Zhang Yunzhao's first question was whether Zhao Ran had carefully considered what the consequences of meddling in the loan of Qingmiao's money would cause.

Zhao Ran knew that his previous plan to be vague in order to get through the trick was useless, and this time he had to explain things thoroughly. In fact, if you think about it, you should be clear, how could a high-ranking venerable person like Zhang Yunzhao be fooled by him? Therefore, Zhao Ran nodded and said: "What kind of consequences will this be, Xiaodao has already thought it through, and I am willing to bear it." ”

In the 11th year of Zhengde, Miao Chenchun, the prefect of Hangzhou, wanted to abolish the Qingmiao money, but was impeached by the political envoy for embezzlement and bribery, so he was dismissed from his post; in the 16th year of Zhengde, Xu Yunchen, the supervisor of the Xingyun Palace in Fuzhou, wanted to change the policy of the Qingmiao money and was assassinated by gangsters; in the third year of Jiajing, the rice fat peasant households in Shaanxi Province were killed by the government because of the Qingmiao Qian riot...... and in the seventh year of Jiaqing, Liu Jian, a scholar, wanted to re-evaluate the acres of land in the world, so he attacked the Metropolitan Procuratorate and even sent a letter to the officials in advance."

Zhao Ran was in a cold sweat when he heard this, and with the examples thrown out by Zhang Yunzhao, he felt as if he was under the huge waves, and if he was not careful, he would be drowned in the unfathomable sea.

Zhao Ran sorted out his thoughts, thought for a while, and said: "First, Xiaodao only interfered in the matter of Qingmiao's money lending in Guyang County, and if it does not spread to other counties, the scope of influence will be much smaller; second, Wujiyuan and Guyang County Ya have also agreed to Xiaodao's plan, because Xiaodao will not harm the profits of the Taoist Academy and the government yamen, and the resistance will not be so great; third, as long as the Daomen are willing to support Xiaodao, Xiaodao will not be afraid of those wealthy gentry, even if they want to deal with Xiaodao with crooked and evil ways, Xiaodao has the confidence to take it down. In short, to put it bluntly, the gentry of a county, no matter how much they toss, can always cope with it. ”

Zhang Yunzhao was noncommittal to Zhao Ran's answer, pondered for a moment, and threw out the second question: Zhao Ran's plan is completely a loss-making business, how much money can he lose money?

Once the specific details of the operation were involved, Zhao Ran was much more relaxed, calculated an account in front of Zhang Yunzhao and Jing Zhimo, and finally told them that there would be a profit difference of two thousand silver in a year, and he had the ability to sustain such a loss for at least ten years. In addition, he told Zhang Yunzhao and Jing Zhimo that they had already negotiated with Kong County Commander to contract 10,000 mu west of Cointreau Mountain for 50 years, which could not only open up wasteland, but also use it to top the hole of profit, so in the long run, in fact, there was no loss, and if it was operated properly, it could even be profitable.

He was more interested in the matter of Jingzhimo's land reclamation, and his question was where the farmers and people who opened up the land came from. Zhao Ran then talked about what he had seen and heard in Changworm Mountain, saying that there were many people in Changworm Mountain who were farming in the mountains, and the conditions were not good, and outside the supervision of the government, he planned to persuade these people to move to the west of Cointreau Mountain, and he believed that it should be possible, after all, the wasteland and fields west of Cointreau Mountain were quite fertile, the water source was relatively sufficient and convenient, and the farming conditions were much better.

In fact, Zhao Ran's real way to persuade the people of Changworm Mountain to relocate will eventually fall on the golden rooster spirit demon, as long as he says that the five-color master moves, then the people who accept the blessing of the five-color master must not have any problems.

Zhang Yunzhao's next question is how much financial resources Zhao Ran has. Although Zhao Ran himself said that the hole would not be very big, but with the preliminary expenditure of land reclamation, this amount of silver money may reach tens of thousands of taels, which is a number that makes Zhang Yunzhao feel a headache.

So Zhao Ran told the story of being taken captive by the Buddhist demon monks to the summer realm, and finally fled back after a lot of hard work, which inevitably added some jokes about taking the sheep and harming the temple, and shoehorned his source of property into it. Anyway, he has been impeached by the Daomen, and Pei Zhongze is in front of him, so he can say whatever he wants.

Zhang Yunzhao's last question is what Zhao Ran paid such a big price for.

