Rebirth of Buddhism

"Get up," Fu Zhiyu said, and looked at him carefully, "You have good eyesight, how did you recognize me?"

After the man got up, he also knew that Fu Zhiyu was very puzzled, so he took the initiative to explain: "Some time ago, during the sacrifice in the city, the grass people went to join in the fun, and I was lucky to meet King Zhao. His demeanor is unforgettable at first sight."

Fu Zhiyu glanced at him suspiciously, only to feel that things were not that simple.

Just relying on that distant glance from the sacrificial priest?

"Of course, based on this alone, you can't recognize Prince Zhao at a glance," the man continued, and he still lowered his head very modestly to explain, "Cao Min was studying in the capital before, and he also worshiped at the door of Master Xu. When I was in Fengyue Tower, I met King Zhao many times, but King Zhao has a noble status and can't remember the grassroots."

Master Xu is Fu Zhiyu's teacher, and all the students he accepts are not simple, even if they can't reach Shen Yang's level, they are still rare talents, how come here?

"You look up and show me."

Fu Zhiyu has a good memory. He looked at that face. Although he had experienced many vicissitudes, he did have some impressions.

"You are..." Fu Zhiyu tried hard to recall the name of this person, but couldn't match the name for a while.

Before Fu Zhiyu remembered it, the man also announced his name at this time: "I am Zhang Lin."

When he said this name, Fu Zhiyu had an impression.

This student is not an ordinary student. He passed the Jinshi. He is in the same class as Shen Yang. He ranks No. 30 and [-]. He is also in the middle and upper ranks among the Jinshi. Fu Zhiyu handled the imperial examination in his previous life. The name was written by him himself.

Although there were fraud cases twice, they did not affect him, but Fu Zhiyu remembered that this man joined Prime Minister Xue's class after he was selected as a Jinshi, but now everyone knows what happened to Prime Minister Xue. Team up.

There is also a reason why Fu Zhiyu didn't have a deep impression of him. Although this man followed Prime Minister Xue, he hadn't had time to do anything. He was still in the training stage, and the backstage collapsed. To such a situation?

"King Zhao remember?"

"Why are you here?" Fu Zhiyu looked him up and down, wondering, "Did something happen in the capital?"

Zhang Lin shook his head and said, "There is nothing wrong with the capital. In fact, when Prime Minister Xue had an accident in the previous dynasty, the grassroots were not affected. Besides, the new emperor is kind and did not kill them all. It's just that he has no backing after all. Because of the past events, his colleagues also have a lot of troubles." Squeeze out, once something happened, the guard's library accidentally caught fire, and he was pushed out to take the blame. Fortunately, the teacher still remembered the old love and pleaded for me, otherwise I would lose my life.

After going around several times, I came to Jiangnan, and now I opened a private school in this village, teaching children to read and write, and I am doing well. "

Although he said so, Fu Zhiyu looked at him like this. According to his age, he was actually not a few years older than Fu Zhiyu, but at the first sight, he subconsciously recognized him as a middle-aged man, which shows the ups and downs of his life.

Having said this, Zhang Lin stepped forward a little bit, and asked Fu Zhiyu, "This place is remote and there are not many villagers. Why did King Zhao come here for...?"

After all, he was not familiar with this person, and he was not an ordinary citizen. Fu Zhiyu could not judge his temperament just by the first meeting, nor did he explain his intention to him in the first place.

"King Zhao's status is noble, and he can recognize at a glance that he is different from ordinary people. The people here are already a little wary of strangers, let alone you, they are afraid they will not dare to say anything, and they will not even dare to talk to them." Zhang Lin He added, "If you have any orders, just say so."

Fu Zhiyu still hesitated, he thought for a while, and asked, "Can I go in and have a look?"

"nature."

From the outside, Zhang Lin's house looks like ordinary people's. There are chickens and ducks in the front yard, and there are farm tools inside the house, but it's different when you enter the house. It still looks like a scholar.

Although it is very simple, there are a lot of books on the small shelf beside the bed. They are neat and tidy, and they seem to be cherished very much.The room is small, but there is a desk in the corner, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all neatly arranged, and it looks like it is often written.

But apart from these, the rest can be regarded as a barren house. Fu Zhiyu also took a look at the stove. The rice jar was half filled, but there was little meat. There was only a little salt for seasoning on the stove. Fu Zhiyu looked around but didn’t see it Oil.

Zhang Lin watched his movements, and probably already guessed why Fu Zhiyu came here.He is a former official, and I have seen him privately in Weifu.

He also took the initiative to explain: "The rest of the money is used to buy paper, pens and books. The grass-roots don't pay attention to their appetites, and everything else is kept simple. In fact, the grass-folk don't have to work hard, and it's already done in the village. "

After learning about it, Fu Zhiyu found out that Zhang Lin's private school does not charge money. Most of the villagers here have no money left, let alone provide their children with education. The rice in the rice tank is the remuneration for teaching the children. given.

