Datang Fenghua Road

Han Yue's heart moved, and he pretended to be curious: "Do you believe in Buddhism so much?"

"Fart!" The porter snorted and said angrily, "It's nothing more than a life, and some people are for the lives of their children."

He suddenly pointed to the middle-aged man just now, and said, "For example, the child of Brother Liu's family was named by the Buddhist temple when he was born. He must become a monk in this life, otherwise the whole family will starve to death..."

"Hungry to death?" Han Yue was startled.

The porter gritted his teeth and said, "There are many Buddhist temples in Luoyang, and the surrounding land is almost all Buddhist property. We, the common people, who rent the fields of Buddhist temples, naturally have to listen to the arrangements of the Buddhist temples. If anyone's children are attracted to them, they must be sent to become monks immediately. Otherwise, the land will not be rented, and the whole family, young and old, will starve to death.”

"That's not right!"

Han Yue frowned and pondered: "I have a Yongye field in the Tang Dynasty to ensure that every citizen has a field to grow. Although there are not many Yongye fields, it is still possible to farm for a year, as long as there is no famine. In the [-]s, there are people who died of starvation. Even if there is a famine, the court will provide disaster relief..."

The porter smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and patted Han Yue's shoulder, and said with a melancholy face: "Little brother, what you said is Chang'an, but here is Luoyang, the people in Chang'an still have Yongyetian, but where is Yongyetian in Luoyang? Say it."

"Did the ground be detained?"

"no!"

"Then why..."

"Oh, I can't live anymore, I sold it to the temple."

Han Yue's face was dull. Dare to give it a transfer?"

The porter sighed and said angrily: "If it was five years ago, no one would dare to buy it, but in these five years, who would dare to care about the Buddhist temple? We also know that the land is the lifeblood, but we are really forced to do nothing. Ah, one acre of Yongye Field can only be sold for two pieces of copper coins, just think about how cruel those junk in Buddhist temples are."

Han Yue was stunned for a while, and gradually understood.

In the past five years, these five years, it turned out that it was the fault of King Li Ke of Wu. He wanted to fight for power and profit in the court, so he colluded with Buddhism to take advantage of the power.

The Buddhist power was not borrowed in vain. Obviously, Li Ke's bargaining chip was to help the Buddhist temple occupy the land.

Han Yue suddenly remembered something again, and couldn't help frowning: "Several uncles, I heard your tone of voice, it seems that Luoyang is very resistant to Buddhism, but, but..."

He suddenly pretended to be sneaky, deliberately approached the porter, and whispered: "But a few days ago, on the banks of the Yishui River, 10,000+ people turned into mobs. I heard that they are very devout in protecting the Buddha. Dare to besiege the Baiqisi warriors of the royal family. I really can't figure it out, obviously everyone hates Buddhism, why there are 10,000+ devout believers?"

"Bah!" The porter spat viciously, and the faces of the pawn merchants next to him were also ugly.

The old woman who sold tea came over suddenly, reached out and stroked Han Yue's hair, and persuaded with a kind face: "Baby, stop talking nonsense, Luoyang is not Chang'an, you are here to say that the Buddhist family will cause trouble."

Han Yue pretended to be dissatisfied, showing the impulse of a young man to apply it, and said loudly: "Why does the old lady say that, isn't Buddhism still allowed to say it?"

He moved closer to the old woman and asked again in a low voice: "Old lady, could there be some reason for those 10,000+ believers? I saw that some uncles were full of resentment, and they didn't seem to regard those people as fellow citizens."

The old woman seemed to like Han Yue very much. She glanced around carefully when she heard the words, and this time she bent down and whispered, "Baby, you are not from Luoyang, so it's no wonder that you don't know what's going on here. The people you mentioned are Buddhists. The Buddha's son in..."

"Buddha gave birth to a child?"

"Yes, Buddha's child!"