Zhao Ran was not ambiguous, and said with great righteousness: "Although Xiaodao is small and humble, but he is worried about Daming, and has always taken the blessing of the people as his mission, I think, this should be the consciousness and responsibility that every one of us in the Daomen should have! Qingmiao Qian seems to be a trivial matter, but the impact is extremely bad, as the saying goes, the embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed in the anthill, and Xiaodao really can't bear to see the dignified Ming Dynasty under the protection of my Daomen. Xiaodao can't do too much, so I have to start from small things, start from the side, try to bring more blessings to the people around me, try to let the people feel the kindness of the Tao, so that the belief of my Tao will be passed on forever!"

A loud and bright words were thrown out, and the hall was suddenly silent, Zhang Yunzhao and Jing Zhimo both stared at Zhao Ran's eyes and were silent for a long time. Zhao Ran stubbornly looked at the two big men, his eyes didn't blink, and he didn't know how long it took, Zhang Yunzhao nodded slowly, and said solemnly: "A good 'consciousness and responsibility', a good 'start from small things, start from the side'...... Since you, the little master of the Dao Academy, have this heart, I, Zhang Yunzhao, can only do my best to support it. ”

Zhang Yunzhao was a resolute person, and immediately told Jing Zhimo to draft an official document allowing Zhao Ran to get involved in Qingmiao's money loan, and then used the seal to hand it over to Zhao Ran.

Zhao Ran was overjoyed, and read this official document several times with this official document in his hand, imagining in his mind that countless merit powers flew into his own sea of qi.

After thanking Zhang Yunzhao and Jing Zhimo, Zhao Ran was about to get up and say goodbye, but was stopped by Zhang Yunzhao: "Wait, there are some things, I have to tell you a thing or two." ”

Although the prison court ordered him, Zhao Ran did his best. ”

"You have to do your best to start this matter, and strive to spread it all in Guyang County within three months. ”

"The prison is reassuring. ”

"All the processes must be recorded, and the difficulties encountered must also be written, including those who are obstructed by the gentry and the government, and those who are in the Wuji Yuan and the government to make you stumble, all of them must be sued to me. If there are any good experiences and any lessons that need to be paid attention to, you must tell me, and you must not omit or ignore them. ”

"Yes. ”

"In the past three months, Zhao Zhiran has been in charge of this matter in Guyang County, and Zhimo has gone to Pingwu, Shiquan, and Jiangyou counties to run around, and he is familiar with the situation in each county.

Zhao Ran was stunned, and was immediately overjoyed, if Zhang Yunzhao really implemented the Qingmiao Qian reform in the whole government according to his method, he Zhao Ran would definitely want to intervene in it, and he didn't know how much merit he could earn at that time!

Compared with Zhao Ran's surprise, Jing Zhimo was much more hesitant, wanting to dissuade but didn't know what to say, he just said: "The prison is ......."

Zhang Yunzhao sighed and said to Jing Zhimo: "Zhao Zhiran is right, the embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, since my Daomen has protected the Ming Dynasty for so many years, I can't watch the world gradually collapse." In the past few years, you have also seen that the livelihood of people everywhere has become more and more difficult, and they cannot survive, so they have to go down the crooked path. Why did those 'Eight Immortal Sects', 'Five Directions Sects', and 'Three Puritans' pop up like mushrooms after a rain, and why so many people were bewitched by them, it was really because they couldn't survive. If we want to clean up the source and protect the rule of our Daomen, we must let the people have enough to eat, warm clothes, and let them have fields to cultivate and houses to stay. BIBS Money is not the culprit of all problems, but it is certainly one of them, and I have to cheer up my daily sense these days, so take this as a way to cheer up!"

Jing Zhimo still shook his head: "The prison is too big, and it is not easy to deal with." You're almost sixty years old, and if things don't work out, won't this life be ruined in it?"

Zhang Yunzhao smiled: "My generation of people in the Daomen, you should think of the Daomen, wouldn't it be a pity to be in trouble?" Zhimo, I know that you have good intentions, but I have made up my mind, this matter must be done." If I can't do it, you can continue to do it, if you still can't do it, let Zhao Zhiran do it!"

Jing Zhimo couldn't persuade Zhang Yunzhao, so he had to sigh secretly. After bidding farewell to Zhao, after returning to the office of the Tui Guan, where he temporarily lived, he thought about it and sighed until the night. At three o'clock in the morning, Jing Zhimo still couldn't sleep, so he got up and put on his clothes, came to the courtyard, and paced around in the moonlight.

After another half an hour, Jing Zhimo finally stopped, returned to the room, picked up the oil lamp, sharpened the pen, and wrote a letter on the paper. R1152