As for the money for daily living, it was earned by Zhang Lin himself. He could write well, so he helped rich people copy books, earning more than ordinary farmers. With his cabinet of books, ordinary people are Can't afford it.

"This village is called Heshun Village. It has been farming for generations. It is a very common village in the south of the Yangtze River," Zhang Lin said. The children can't touch books at all, and if things go on like this, they will be buried deep in the fields, illiterate, and it is really difficult for poor families to produce noble children, so they can only go on like this one generation after another. If King Zhao is interested, Cao Min is willing to take you to see it. "

Fu Zhiyu finally nodded.

What Zhang Lin said before was not false. When he went to find the villagers by himself, the villagers didn't dare to talk to him at all. They just wanted to stay as far away as possible. Looking at him was like looking at someone from another world.

Although the clothes Steward Zhou found were really ordinary clothes, they were also new clothes, and they were neat and tidy. Generally, farmers have to work and are covered in sweat. The clothes can be worn as long as they can be worn. They are not as clean as him. Besides, Fu Zhiyu's face and figure are very different from ordinary people's clothes.

But the villagers respect Zhang Lin very much, and they say "Master" and "Mr.". Woke up.

Zhang Lin's daily routine is very simple. He copies books in the morning to make money, and in the afternoon he starts classes at the school. If the weather is really bad, he takes a day off. Fu Zhiyu also goes to the school with him to have a look in the afternoon.

It is said to be a school, but it is actually a vacant space at the temple in the village. There are no extra houses in the village. There are a few tables, chairs and benches inside, but each one is polished and polished. The children are under the gaze of the gods in the temple. In reading, Zhang Lin not only learns to read and write poetry, but also teaches practical arithmetic, and even a practical class, teaching children to abacus.

Fu Zhiyu looked at these and commented: "You know a lot."

"Not everyone is suitable for learning, but with these skills, going out to be an accountant in the future is better than planing food in the field," Zhang Lin said, "That's all I can do. It's just I never thought that you would come, King Zhao can do more than me."

Fu Zhiyu didn't know what to say.

He looked at this person's hopeful eyes, and only felt that the step he had planned was going to go ahead.

Heshun Village is already considered a good village. After all, it would be nice to have one person like Zhang Lin.Following his directions, Fu Zhiyu went to several other villages that were poorer than Heshuncun, and some of them were far away from Luanzhou. It took him a while to get a basic look.

"There are huge differences in various places in the south of the Yangtze River," he said to Yuan Jiangxing after returning, "Although the change is not achieved in a day, I should always start."

Where to start, Fu Zhiyu became cautious.

He knows a lot of things, including those seen from the main god's space, but after all, he hasn't actually operated it yet. For now, it's just talk on paper.

He was actually a bit restrained. After returning from various villages, Fu Zhiyu had nightmares for a long time.

It was the sense of powerlessness that he felt when he heard the officials below reporting the situation of the victims to him in his previous life. That scene always reminded him that he was once a failed ruler.

Today he woke up from a dream again in the middle of the night, covered in profuse sweat.

He couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he got up and poured himself a glass of water.

The nightmare has always existed. Fu Zhiyu always hypnotized himself that it had passed. As long as he doesn't touch it, he can live in peace, but it is not.

To really let the nightmare go, something new needs to cover it.

Fu Zhiyu took a breath, and after taking a sip of water, he calmed down a lot. At this time, he smelled a vague fragrance at the tip of his nose.

The source of this fragrance is the censer in the house. The housekeeper usually lights some tranquilizing incense. It smells like calming incense, but it smells different from the previous one. It seems to be stronger, and the fragrance is also elegant. Some.

If it weren't for Fu Zhiyu's special and sensitive physique, other people would not be able to feel this subtle difference.

It's not easy for him to wake up others to do something in the middle of the night, but the next morning he took the ashes from the incense burner and showed it to Imperial Physician Chen.

After Chen Taiyi looked carefully, he said: "This is Anshenxiang, but it is different from the one in your residence.

Although the incense in your mansion is already the most expensive on the market, there are actually better ones, but the quantity is very small, and there is no market for the price, only available in the palace.And even in the palace, there may only be two boxes, which are very precious, and it is said that the effect of calming the nerves is very good.Didn't you sleep well during this time?It would be nice to ignite this. "

Fu Zhiyu pressed the center of his eyebrows. Imperial physician Chen didn't understand the situation, and thought it was sent by the Yuan family, and this was not harmful, only beneficial. He didn't say anything more about it, but talked about the Deng family with Fu Zhiyu. Things, it can be regarded as an explanation of the previous things.

"Deng Qian has woken up, but it's still inappropriate to make any big moves, and he's still in the process of training," Chen Taiyi said. On the surface, yes, after waking up and understanding everything, the first time I went out, I went to Qian's house to thank him."