nodded as if he didn't understand.

The prince sent a few guards to help scoop porridge and rice, and left all the servants in the side rooms on both sides of the main hall, and only took his youngest son and Meng Yishan into the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Zhike respectfully handed over the incense, and the prince bowed to the third Buddha, and then lit the incense and offered it.

Lao Meng stood and did not worship, ignoring the eyes of the monks, and leisurely looking at the paintings in the main hall. I was thinking in my heart: "This abbot has a big shelf, and the prince doesn't welcome him when he comes." ”

After a while, a small novice came over, clasped his palms and said to King Yi, "The abbot is waiting for the king in the meditation room." ”

King Yi said happily: "Yishan, take An'er and me to meet the master." ”

At this time, it is already the first sunny day after the snow. Lao Meng pulled Zhu An, followed behind the prince, and the three of them followed the guidance of the little novice, passed through the back of the Buddha hall, and faced a pomegranate forest with frost and snow.

It was a very quiet place, and there was no one except for the cries of birds in the woods. A small courtyard looms behind the wrong trees. Walking along the path, you will arrive at the front door of the Zen temple where the abbot of the White Horse Temple is cultivating.

On the left and right sides of the courtyard door, a couplet is pasted, which together is the head:

Reading the Bayeux Sutra, I have to be single-minded

Participate in the wonderful truth of lotus flowers, and realize all laws as such

King Yi stood under the door, his expression became more and more respectful, and he said loudly to the inner courtyard: "Abbot, the disciple Zhan Long has come to see him. ”

A warm voice in the Zen courtyard came over: "Come in." ”

Lao Meng was extremely curious about this old abbot, and followed Zhan Long into the courtyard gate, and saw an old monk standing in the middle, his eyes were focused, watching the stamen of a plum tree in the courtyard.

The old monk turned his head, and Meng Yishan took the opportunity to see the appearance of the abbot master clearly.

Guangqin looked to be about sixty years old, with a broad forehead, a smile on his clear face, clear eyes, and an ordinary sea green monk's robe. Holding a string of rosewood prayer beads, he raised his hand to reveal a kind of magnanimity.

Zhu Zhanlong stepped forward, bowed down excitedly, and said, "Xiao Wang has been looking forward to it day and night, and finally waited for you to get out of the customs." ”

The sleeves of the abbot's robe waved, and a soft and pure true qi supported Zhu Zhanlong's bowing body.

Guangqin said: "The poor monk is just a monk, and there is no need to perform this great ceremony. ”

The prince said earnestly to Guangqin: "It is still necessary." The look was sincere and respectful.

Guangqin smiled, no longer insisted, and accepted the gift of King Yi.

Lao Meng thought that this monk's identity seemed to be unusual, so he hurriedly grabbed it and bowed heavily, and said respectfully: "Meng Yishan has seen the old immortal. ”

The old abbot looked at Lao Meng with interest, and said with a smile: "Ridiculous, what kind of immortal is a monk." ”

Guangqin saw the little prince Zhu An, who was a little shy, and asked King Yi, "Is this your youngest son?" ”

King Yi said happily: "It's the inferior son Zhu An, this name was still taken by you back then, bring him to show the master today." ”

Guang Qin's face showed kindness, stepped forward and stroked the top of Zhu An's head and said: "This child is the same as when you were young, time flies!" Holding Xiao Zhu'an's hand, he said, "Come into the house and talk." ”

Lao Meng was secretly speechless, and said in his heart: "This monk is amazing, and he is good with King Yi." Lao Tzu has to be respectful. ”

The abbot of Guangqin let the prince and his entourage into the meditation room.