"This time, Dongying Gong insisted on going to Beijing, and I have nothing to do. I really feel ashamed for the painstaking efforts of the host, and the compassionate Dharma of Huai'en Temple." Facing the recitation of the Dharma who came to visit, Wang Wen couldn't help but feel indignant for many days. , sighed.
Because he believed in the Buddha's dream, these days, he never left Jinyang, but stayed in the mansion, and carefully cleaned the mansion according to the epidemic prevention methods mentioned by Jiang Taiyi and Jiang Da. I don't want to wear it anymore, I don't wear old clothes anymore, and even my cherished Yu Ruyi was put away at the bottom of the box and replaced with a stag tail.
The palace is not like other small households. If you really have to go all out, you will naturally be able to do everything properly. Since January, only two or three servants have shown signs of infection, and their family members and relatives are safe and sound. This can greatly touch Wang Wen's heart. You must know that I heard that there was an epidemic in the city before, and several high-level gates left Jinyang overnight, but they did not escape the disease by hiding in the countryside. There is no such thing as the palace that is disease-free and disaster-free.
This is simply like the blessing of the Buddha, allowing him and his relatives to escape the disaster. For Wang Wen, who wholeheartedly supported epidemic prevention and spent careless efforts for it, it was nothing short of a miracle. It is precisely because of this that his heart for worshipping Buddha has increased unabated. Not only has he donated many times, but he has also repeatedly believed in relatives and friends, so that they can also know the good Dharma pointed out by the Buddha.
Who would have thought that Duke Dongying, who was long overdue, gave him a blow to the head. Not only did they not praise the monks who participated in the epidemic prevention, they even went to Kyoto to shut them out. However, Sima Teng was a royal family after all, no matter how angry he was in his heart, he couldn't stop this trip to Luoyang. He had to decline Dong Yinggong's invitation, saying that he was sick and stayed at home.
Therefore, when reciting Fa came to visit, the shame could no longer be concealed, and Wang Wen couldn't help but say what was in his heart.
Nianfa smiled slightly: "Why does Wang Zhongzheng do this? It is the Buddha's decree to cure the disease, and I just follow the Buddha's order. This is the law, merit, and others can't be good at it. Now, it seems that it is not the case. karma?"
Hearing the comfort of reciting the law, Wang Wen couldn't help but feel relieved: "This statement is very true! How can a false reputation in the world be compared to the merits of the law."
Seeing Wang Wen regain his strength, he recited the law and smiled: "That's why my teacher is planning to hold a dharma meeting in the middle of July to save the dead and worship the Buddha. I wonder if Wang Zhongzheng will come?"
"Isn't it Zhongyuan Festival in the middle of July?" Wang Wen couldn't help but be stunned.
"The Buddhists also have Mulian to save the mother, and the Yu Lan Pen Sutra says that it is the fifteenth day of the seventh month." Nianfa explained.
Wang Wen has read a lot of scriptures, and suddenly realized: "It is said! Rescue the mother by the monk is also to save the souls of the dead. After the great epidemic, it is time to hold the puja, or the host should be thoughtful! I will go there in person, already To show the compassion of the monks in Huai'en Temple."
Nianfa said with a smile: "Thank you for Zhongzheng. In addition, the little monk has one more thing to ask for. This time in Jinyang, everything happened because the Buddha fell into a dream. If there is no donor Liang, there will be no medical treatment, let alone that Scrolls wonderfully rewarding scriptures. Therefore, the little monk pleaded with Zhongzheng and invited Shizhu Liang to go to Huai’en Temple. All 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 was also full of apologies in his heart. If the Buddha's dream can be heard in the sky, Liang Feng will naturally be famous. With that person's appearance and character, the elites in Beijing will surely fall for him. But now, everything is empty talk.
After pondering for a long time, Wang Wen finally nodded: "This time, it all started because of the Buddha's dream, and naturally it should also end at the dharma meeting. I will go to the Liangfu to see what he means. However, Zixi is weak, so it may not be the case. If he can catch up with the dharma meeting, I can only hope that this immeasurable merit can also make his body healthy..."
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In the summer of July, cicadas began to chirping in the courtyard. Among the green eyes, two jade men, one big and one small, walked slowly through the long corridor and walked towards the watchtower of the side courtyard.
