my days with tyrants

Chapter 85 Ambassador Yang's Ghost Hunt
The guarded Ambassador Yang soon appeared in Ruiguang Temple together with Zhang Xianzong among a group of ladies.

"How did this thing hang up?"

Yang Fengrao looked at the Tasha on the top of the Ruiguang Temple Pagoda with interest.

In this day and age, it takes skill to be able to get this thing up by the ton.

Zhang Xianzong shook his head.

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at the main hall behind. Mrs. Zhu and the group of girlfriends were still worshiping Buddha, looking very pious. I have to say that these women with money and leisure have become so empty.But Zhang Xianzong still refused to tell him the real identity of this woman. Fortunately, Yang Feng didn't care about this issue either. This woman obviously coveted his beauty.

But is Ambassador Yang the kind of person who sells his lust?

This is the client.

He is just doing his duty as a professional manager.

After waiting for a while, the women finally finished worshiping.

The little maid gave the box full of alms to the young monk next to her. As for the eminent monk who received them, of course she couldn't touch this vulgar thing with her own hands...

"I'm a Buddha who can't get rid of poverty!"

Yang Feng sighed with emotion.

Then he changed his face and walked forward solemnly...

"Grandmaster!"

He clasped his hands together and said.

The master hastened to return the salute with palms together.

Mrs. Zhu looked at Yang Feng with great interest.

"Master, I really want to do my best to promote Buddhism."

Yang Feng said.

"Amitabha, this is a great merit."

The master said perfunctorily.

"Ambassador, your Great Xia Kingdom also respects Buddhism?"

Madam Zhu said curiously.

"Respect, of course respect. At that time, eminent monks like the master had luxury cars when they went out, and even the government had to respect them. Any eminent monk was respected by the wealthy businessmen. We were honored at that time. The tallest Buddha statue was built, seventy feet high, all made of copper and gold, and the copper alone cost several million catties."

Yang Feng said.

"Amitabha Buddha is truly a pure land on earth!"

The master obviously said with some excitement.

"So, when I saw the master, I felt kind.

I would like to propose to the Emperor Ming to send envoys to the Buddhist Kingdom of the Western Paradise, just like Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty to learn Buddhist scriptures, to study Buddhism in the Buddhist Kingdom of the Western Paradise, especially to experience Buddhism in holy places such as Daleiyin Temple, Nalanda Temple, and Wild Deer Garden.But I am an outsider after all, even if I propose it to Emperor Ming, His Majesty may not agree, so I would like to ask Master if he can help to contact temples in various places.I propose that all the masters jointly sign the performance. At worst, we don’t need to pay from the imperial court, and each monastery donates a little. I know the sea route to Tianzhu. Let’s find a few eminent monks who are willing to go by boat.

It's been a few months back and forth.

Even if those sailing ships are slower, the round trip will not exceed one year at most. "

Yang Feng said.

"Master, this is a great merit. You don't need to worry about spending it. I just wait for the donations from the believers."

Mrs. Zhu said with a look of surprise.

"Amitabha, since this is the case, how dare the poor monk refuse to obey."

The master said quickly.

Anyway, it's not him.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng called Zhang Xianzong over and asked Hanlin scholars to draft the memorial himself. Speaking of which, this was the first time Yang Feng wrote a memorial to Zhu Yuanzhang. In the past, he always passed on the message directly. Zhang Hanlin's memorial was naturally simple and clear...

Too much nonsense is easy to suffer from the court stick!

The memorial was completed soon, and then Yang Feng gave it to the master to sign, and the rest has nothing to do with him. The master will pass this memorial down and let the abbots of those temples sign it. In short, the more the better.When will you make up one hundred, send it to the capital, sign it to the masters in the capital, and finally send it to Yang Feng, and he will hand it over to Zhu Yuanzhang, asking Zhu Yuanzhang to allow the masters to collect money, select believers to go to sea, and use the route map provided by Ambassador Yang to go there Tianzhu.At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang still banned private people from going to sea. He only opened up the maritime trade of North Korea and Ryukyu, but it was not the Ming maritime merchants who went to these two, but allowed these two to go to Daming.

Then trade with treasure notes.

So going to sea like this must be approved by him.

After the completion, Yang Feng left Ruiguang Temple in the respect of the master...

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Zhang Xianzong said in a low voice.

In the small sedan chairs next to them, the ladies looked at them with smiles.

Yang Feng smiled at Madam Zhu.

"Promote Buddhism!"

He said.

"Ambassador Yang, you and I have not been together for a day. It is not like this when you usually mention monks. Zhang does not like this generation. The Buddhism is profound, and Zhang is ignorant. It is true that he does not dare to make unreasonable remarks, but as far as monks are concerned, , In fact, the good and the bad are mixed, and there are many who are difficult to match the truth, and even some who are lawless.

