The warehouse is empty and a disaster is coming. Huang Junming gets a headache when he thinks about these two points. When this disaster comes, officials and noble families may not be in trouble. But the poor people and Taoism as a whole will probably be troubled by everything.
Fortunately, during the Zhenguan period, the administration of officials was pretty good. No matter what the officials said, they could not ignore the people. However, if there was no food in the warehouse, the government would be powerless even if they wanted to. As for the aristocratic family? Haha, it doesn¡¯t matter whether your husband is dead or alive, having enough food, clothing, money and money at home is what the noble family wants. Perhaps the aristocratic family might have taken their reputation into account and found a dozen or twenty loads of grain from the granary to "relieve the victims" and then bought the fields of farmers who could no longer survive. Farmers without fields would naturally have no hope of living. What he needed was to sell himself into slavery "thank God". . . In the end, it was the aristocratic families who benefited, and the farmers who suffered.
As for Taoism, the development in the past year has already eliminated the status of Buddhism in the hearts of the common people and has become more rooted in the public. Although the interactions with people in the upper class are also very good, being based on the people means being prosperous with the broad masses of the people. If one loses, both will suffer. Besides, we had already issued a message a year ago to help people escape from the disaster. If a disaster strikes, relief will not be able to keep up. That would be a big joke.
"Yanlin." Huang Junming shouted in a deep voice. "Inform Taoists outside the country to rely on local Taoist temples to purchase grain, and collect as much as they can. The price should be more expensive to ensure that each local Taoist temple has enough food to cope with major disasters. Henan Province and Hebei Province are short of food and can transport it from outside. Let's all say hello to the local government. Chen Ming is very powerful and asks the government and local eminent officials to supervise the quantity and use of the grain. Promise the government. If the disaster year is passed smoothly, the remaining grain will be donated to the local charity warehouse. According to Taoism, not a penny will be taken. " Huang Junming thought for a while before saying these words.
"But Master." Ge Yanlin's tone was a little confused. "It costs a lot of money to collect grain in this way. And why should we promise the government to donate the remaining grain to the local granary after the disaster?"
"Money is not a problem!" Huang Junming waved his wealthy hand. "Nowadays, our Taoist sects are prosperous, and the Taoist temples are almost as rich as the big ones. Besides, buying food to provide relief to the victims is something that benefits the public, and it can also be said to be another manifestation of social welfare. From this point of view, how much is the price of food? , how much to spend. It¡¯s just a matter of quantity. You also showed me the income of our Tianxian Palace in the second half of last year. The money of our first palace alone is enough to support the food of Henan Dao or half of Hebei Dao. The people near Chang'an are generally wealthy, so our Tianxian Palace only needs to leave enough operating expenses. The rest, instead of food, should be transported to the poor counties in Henan Province or Hebei Province first."
Huang Junming took a breath and then said: "As for why we promised to donate the remaining grain to the charity warehouse after the disaster relief. This is politics. Bulk grains in Taoist temples are never under the direct control of the government. Besides, we are responsible for this. Taoist priests only have enough to eat. What's the point of having so much food? It's just adding to worries."
"Thank you, Master, for your teaching. I understand." Ge Yanlin didn't know if he really understood. I still plan to implement Huang Junming¡¯s idea directly. But before he could turn around and leave, he suddenly thought of something and asked Huang Junming for instructions: "Master, what if Henan Province and Hebei Province don't raise enough food when a disaster strikes? "
Ge Yanlin's question made Huang Junming silent for a while. Yes, you are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. What if you can't raise enough food in a big disaster? Huang Junming wished he could pull all his hair off. This is in modern times. Is it useful enough to think about this? When I came to the Tang Dynasty, I was obviously different from modern times. Life is getting more and more tiring. It's becoming less and less chic. You have to think about everything yourself and consider the gains and losses. Whenever he thinks of these problems that come one after another, Huang Junming is really depressed and heart-wrenching.
"Huh" Huang Junming calmed down for a moment and exhaled a breath of thick air. He said helplessly: "Yan Lin, find some eloquent Taoists and let them preach in Henan and Hebei provinces, focusing on asking for others rather than asking for yourself, and helping each other. In case you can't raise the money. If we don't have enough food, we can only let the people save themselves or help each other." Huang Junming's words were forced out of his mind.
Let the people initiate self-rescue. No matter what, this is not what Huang Junming wants to do. It can even be said that only when the end of the river is reached, the government will play this role. However, the government will not tell you to help yourself or help each other. Instead, he simply resigned himself to his fate.
¡°In Huang Junming¡¯s opinion, this is also the last resort. Fortunately, the trajectory of history is very different from the original artistic conception. At least last year, most people accumulated a large portion of food. Even people in Henan Province and Hebei Province still had some food on hand. If everyone saves some time, we should be able to get through it.?? Huang Junming thought to himself as if to comfort himself.
"Master" Ge Yanlin dragged out a long voice, as if he wanted to ask something more, but seeing Huang Junming's gloomy face, he stopped abruptly, but he stared at Huang Junming closely, as if he still wanted to Let Huang Junming take the initiative to ask.
It's just that Huang Junming is very upset now and has no interest in saying anything. Seeing that Ge Yanlin is still standing in front of him like a telegraph pole, he waves his hand impatiently: "Go down and finish what you have to do. Still. Go away quickly!" The last few words were chewed out heavily. Ge Yanlin was startled and hurriedly turned around to arrange the manpower.
As soon as Ge Yanlin left, the palace immediately became quiet again. Huang Junming sat on the futon, unable to meditate for a long time. It can even be said that I was a little irritated. I turned around and picked up Daozang next to me and flipped through two or three pages. Then I felt a little tired. I threw it aside and picked up Li Chunfeng's astrology book again. This time I didn't even have the intention to turn the book. No, Diai picked up a pile of books and put them on the bookshelf not far behind him. He took off his Taoist robe, only wore his underwear, and went to bed to rest Today's first chapter. I don¡¯t want to stop updating in February, I don¡¯t want to stop updating, I don¡¯t want to stop updating, but I¡¯m very sleepy. Very sleepy. Just write it in a daze, and if it's finished, just pass it on, if you can't finish it. . . Then I can¡¯t finish it. Anyway, Southwest¡¯s character is extremely low.
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