Master Zhiqing spoke again: "Thank you, Master Yang, for your understanding.
In that case, I will take my leave."
Yang Shen and his wife bowed slightly and said, "Master, please excuse me."
Master Zhiqing turned to Zhang Tianhua and said, "Zhang Tanyue, let's go into the palace now."
Although Zhang Tianhua tried his best to conceal the joy in his heart, he still couldn't help but curl his lips: "Yes, master."
He turned slightly sideways and said, "Master, please go first."
Master Zhiqing shook his head slightly and said: "Although I am nearly eighty years old, I have never been to the capital.
I still need Zhang Tanyue to lead the way."
Zhang Tianhua heard this and said respectfully: "In that case, master, please forgive me for being rude."
Master Zhiqing put his palms together again and said, "Honey to Amitabha, the donor is too worried."
Zhang Tianhua then took the lead, and Master Zhiqing followed behind Zhang Tianhua.
Ye Xiangdong nodded slightly to Ye Lingbo, but actually ignored Yang Shen's presence and left with another colleague and Master Zhiqing.
Yang Shen said cheerfully: This boy has such a character.
Ye Lingbo smiled and said: Husband, don't be as knowledgeable as your cousin.
Yang Shen shook his head slightly: "After all, he is from the Ye family, and he is your cousin.
It's not like he really offended me.
I'm not that small-minded."
With the departure of Master Zhiqing, Yang Shen and others naturally no longer had the need to stay here.
Soon Yang Shen and Ye Lingbo got on the carriage again, and, surrounded by a group of guards on tall horses, embarked on the journey.
The way back to Yang Mansion.
The carriage gurgled forward, but Yang Shen, contrary to his usual cheerful and talkative attitude in front of Ye Lingbo, said nothing and fell into a rare silence.
Ye Lingbo held his hand and asked softly: "What's wrong?
You are really angry with my cousin?"
Her last sentence was said in a very playful tone.
It was obvious that she didn't think that Yang Shen would really compete with her cousin.
No one understands her husband better than she does.
She is born with a supernatural power, and her spiritual awareness is far beyond anyone's.
Although she has only been married to Yang Shen for a short period of time, she understands that she understands her husband day and night while sharing the same bed.
Although my little husband is not very broad-minded, he is definitely not a petty person.
Although he doesn't understand why, his feelings for her are indeed very deep, so deep that he has to be moved by it.
Even if it is only for his own sake, my husband will never argue with his cousin.
As expected, Yang Shen smiled and said, "Of course not.
My husband thought of what Master Zhiqing said just now and felt that there seemed to be something profound in it."
Ye Lingbo thought about it for a moment and said: "But Mr.
Yang and his wife had good intentions, but I had to live up to it."
Yang Shen nodded slightly and said, "That's true.
My husband always feels that Master Zhiqing is showing his attitude to us."
"Yes," Ye Lingbo said softly, "My husband is right.
Perhaps Master is really reminding us that he will not stand on the same line as us at the moment."
Yang Shen pondered slightly and said: "It doesn't matter.
Even if the master does mean this, as long as he doesn't take any action against our Yang family, I can tolerate it."
Ye Lingbo chuckled and said: "No, although Master Zhiqing has no hair, it does not mean that he has no brain.
As long as your husband does not take the initiative to provoke him, he will never create a terrifying enemy like your husband for Shaolin."
Yang Shen was silent, hoping that what Ling Bo said was correct, otherwise, he was from the later generations after all.
Although ordinary people in this era could not do anything to powerful people like the Grand Master, he was by no means helpless.
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Thinking of this, Yang Shen had a cruel look in his eyes.
Master Zhiqing followed Zhang Tianhua all the way, walked into Chang'an City, and walked through many streets.
Zhang Tianhua was very anxious and just wanted to complete the errands assigned to him by the emperor as soon as possible.
Master Zhiqing was superb in Buddhism and his mind was as calm as water.
He was fascinated by the blossoming scenery of Chang'an City.
Turning a blind eye to the bustling scene, the group of people moved very quickly and soon arrived in front of the palace.
Zhang Tianhua took out a brass-colored token from his waist and waved it in front of the guard.
Without any obstruction, he went straight into the depths of the palace and arrived in front of the royal study.
He said to a guard standing guard in front of the door: Your Majesty, Zhang Tianhua is honored to honor his command and welcome Master Zhiqing, the abbot of Shaolin, here.
The guard entered the imperial study.
Li Shimin was reviewing memorials.
Hearing the footsteps of the guard, he raised his head and asked: "What's going on?"
The guard bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty, Zhang Tianhua, the Minister of Rites, has come to deliver the order, and Master Zhiqing, the Abbot of Shaolin, is outside asking for an audience."
Although the guard knew that Master Zhiqing was sent by His Majesty Zhang Tianhua to invite him into the palace, he certainly would not say that.
Wouldn't that put His Majesty on the weak side?
He has several heads that can be chopped off.
"Yes."
Li Shimin glanced at the guard with some approval.
He was obviously very satisfied with this man's smooth flattery.
He nodded slightly and said, "I have told you that Zhang Tianhua has done well in his work.
I am very pleased and will reward him."
With a monthly salary, there is no need for him to ask for an audience again.
After handing over the token, he can leave the palace and ask Abbot Zhiqing to come into the royal study for a talk."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The guard bowed and exited the imperial study, announcing the emperor's will to Zhang Tianhua and Master Zhiqing.
Zhang Tianhua showed joy when he heard that he had been awarded a month's salary, and he also heard that he did not have to go in to see him again. , then turned and left.
Just as he turned around and walked a few steps, the joyful look on Zhang Tianhua's face completely disappeared.
One month's salary, what the hell is that?
Zhang Tianhua smiled bitterly in his heart.
In the first two hundred years of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the salaries paid to officials by the imperial court consisted of rice, flour, cloth and other food.
In addition, the salaries set by Emperor Taizu Li Yunlong for officials were not low.
The imperial court was in a period of strength and could afford the money. , so the officials are living a good life.
Even the lowest-ranking ninth-grade officials can save a little money for private housing in addition to supporting their families, and in a few years they can beg for a house and a wife.
But a hundred years ago, the emperor of the Li family suddenly came up with the idea of printing a currency called "paper money" and using paper money to replace the circulation of precious metals such as gold and silver.
Even though he encountered opposition from almost all the aristocratic families in the dynasty, and even the poor scholars who were promoted by the emperor through the imperial examination did not agree, the emperor withstood all the pressure and went his own way, and finally issued banknotes.
In the first ten years of the issuance of banknotes, the strong economic strength of the imperial court ensured the credibility of banknotes.
Even though wealthy families had many doubts about this thing, banknotes could indeed be exchanged for gold and silver at banks designated by the emperor.
Therefore, The world did slowly accept the existence of paper money
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