Not everyone is willing to follow Lou Rui to make a fuss.

Wei Jiong is one of them.

The local nobles in the frontier may be willing to do so, after all, this farmland is a long-term transaction for them.

But for the officials like Wei Jiong, they are just passers-by to the local area. The farming is a slow-acting and highly continuous job, and it is really not very beneficial to them.

Even if they make a fortune by making a fortune in the military farm, it will take five or six years. They cannot ask for benefits from the rest of the people like Lou Rui, so they just work for Lou Rui for nothing.

Even for this so-called military farming plan, it will harm the interests of their counties and counties and lose their own political achievements, which is really harmful and unprofitable.

But now Liu Taozi has the prime minister to support him, and reducing grain transport losses has become a consensus in the temple. They are unable to stop them.

Wei Jiong came to find Liu Taozi this time, and he showed his resistance in a vague way.

If the other party does not have the courage to go to Tianle Temple, it’s easy to say, so don’t keep asking us for something in the future.

If the other party has the courage to go to Tianle Temple, it would be great.

Tianle Temple is very involved. Once it is done, the subsequent events will be enough to make the young general frustrated, so don’t say anything about farming.

Seeing that the other party was interested, Wei Jiong cleared his throat with a smile on his face. He was about to start talking, but Liu Taozi said, "Let's wait a moment."

He called a soldier and whispered to the other party a few times.

Wei Jiong had no urgent matters, so he sat down and started to eat tea calmly.

The Beizhai Site is particularly lively at this moment.

Tian Zili sat in the middle of the school grounds, and there were a row of people standing in front of him.

They were all local villagers, both old and young. They stood on tiptoe and looked at the sacks piled up by Tian Zili, with a light flashing in their eyes.

"Murrong Chi, are you reading the words?"

Tian Zili asked with the "passing place" he took out by the other party.

When they checked the number of people in various places, they set up a rough "trade" for them to prove their own identity.

The old man nodded, "Recognize his words, I used to be an official in Sizhou."

"Come on, write your name."

There was paper beside Tian Zili, and the old man bent down and picked up the pen. At this moment, the old man was stunned for a moment, "I haven't held the pen for a long time."

He then lowered his head and wrote his name in a straightforward manner.

He looked at the pen in his hand again and then placed it aside.

The old man took a deep breath, "Sir, you."

Tian Zili saw the other party's fear and said seriously: "What kind of person is the general? Do you still need to doubt it?"

The old man dared not speak.

Tian Zili looked at the words he wrote and nodded, "No, good, take it, this is your new token, this is your salary for the first month. Someone will share the hundred families with you later. In the future, you will be responsible for these hundred families."

"Hundred Houses."

"Yes, you have to choose ten households. Someone will tell you what to do, and that's all!"

This was the first time Murong Chi heard about such a thing, and he didn't dare to ask more details. He just nodded, received the food and token, thanked Tian Zili, and turned around and left.

The next person to come is a young man.

The young young man paid homage to Tian Zili.

Tian Zili narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "Sun Jihu, recognize the words?"

"Um."

"Write your name."

The young man quickly picked up his pen and started writing. After writing, he hurriedly got up and bowed again.

Tian Zili lowered her head, looked at the name, and suddenly laughed, "Come on, you can write another word Wuchuan."

The young man was stunned, "Superior, I'm here."

"Hahaha, look at how awkward you wrote, how could you be a person who recognizes words? I'm afraid that after learning how to write names from others, I came over to get food?"

The young man was so scared that he hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Prince, please spare me!"

"It's smart, let's do it. You can learn calligraphy first, and then use you after you learn it!"

"Thank you, your servant."

Tian Zili was busy, and suddenly someone ran over in a hurry, "Duke Tian, ​​General wants you to go to the official office immediately."

Tian Zili was stunned, hurriedly got up, handed over what he had in his hand to someone else, and left in a hurry.

The clerks in the school are still busy.

Tian Zili hurried to the door of the official office, but found that Yao Xiong had been waiting for him here.

Seeing Tian Zili, Yao Xiong was overjoyed and hurried forward, "You are finally here, brother is waiting for us!"

"Why don't you go in?"

"Who knows it's a good thing? If you go in with you, it's a disaster, and there are some people who can share it."

Tian Zili ignored this reckless Hu and asked the soldiers to come in to report.