The older one was wearing a single silk robe and walking on compound-tooth clogs. It may be that it is too hot, and the feet are not wearing full clothes. A pair of white jade-like slender feet are exposed outside, and the clogs are crisp and pleasant, indescribably free and easy. The younger one was wearing soft-soled brocade shoes and a willow green thong. The red face is round and jade-like, and it is beautiful and lovely.
The two walked to the watchtower holding hands like this, and the boy raised his head and warned, "Father, be careful with your steps!"
"Well, Rong'er is also careful." Liang Feng replied with a smile.
The two walked upstairs together without the help of a maid. This watchtower has three floors of buildings. One of them is frail and the other is young. When they climbed to the top floor, they were slightly out of breath. Lvzhu hurriedly stepped forward and handed over a warm towel: "Lang Jun, Xiao Lang Jun, 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 did not reject Lu Zhu's kindness. He took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead. The little man beside him also wiped his face with a hand towel, and then he stretched his neck and looked out to the courtyard.
"Does Rong'er remember what's grown in the fields?" Liang Feng returned the cloth to Lvzhu and asked casually.
"There's millet over there! Soybean over there! And hemp fields..." Liang Rong suddenly regained his energy and raised his little hand excitedly.
"That's right. Can you see clearly what the farmers are doing?" Liang Feng then asked.
This is a bit difficult. It is too far away from the farm. From the watchtower, you can only see a group of ants-like farmers burying their heads in farming, and it is impossible to see what they are doing. Liang Rong thought for a long time before muttering: "It seems to be watering the fields?"
"This year's drought, millet is about to head, and soil moisture must be maintained." Liang Feng nodded slightly, "I also need to fertilize, cultivate soil, and drive birds away... If you want to harvest more grain, you have to work harder. The suffering of human beings is evident.”
Liang Rong nodded ignorantly and asked, "Father, do I want to learn this too?"
"What you need to learn is not how to plant the fields, but how to plant the fields. When to sow, when to harvest, how to resist drought, how to prevent waterlogging, what are the benefits of crop rotation and combined cropping, and how does climate change affect fields … These kinds of things have been written by predecessors and recorded in agricultural books. Only by learning these books can you divide the five grains, know the seasons, and understand the fundamentals of the farm. When you encounter disasters, you will know how to deal with them. Not to be deceived by the servants.”
These are also what Liang Feng learned gradually in the past two months. Just the "Book of Fansheng" and the "Month Order of the Four People" let him know a lot of agricultural knowledge, and he was even able to guide the old farmers to maintain grain and fight drought according to the book. In this era, there are still many people who rely on the sky for food, and very few farmers have the ability to systematize agricultural knowledge. What they lack is often the refinement of experience. As long as the window paper is pierced, everything will be easy. Therefore, agricultural books are 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 watchtower to enjoy the cool air, and by the way, he took a look at his manor and learned basic common sense.
Liang Rong was also obedient. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Rong'er understands. Only by understanding farming can we persuade the farmers and mulberries, accumulate grains, and let the people live in peace."
"Rong'er is really smart." This was what Liang Feng said in his heart. Liang Rong is smart, studious, meticulous and patient, with a calmness far beyond his age. Such a good boy makes people want to teach them well.
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden screeching of horses from below. Liang Rong's eyes lit up at once: "Father, they have started to train horses! Can I go take a look?"
"Go."
With the approval, Liang Rong quickly stood up, trotted all the way to the wooden fence, and looked down. I saw that the horse field below began to be dusty again, and a few cavalrymen drove the horses in a similar manner, running wildly in the field. Liang Rong's eyes couldn't be moved, and 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 horse riding all day since he saw Yi Yan and the others practice riding and archery, and he doesn't care whether his short legs can step on the big 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 amazement: "The Yi team is obviously very high!"
"That's why he rode late." Liang Feng retorted with a smile, "At least you have to wait until you are six years old before you can learn to ride and shoot."
Liang Rong's face collapsed immediately, but he was not the kind of child who would cry for candy, but after a moment of silence, he said weakly, "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 it, "When you learn all the words in the "Book of Filial Piety", I will buy you a foal for your father, and it's up to you Take care of yourself."
Liang Feng is not the standard "strict father" of this era. Buying pets for his son can't be done more smoothly. Liang Rong was really happy and said loudly, "Thank you, Father!"
Just as the father and son were chatting with each other, a fast horse drove into the Liang residence. Soon, a servant took a letter to the watchtower: "Lord Lang, a letter from Jinyang."
