First Minister of Ming Dynasty Chapter 91

Zhu Yuanzhang shot the Dragon God with three arrows, and the meteor came out in stride. Zhang Ximeng was a little bit stunned. He hurriedly hugged the official document in his arms and followed closely. Only Li Shanchang and Yang Yuangao were left, staring at each other. After being surprised for a long time, Li Shanchang looked up.

Although Lao Zhu was merciful and didn't shoot at the dragon's head, there was an arrow sticking to the dragon's claw and shot off a piece of paint.

"Brother Bai, our superiors offended the Dragon God, right?" Yang Yuangao said with a shiver.

Li Shanchang gave him a blank look, "It's all your bad idea!"

Yang Yuangao was speechless, don't you agree with me what the idea was!

This dragon temple works well. I saw the turtles floating up again, thinking that there was no rain for a long time, so I wanted to persuade the superiors to come and pray for rain.

Respect God and cultivate morality, this is also a matter of reason.

If it rains smoothly, it is of course a great achievement. Even if it does not come down, it does not matter, just find another temple.

Yang Yuangao shared his ideas with Li Shanchang, and Li Shanchang immediately felt that this was an opportunity.

He knew that Zhang Ximeng was very admired by Lao Zhu because of the plum blossom poem. Li Shanchang wondered if he could take the superior and worship the Dragon God, it really rained successfully.

Can't our old Li also be able to psychic!

With the support of the Dragon God, he can also be more hardened.

The two of them took advantage of Zhang Ximeng's handling of banknotes, and they encouraged Lao Zhu to fast and take a bath, and ran to pray for rain.

It was all okay at the beginning, but when Lao Zhu was officially worshipping, he even put aside their rituals, threatened the Dragon God directly, and shot three arrows!

This is too much!

"Brother Bai, what should we do if the Dragon God condemns Chuzhou without rain for three years?"

Li Shanchang rolled his eyes, he couldn't beat him!

How does he know what to do?

"Didn't you say that if the fish and turtles float up, it will definitely rain?"

Yang Yuangao cried, "It's raining! But I don't know if the superiors shoot these three arrows."

Li Shanchang simply wanted to give him two mouths to show you pig teammates. It's strange that I can beat Zhang Ximeng!

"Remember, if it doesn't rain for three days, you will say that you have made a mistake in etiquette and neglected the Dragon God. Wait for your head to be chopped off!" Li Shan stomped and groaned away.

Yang Yuangao was the only one left, and his heart of death was gone, completely stupid.

"My lord, your three arrows are so shocking, weeping! The little dragon dared not rain, so I would thwart its bones and ashes when it looked back!"

Zhang Ximeng kept flattering.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled suddenly, "What dragon does Mr. believe in?"

Zhang Ximeng was slightly serious, "Confucius said that offering sacrifices to gods is like a god, and one word is like a word, which shows what Confucius means. The theory of ghosts and gods is not necessarily absurd, but the different ways of human beings and gods, the more supreme gods, the less lazy to control ordinary people The bad thing. Ghosts and gods can only be hired, not relied on."

With a smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face, Zhang Ximeng might not believe that when he told him other things. However, no one knows the matter of gods and Buddhas better than him!

After spending more than four years in the temple, Zhu Yuanzhang saw too many sordid monks, and he knew what was going on with those kind monks.

To make him believe in gods, it would be better to say that the sky will come down with food, so that everyone can eat!

"Mr. talks highly, but we have another insight."

"What insight? Please also the lord's advice."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, "I can't talk about pointing, just kidding... Do you think we are the destined son of the destiny?"

"That's natural!"

"Since we are the emperor, what is enshrined in the Dragon Temple is just a little dragon in the pool! Let's talk, should it listen?"

"Naturally, I want to listen!" Zhang Ximeng couldn't answer in tears or laughter.

Lao Zhu smiled again: "What if we are not the real son?"

"No!" Zhang Ximeng said immediately: "The lord must be!"

"Hahaha!" Zhu Yuanzhang laughed loudly, "Even if it doesn't...we have a knife in our hand, a soldier under our command, and a gentleman's assistant. If the sky is against us, we will reverse the sky!"

Old Zhu swears domineeringly.

No matter what, we have the final say!

What **** dragon god, go away.

Sure enough, it is the founding father of the country, but it is not ordinary.

Zhang Ximeng's heart is agitated, and there are some qualities that may really be born with him.

He became more confident that the Ming Dynasty in the future will definitely be more brilliant and splendid than in history. People like Lao Zhu, as long as they show him a way, he can go farther than anyone!

Zhang Ximeng was holding the plan of the grain bank, so he planned to talk to Lao Zhu in detail. But at this moment, they passed by a pond in front of the Dragon Temple.

Lao Zhu paused and pointed to the inside of the pond.

"Sir, please see."

Zhang Ximeng looked over and saw that there were many carps swimming on the surface of the water. Looking at the side of the pond, there were still many tortoises densely packed with their backs basking.

Zhang Ximeng hesitated a little, and immediately understood.

The turtle floats up, which is a sign of rain. Valley

"So the lord is also proficient in astronomy?"

Lao Zhu sneered twice and lowered his voice: "Fart, if you have been wandering outside for three years without a permanent home, you will know everything."