You and I should be open and honest! "

"I really want to push them to go to Tianzhu, especially to the places I mentioned."

"Is there a problem with those places?"

Zhang Xianzong was not stupid, he understood immediately.

"Let's put it this way, the Western Heaven Buddhist Kingdom is now the territory of these people."

Yang Feng pointed to a passing fur boots and said.

Zhang Xianzong's eyes widened in surprise.

"What about the monks?"

he asked.

"There are no monks, it has been gone for a long time. Tianzhu or the last Buddhist temple in India, Chaojie Temple, was burned down in the third year of Songjiatai. So far, there are no Buddhist temples there, and it has completely become the site of these people. As for those in the Buddhist scriptures The place has long since been reduced to ruins. It is currently ruled by what we call the Delhi Sultanate, but it is very chaotic there now. A group of masters have passed by, and I am afraid they will be hacked to death. We have to help them and let His Majesty send Messenger with them.

He is the envoy of Daming.

This should save their lives.

The real purpose of my doing this is to get them to pay the court, and the folks can't build large sea-going ships. I want to go to Tianzhu to get them to raise funds, and then hand it over to the court to build ships for them.

Those who drive the boat must also have the court's navy.

One ship is definitely not enough, and a dozen big ships are needed anyway.

They pay.

His Majesty the Emperor procures a fleet for nothing.

Then they also paid for it, and His Majesty the Emperor set up a long-distance voyage to Tianzhu for free. When this trip is completed, Daming will be able to establish a stable sea relationship with Tianzhu.

How cool it is to whore for nothing!

Don't you dislike them?
I remember that your emperor doesn't seem to like them very much.

Then send people to follow to see, and then they will see that there is no Dharma in the Western Paradise Buddhist Kingdom, and the Wild Deer Garden is just a ruin. People on both sides of the Ganges River have long been ignorant of Dharma. , compared with them, our Daming is more like a pure land. "

Yang Feng said.

Of course, it doesn't help.

After all, even if the modern Internet is so developed, there is still such a wonderful creature as Yin Chuan.

He just wanted to prostitute an official exchange between Ming Dynasty and India for free. Zhu Yuanzhang lacked motivation for this because it cost money, but now someone is paying him. It was North Indian intercourse that would bring him what he most wanted.

war horse.

Marwari horse.

This is arguably the most perfect war horse in the East.

It can fight in the ice and snow on the plateau, and it can also fight in the hot and humid swamps of South Asia. It does not eat as delicate as European horses, but its body is not much smaller than the latter.

It is completely possible to fool the Delhi Sultanate and coax them to provide Daming with a small amount of Mawarima under the pretext of partnering against Timur, and then crossbreed them in Daming. This thing does not need to be shipped by sea. As long as the Delhi Sultanate is willing to provide it, you can go Uzang Land Road Enters Daming...

They will agree.

Because the biggest enemy of the Delhi Sultanate is Timur.

They were also destroyed by Timur's descendants.

At this time, it was the Tughluk Dynasty. They were defeated by Timur in the Battle of Delhi not long after, and they sacked Delhi by the latter, then fell into a slump and perished soon. At this time, they can get the help of Ming, the most powerful empire in the East. They are absolutely willing to donate horses.At this time, Timur was still professing his minister to Zhu Yuanzhang, as long as he told this to the Delhi Sultanate, and then told them that as long as Timur beat them, Ming would uphold justice for them, so what is it to donate hundreds of horses?
Others are not important.

The reason why Zhu Yuanzhang does not encourage trade with Nanyang is actually not that complicated.

One is that he does not want to export too much and turn the domestic rice production areas into cash crops. The other reason is that he has too much pepper in his hand...

Well, that's just too much.

After all, the shelf life of pepper is extremely long, and dried peppercorns are often dried in the sun, and there is no problem for more than ten years. Therefore, the pepper traded overseas in the Yuan Dynasty was still full of Zhu Yuanzhang's warehouse in the early Ming Dynasty. Tang Heguang confiscated more than 6000 catties in Fuzhou.After that, the small Nanyang countries like Sanfoqi still paid a large amount of tribute every year, or came to trade under the guise of paying tribute. As a result, more and more pepper was accumulated, so that Zhu Yuanzhang once wanted to replace salt with pepper.

That is to say, let the merchants transport grain to the frontier in exchange for peppers and then sell peppers.

But the right to import is his.

That is to say, the state monopolizes the import of pepper, and merchants transport grain to the frontier, and then sell it for pepper from the government.

But it didn't work out.

