This morning assembly lasted for more than an hour.
Of course, the content was not about the so-called Jiangnan disaster victims, nor was it about how unstable the northern border was. It was about the tens of millions of people in the Ming Dynasty, how many millions of taxes were paid every year, how much cloth was produced every year, how much gold and silver were produced, and how every household consumed a pig every day…
The largest report in history was started by Yan Song, the treacherous official. Then, the officials affiliated with Yan Song used the skill of changing the ship according to the wind and actively followed up. After that, the other parties saw the great joy and secretly scolded themselves for being stupid, and then continued to follow up.
Thus, this morning court session became huge and lively.
When the messenger heard this, his eyes widened.
"Heavens, China is so powerful!!”
Jiajing hated this Seunmida very much. In fact, he really wanted to make this Seunmida disappear. He was in a good mood, so he forgot about it.
Jiajing felt that he had never felt so good in decades. Although he didn't know the saying," I'll give you 103 points for forcing you, I'm not afraid of you being arrogant." He knew that he had acted perfectly this time and was in a good mood.
After the morning court session, the messenger suddenly asked Jiajing about his clothes. Why was it not a dragon robe? Jiajing said that it was a robe for cultivation.
"Cultivation?" The messenger didn't quite understand, but he felt that it was very powerful.
In the end, after the court session ended, the emissary asked the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Although the officials of the Ministry of Rites hated the Emperor's cultivation and thought that he was not doing his job properly, they did not dare to say anything. In the end, they gave a random explanation to this stick.
Yan Song thought that he had nothing to do, but just as he returned to the residence and had not sat down to rest, the eunuch beside Jiajing came to pass on a message, asking him to bring the messenger to the temples in the capital.
"A temple? What's there to see?" Yan Song was a little impatient. This Korean was really boring. After Yan Song was reborn, he had never been to a temple. However, he was very unhappy with this kind of temple that did not engage in production, only ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha, and occupied more and more land. There were even plans to eliminate temple land and limit development in the future, so he had never thought of going to a temple.
However, since the Emperor had given the order, Yan Song would not refuse.
"Just treat it as an inspection of the enemy's situation and prepare to eliminate these temples in the future.”
Yan Song quickly met up with the three envoys.
These three envoys, one was called Li Shengji, one was called He Lixiu, and the last was called Li Te. Well, Yan Song didn't like Koreans anyway, so he couldn't be bothered to remember.
"Lord Yan, I really want to say that although the Ming Dynasty is extremely powerful, women are really too ugly.”Lee Seung Gi raised his nose, shook his head and sighed.
Yan Song vomited blood. F * ck!
Yan Song chuckled." I've never seen the women in your country before. They must all have big, square faces, right?"”
Lee Seong-Ji was surprised." Eh, Lord Yan has good eyesight. It's just as Lord Yan said. The women in our kingdom all have square faces. They're called beautiful fans…"
" Cough cough…" Yan Song almost choked. He looked constipated, but at this moment, he could only give Li Shengji a thumbs up." Lord Li is amazing. I admire you."”
Lee Seung Ji shook his head." I'm not powerful. Lord Yan should praise the beauty of the women in our kingdom."”
" Yes." Yan Song nodded with admiration." I believe the women in your country are extremely beautiful."”
Lee Seung Ki nodded,"That's right, Seunmida."
Seunmida your ass!
No matter what, Yan Song still brought Li Shengji and the others to the nearby Dajue Zen Temple. Why this temple? This was because these Han people had heard that this was built by the Ming Dynasty emperor, so they were curious and chose this temple.
Just as they were about to reach Dajue Zen Temple, they heard a commotion a few hundred meters away.
After passing through many ancient trees and greenery, the team soon arrived outside Dajue Zen Temple. At this time, winter had not passed, and it was not time to admire the flowers. However, there were many wintersweet flowers blooming in the winter.
When everyone got off the sedan chair and entered the place, they found that it was already crowded with people. There were stalls, carrying poles, wicker baskets, hawking sounds, laughter, and the voices of countless tourists and incense worshippers. When they gathered together, it was a bustling scene, as if the disaster in Jiangnan had not affected this place.
Yan Song frowned as he looked at the scene. If there were so many people offering incense in winter, then wouldn't there be even more in spring? Looking at the magnificent and resplendent buildings inside, how much money would it cost?
The few envoys had already rushed out impatiently, wanting to travel around.
Yan Song let a few Jinyiwei protect them, and then he stopped caring. After thinking about it, he decided to go in and take a look. Although he disliked the temple being so powerful, it did not prevent Yan Song from going in to investigate. However, he had read many descriptions of ancient times. During troubled times, temples could be a secret cave, swindling female believers and imprisoning them for the monks to play with.
Yan Song walked into the temple with a scrutinizing gaze.
The Buddha statue was tall and dazzling. A group of devotees lined up devoutly to stuff money into the boxes. The incense money inside might be most of the assets of these people's families. They came here only to seek the protection of the Buddha.
Yan Song sneered.
Pray to Buddha? It was better to beg him!
At this moment, a kind-looking middle-aged monk walked over.
"Amitabha. Patron, don't you respect Buddha?”
"What is there to respect about Buddha?" Yan Song mocked.
The monk frowned and then relaxed,""Of course, Buddha can protect you as long as you believe in Buddha.”
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