Zhang Ximeng was speechless, and there was such a trace of grief in his heart. He shook his head quickly, "Superior, listen to the plan of this food bank! If the people can accept it, we can fully prepare for the battle..."

After returning from Longci, Zhang Ximeng set out to set up a grain bank. It has to be said that the Yuan Dynasty relied on paper money for decades, which is nothing short of a miracle.

Moreover, in order to promote banknotes, the Yuan court strictly prohibited gold and silver from participating in the circulation, and even copper coins had not been cast. The copper coins circulating on the market were all cultural relics of the previous dynasty.

Chuzhou also lacks precious metals locally, not enough to cast metal currency... and even if it is cast, so many forces around, seeing that Chuzhou's coins are of good quality, they will try their best to take it out. The collapse of the currency system is almost inevitable.

So it was God's will to block all the roads.

Can only choose food-based.

But it's the food standard, even if there are 10,000 inconveniences, outsiders can't easily get the food. All intersections are guarded by soldiers and horses who are responsible for registering and paying taxes.

Any grain that exceeds ten shi cannot be separated from Chuzhou if there is no special official document.

In other words, Zhang Ximeng doesn't need to consider high-end financial wars, currency wars... He just needs to be solid, collect food, store it, and prepare all kinds of tickets.

Then put the civilian resources in a big market, and then use grain to price silk cloth, pots and pans, tables, chairs and benches, everything.

If there is a lack of commodities, Zhang Ximeng can take out some grain from the grain bank, prepare a workshop, hire craftsmen, or even dig people from other places.

In this troubled world, food is the best hard currency!

Simple to the extreme, in some cases, it is the extreme wise, which contains the most fundamental and pure truth.

Putting aside all the complicated things, in the agricultural age, food is the root of everything!

A lot of food is produced, which is a hard fist!

In the industrial age, the truth may also make sense. Industry is king!

The production of material wealth is the core of national power.

Zhang Ximeng suddenly felt that he might one day write a book on economics, write his own experience in it, and pass it on to future generations.

Just when he was immersed in it and unable to extricate himself, there was a sudden muffled thunder.

After a while, the heavy rain was like a note!

Zhang Ximeng was stunned for a while, got up hurriedly, looked outside, between the sky and the earth, there was a huge curtain of water... and it really rained!

A handful of calculations, it is indeed the third day of Old Zhu Qiyu!

Lord Dragon, can you be a bit spineless?

You are a dragon, you are not a running dog!

What are you doing with Zhu Yuanzhang's flattery?

Zhang Ximeng simply smiled with anger.

But at this moment, Yang Yuangao was ecstatic and rushed into the rain, shouting loudly.

"It's raining, it's raining! The superior is virtuous!"

He has been like sweet potatoes in the oven in the past few days, with tender outside on the outside and juice all over his body. He doesn't know how to live...for fear of annoying the dragon god, if it doesn't rain in Chuzhou, his head won't be able to keep it. Up.

Everything is fine now, and finally it rains.

This stunned person didn't wear an umbrella or a hat, but just stepped on his wife's newly made layered bottom and let Zhu Yuanzhang's office run away. When he arrived, he was soaked.

But Yang Yuangao didn't care at all, all he was left with was excitement.

"If you return to the upper position, the rain will fall from the sky, and the dragon **** will show the sage... the upper person should go to the Dragon Temple immediately to pay his vows and thank the dragon god. Only in this way can the dragon bless Chuzhou, and the weather will be smooth every year and the grain will be abundant every year!"

After Yang Yuangao finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Lao Zhu. What made him hesitate was that Zhu Yuanzhang was actually lazy. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com didn't have much interest. In his hand, holding a copy of "Han Changli Collection", Zhu Yuanzhang had already begun to study the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. This learning progress is really embarrassing!

"Mr. Yang, you said that the little dragon appeared, should we thank it?"

"Little dragon?"

Yang Yuangao was stunned. I said to the superior, people have appeared, but that is a real dragon, so stop holding it, and go to worship and thank you!

Lao Zhu slowly put down his book, stood up, stretched his waist, and walked to the table next to him. He picked up a pen and brewed for a long time before he wrote four words: Respectfully protect the people!

After writing, Lao Zhu looked at it for a while. It was the first time that he sent the word, so don't make a mistake!

After confirming that it was correct, Zhu Yuanzhang handed it to Yang Yuangao.

"Just trouble Mr. Lao Yang to send it to the Dragon Temple, hang it up, and let the little dragon do things honestly, don't be lazy, don't play slippery."

Yang Yuangao held it in his hand like a piece of wood, and didn't know how he got out of the mansion... High-rank, are you crazy?

Do you really think you can order the Dragon God?

The most important thing is that the dragon **** is also unpromising, and he is stunned to cooperate with Lao Zhu in acting. Are you in the same family?

He was also helpless, so he could only put a plaque on the Dragon Temple according to Lao Zhu's intention.

It's just that this matter spread out without knowing it. Gradually, someone said that on the day of the rain, they saw a four-clawed black dragon in the sky, heading towards the government office, worshipping again and again, and there was a vaguely thick voice. : "The little dragon serves the real dragon, and the heart of heaven is the heart of man!"

The clouds are scattered and the rain is harvested, but the black dragon is not there.

May I ask who is the true dragon emperor?

The people were surprised that Wu Datou's team actually launched a new play called "Shuanglonghui". Before it was staged, it became popular in Chuzhou City...

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