The old woman nodded and whispered: "Since the Great Sui Dynasty or even before, the monks in the temple secretly played with women. Those women gave birth to children, and the temple would take care of the property. They enjoyed the benefits of Buddhism, and their fathers and daughters would take care of them. They are monks in Buddhist temples. Although they are common people, they are not poor people. These people have families and businesses, and their family business is given by Buddhism. Of course, they must protect Buddhism with all their might, because to protect Buddhism is to protect themselves..."

Han Yue was stunned, and he muttered for a long time, "A child born to a monk?"

This kind of thing has never been heard of before. Sure enough, high-ranking people will never know the suffering of the people, and they need to bend down and integrate into it.

Han Yue has done great things over the years. He destroyed the family, suppressed the Confucianism, swept the surrounding alien races, and developed the economy strongly. He originally thought that the people would gradually become happy, but now he realizes that there are so many unknowns hidden in the people.

"I think I know what to do about choosing a Buddhist son this time..." Han Yue suddenly stood up and waved at the street not far from the tea stall.

Two scribes rushed over in an instant, knelt on the ground with a thud, and said eagerly: "The King Zhao of the West Palace is on the top, our Luoyang officials are listening to the dispatch."

As soon as these words came out, all the people in the tea stall were startled. The old tea seller shuddered and said in panic, "Xi Fu Zhao... King Zhao?"

This is our king!

Chapter 725 I touched the prince's head

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The next moment, a group of people knelt down beside the tea stall.

In fact, the kneeling ceremony was not particularly popular in the Tang Dynasty, but the people suddenly heard the arrival of King Zhao, and they were both panic and surprised, making everyone subconsciously choose to kneel.

The two scribes also knelt down, suddenly feeling that they had done something wrong.

These two were small officials in the Luoyang Yamen. They were specially selected from among all the officials to follow Han Yue. They followed Han Yue secretly without any malice, but to ensure that they could hear Han Yue's orders at any time, and then accept Han Yue's dispatch.

The two were also officers who participated in the rebellion not long ago, so they naturally felt a butcher's knife on their heads. They had been looking forward to Han Yue's call for the past three days, so they forgot to hide their identities in a moment of excitement.

Not only did he forget to hide his identity, but he also revealed Han Yue's identity.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the two of us, the two of us..."

The two felt that they had done something wrong, and they were shaking all over. They wanted to explain, but they stuttered.

Han Yue glanced at the street and found that not many people noticed his identity. After all, this tea stall was a bit remote, and there were at most dozens of people kneeling.

"Get up, this king is not a man-eating tiger!" Han Yue smiled gently and waved his hands to signal everyone to get up.

The two officials stood up tremblingly, but the commoners were still kneeling with their heads bowed. Several people were obviously still trembling, and they were obviously extremely afraid in their hearts.

Han Yue took a look, and then burst out laughing.

These trembling commoners were none other than the porters who had been bragging with him just now. Each of them had patted themselves on the shoulder, and even took off their shoes to pick their feet when chatting.

"Several uncles, you should also get up, it's nothing serious, isn't it just picking your feet!" Han Yue stepped forward and pulled the porters up.

He suddenly raised his foot and shook it, smiled and said again: "Look, this king's shoes are also drooping on his feet. I also took off my shoes just now, and it's the most refreshing."

The few porters looked cautious, and everyone lowered their heads and dared not look at him.There was an old woman kneeling on the ground next to her. It was the grandmother who set up the tea stall. She trembled much more intensely than others, and her old face was completely bloodless.

"I touched the lord's head, and I actually touched the lord's head..."

The old woman shivered and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The ancient customs were strict. The so-called men's heads and women's waists can only be seen, not fished. Fishing is a dialect, in fact, it means touching. In ancient times, casually touching a man's head was a serious matter.

Only elders can touch a man's head.

Only a husband can touch a woman's waist.

The old woman just now had a feeling that a grandmother likes her grandson because she looked at Han Yue's outstanding performance. Before she spoke to Han Yue, she subconsciously touched Han Yue's hair.

This is a kind of pampering behavior of the elders when they see the younger generation, but the younger generation also needs to be divided, how can the king be touched by ordinary people?

The old woman felt that she had been in a catastrophe.