Yao Xiong said: "You are still comfortable. You don't have to go anywhere when you sit in the school grounds. It's comfortable."

"Ha, it's not easy."

"In the past, the garrison lords sold literacy in the city, which made them very scared, afraid that we would cheat them out and sell them, that is, the brother is very famous now."

As the two were talking, the soldiers came out and asked them to go in immediately.

Wei Jiong took another bite of tea and saw two people walking into the house.

One of them was tall and blue, with no doubt Qihu, while the other one looked very capable, thin and tough.

Liu Taozi signaled the two of them to sit beside him, then looked at Wei Jiong, "You continue talking."

Wei Jiong then spoke slowly.

"This Tianle Temple is the largest temple in Shuozhou. It was not long established, but it is very famous. Every year, many people come from Jinyang and even Yecheng. The volume of "Dajiyue Cangsu" written by Emperor Wenxuan is here. It is rewarded every year and is expanded every year. Today, most of the arable land in Guangning is in their hands. The nobles from Huaishuo Wuchuan have arranged their ancestors' spiritual positions here, and the nobles in the temple are asking them to recite scriptures and seek joy."

"Their presidency was Master Zhichang. I heard that this man had great supernatural powers. The nobles of Jinyang often gave him a lot of money to seek what they wish."

Wei Jiong started to tell the story seriously, and the three people sitting in front of him listened very seriously.

Wei Jiong didn't bother to worry about the trouble. While eating tea, he carefully talked about the scale, background, wealth, power, etc. of Tianle Temple.

After telling for a long time, the two of them stood up and saw them whispering something with Liu Taozi, turning around and leaving.

Liu Taozi ate a bite of tea, "You continue to talk."

With the current weather, Wei Jiong could not rush to travel, so he had no worries. He asked for good tea again and sat down to tell Liu Taozi about the many temples in the frontier, which were no longer limited to Tianle Temple, or even the frontier.

Gao Huan respected the Buddha, and Gao Yang even more. When Gao Yang was in power, he rewarded these temples many times. At the same time, he summoned a large number of civilians to build Buddha and create murals. He used the crying and blood of these civilians to accumulate one after another. The Buddha statues sat in it, holding flowers and smiling, but overwhelming countless ordinary families.

The entire Daqi has become a blessed place for these fat monks, with more than 40,000 temples and more than 2 million monks and nuns.

They do not work in farming, do not pay taxes, recite scriptures and Buddha, have a large number of tenants and occupy huge arable land, but they directly distribute the tribute grain to ordinary people.

Even Wei Jiong, when he talked about these things, he felt a little unbearable.

"I believe in Buddhism myself, but the actions of these eminent monks are not like monks, but more like bandits."

Wei Jiong stopped and looked outside. Some soldiers lit candles, and it was already pitch black outside.

"How miserable are the people in the world?"

Liu Taozi looked at him, "Does the prefect also know the sufferings of the people?"

"Hahaha, what if you know? The person who reported to Your Majesty to stop building the Buddhist temple was not even able to find his bones."

Wei Jiong smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Anyway, I have told the general what I know. As for whether the general wants to take it and how to take it, the general himself has the final say, so I will not interfere."

He stood up, his face full of fatigue. Liu Taozi finally stopped him. He said goodbye to Liu Taozi, and a soldier took him to his temporary residence.

Sitting in the room, Wei Jiong looked at the dimness outside and suddenly lost his sleepiness again.

The country is in a critical situation, but the nobles in the temple are all focused on making money. The generals only think about military merits. People like themselves can only behave in a normal manner and live an ordinary day, not up or down, as if they live and as if they die.

"Hey! Ah!"

Wei Jiong woke up in shock, he sat up and looked around.

The sun was a little dazzling, and Wei Jiong hurriedly put on his clothes, listening to the noise outside, a little shocked.

He lives next to the official office, how could anyone dare to make noise here?

He pushed open the door and there were a few confidants in the courtyard. At this moment, they were all lying beside the wall to watch. Wei Jiong was a little angry, "Everyone is coming down! Why not go out to see it?!"

The people came down one after another, and Wei Jiong pushed open the door and walked to the main road.

The road was particularly lively at this moment, and I saw knights carrying things and walking towards the government office, and they were constantly occupying the entire road.

Wei Jiong looked at the scene in shock, watched from both sides, and finally found an acquaintance in the crowd.
To be continued...