"Oh? Let me see it." Liang Feng reached out and took the letter. There were actually two sent this time, one from Jiang Da and the other from Wang Wen. Liang Feng removed Jiang Da's letter without hesitation, just glanced at it, and immediately praised: "The epidemic in Jinyang has subsided!"
In his letter, Jiang Da elaborated on the current situation of Jinyang. The epidemic has been completely controlled, and the medical lodgings should take the lead. The Huai'en Temple and the monks have played an extraordinary role in this epidemic prevention. Without the complementarity of the two, the epidemic will not be controlled so easily. Afterwards, he also explained that the case compilation presided over by Imperial Physician Jiang would definitely include Liang Feng's name in it if it was written.
After five pages of rambling, Jiang Da changed the subject and mentioned the matter of going to Beijing. This time, there was no such excitement in his tone, and he also said that he was ashamed of his trust in Liang Feng and wanted to visit another doctor to help him recuperate Yunyun. Looking at these slightly lonely words, Liang Feng couldn't help frowning. Isn't Shangjing Miansheng the highest honor in this era? Why doesn't Jiang Da look so happy
Putting down Jiang Da's letter and looking at Wang Wen's, Liang Feng immediately found the key. Wang Wen's letter basically said the same thing, the difference is about the various things about Duke Dongying. In his letter, he mentioned with shame that Duke Dongying had not brought monks to Beijing, and said that Huai'en Temple was going to hold a puja in mid-July, and he would also pray for him at that time. I don't know if he can go to Jinyang to participate in the puja.
After carefully reading the letter twice, Liang Feng's brows slightly stretched. It seems that this time the moth was caused by Ma Teng, the Dongying company. This guy didn't plan to play with the monks, so he made the monks prepare to hold their own rituals to become famous? It is no wonder that Jiang Daxin is a little unhappy in the meaning, seeing that going to Beijing is not a report of results, but a political speculation.
Liang Feng had heard a lot of this kind of thing at relatives gatherings, and was familiar with the routines inside. After meritorious service, someone will be promoted and someone will receive a reward, but it is never the real grassroots who get the most political benefits. Only leaders who recognize heroes with discerning eyes can have merits to speak of.
Liang Feng had no interest in such a mess. What really caught his attention was the last invitation. Wynn Temple is going to hold a dharma meeting and invite him there
As if realizing that Liang Feng's expression was wrong, Liang Rong asked in a low voice, "Father, is something wrong?"
"Wang Zhongzheng wants to invite him to Jinyang as his father."
"Then... Is Father going?" Liang Rong immediately became worried. Father's health has not recovered yet. Do you really want to leave home
Liang Feng woke up and rubbed the little guy's head with a smile: "Of course I'm going. This is a rare opportunity!"
After a few words of comfort, he asked the maid to take the little guy down. Liang Feng turned to Lvzhu and said, "Call Jiang Ni here, I have some important instructions."
After a while, Jiang Ni trotted all the way over. Liang Feng said straight to the point: "Has the price of food risen sharply recently?"
Jiang Ni felt a sigh in his heart, and quickly replied: "Qi report to the lord, it is a huge increase. Now that the summer harvest has passed for a long time, the autumn harvest still has some time, and every household has started to collect grain, and it is estimated that the price of grain will not drop for a while. ."
"The grain store can't come down, do those big families still have grain in their hands?" Liang Feng asked.
I don't quite understand the meaning of the Lord Lang's words, but Jiang Ni still has something to say: "Gaomen will store grain, ranging from a few hundred stone to a thousand stone. However, these people hold their own identities and will not buy and sell grain directly. They all control the market price of grain through grain shops.”
Gaomen will never run out of food. Which company doesn't have a few high-ranking officials with a rank higher than Qianshi? Light salary is the boss. In addition, there are several Zhuangzi under his name that occupy forty or fifty acres of land, and there are probably thousands of stone of grain sold every year, not to mention the grain in the family. The drought has no effect on them at all. I'm afraid they can take advantage of the famine to recruit more servants and expand Zhuangzi.
When Liang Feng heard the words, he laughed lightly: "It's good to have food. In a few days, I will go to Jinyang to participate in the dharma meeting. You first go with the messenger of the palace to see the limelight there."
Jiang Ni blinked, what's the limelight
Liang Feng could see his confusion and smiled indifferently: "Didn't I say before that I want to sell grain from Jinyang? This time, it's the best chance. You send the letter to the palace first, and then like this …”
Listening to the master's instructions, Jiang Ni gradually opened his eyes. Is it really possible to do this