As a result, the accumulated peppers amounted to millions, and he simply used them as rewards. Hongwu rewarded three catties each of the soldiers in the capital once every 12 years, and the reward was more than 100 million catties. Later, Zhu Di actually picked up the way he played during this period.

But then Zhu Yuanzhang found a higher-end method of printing treasure banknotes.

So pepper is useless to him.

Zhu Di had to switch to pepper because he couldn't play Baochao.

"Ambassador Yang, what are you talking about, why are you afraid that we will hear it?"

Mrs. Zhu said enchantingly.

Yang Feng turned around and leaned over...

"I'm asking Zhang Hanlin, is there any place to have fun in Suzhou City?"

He lowered his head and leaned on the window immediately and said.

"Do you know Zhang Hanlin?"

Mrs. Zhu covered her mouth with fans and said with a smile.

"I don't know!"

"Of course he doesn't know. He is an official of the imperial court. If he dares to go to this kind of place, he will lose his security if he wears a black hat on his head."

"Then it's such a pity, promise big Suzhou city, can't you even find a place to have fun, uh, madam, don't think too much, I just want to find a place to listen to songs, watch dances, and Nothing else, it was all serious entertainment back then.

Anyone who sings well has a bright future. "

"If that's the case, the concubine has a different career here. They also have singers and musicians in their homes, and I don't live there. The ambassador will have to delay a few days in Suzhou if he wants to come, so I will lend it to the ambassador. Staying with Zhang Hanlin, and borrowing a few singers and musicians from their family, the ambassador will not be lonely."

Mrs. Zhu said with a blushing face.

"How embarrassing is this, aren't we a magpie's nest and a dove?"

Yang Feng said.

While speaking, he lowered his head, so that the two of them got closer, and the hot breath was almost enough.

"I didn't live there in the first place, but I came here to visit my cousin, so naturally I lived with my cousin."

Mrs. Zhu blushed even more as she spoke.

"Then I'm disrespectful?"

Yang Feng said with a mysterious smile.

Mrs. Zhu patted his hand three times with her small fan, and then quickly sat up...

"I'm going to visit friends tonight too!"

Zhang Xianzong moved to Yang Feng's side, looked at Mrs. Zhu who was going away, and said seriously.

"Go, don't come back at night!"

Yang Feng didn't even look at him, he swung the back of his hand a few times and said.

"I still have to remind you, it's best not to provoke this woman."

Zhang Xianzong said helplessly.

"I didn't provoke her either, she did it first."

Yang Feng said.

Zhang Xianzong was speechless, so he had to leave by himself.

Then a maid came over and took Yang Feng to the villa, which was actually a courtyard with a garden pool in the city.In the Ming Dynasty, there was a strict household registration system, and it was not allowed to buy land or houses outside of the original registration. Only merchants could send their registration or relocate their household registration in other places.This should be a businessman raised by her family, who bought it in Suzhou in the name of a merchant. This is the center of the handicraft industry, and those powerful families have special domestic slaves as merchants to do business in Suzhou.Naturally, the purchase of another property is indispensable. After all, once the owner comes to inspect, he cannot even have a place to live.

Can you still live in a business?
There are also housekeepers and servants here, and then they arranged everything for him, delicious food, wine and food, and then sent them to the Nuan Pavilion deep in the garden. There are candles one by one, and the light and dark are uncertain in the flickering of the candles.

Ambassador Yang, who took a bath and changed clothes under the service of the maid, lay comfortably on the short couch with his eyes closed.

Soon he opened his eyes...

"Where are people? Where did they go? Didn't they let me listen to songs and watch dancing? What about singing and dancing?"

he shouted dissatisfied.

The door of the warm pavilion was closed, and the surrounding area was empty, even the candles were extinguished, only the lanterns outside let in some light, and the maids had disappeared.

The outside wind blew in, blowing the curtains, and the sound of the wind was accompanied by the sound of rain, and there was a bit of a ghostly atmosphere for a while...

"If there is a creak..."

Yang Feng sighed with emotion.

next moment……

"Squeak!"

The door of the warm pavilion that had been closed was slowly opened.

An elongated black shadow came in instantly, and there was a figure holding an umbrella standing in front of the door. Her long skirt reached the ground, and her clothes fluttered. In the light behind her, the wind blew her long hair, and she slowly raised her head under the umbrella. At the beginning, there was a pale face...

"Young master, are you waiting for me?"

She said in a faint voice.

"Can you change your painting style?"

Yang Feng said sadly.

The latter let out a sinister laugh, then threw the umbrella and rushed towards him. Ambassador Yang possessed Zhong Kui all of a sudden, and was trying to capture the female ghost. He held her down instantly, and then pulled out his belt. Just start tying...

(End of this chapter)