That night, monks gathered in the court.

Dozens of fat monks with big heads and big ears gathered together.

Mr. Jin ordered people to deliver the copied edict to these people.

"Dear hosts, please take a look."

The monks looked at the edict sent to him and bowed their heads and praised him: "Good! Good! I am merciful!"

But none of them took the initiative to speak out and said they would use the money to donate.

When Mr. Jin saw this, he didn't say much, but said, "After the decree declined, all parties in the capital were enthusiastically donating."

"I also met the Nestorian monk Tusha at Xuande Gate and donated 5,000 guan."

After saying that, he kept silent.

The heads of each temple were the head of the temple and then spoke.

"Amitabha, it is my monk's duty to save the suffering and suffer. My Fayun Temple is willing to donate a thousand guan to lose to Huainan." said a monk with a big belly.

Mr. Jin glanced at him, said nothing, but just bowed his head and put it together: "Good! Good!"

Fayun Temple is a temple outside Jinshuimen.

The scale is not large in Bianjing, and it is appropriate to donate a thousand stakes.

"Amitabha!" Another white and fat monk bowed: "I, Jinghuiyuan, are willing to donate thousands of guan."

Mr. Jin listened and his face twitched.

Because, although the scale of this Jinghui Academy is only comparable to that of Fayun Temple, its influence is incomparable.

This Jinghui Courtyard was renovated by Li Yu’s former house in the Southern Tang Dynasty. After Li Yu’s death, it was transformed into a temple. There are many authentic relics of Li Yu in the temple.

Therefore, it is sought after by literati and poets, and the incense is also very popular.

"Chongxia Temple is willing to donate thousands of guan..."

"Equal Awakening Academy, donate thousands of guan..."

One after another, the monks' heads spoke out.

The amount of donations is almost the same.

Hearing that Mr. Jin's eyebrows were pounding, he could only remind these people: "Dear hosts, the first one..."

"Nestledinism is only a temple, and it has donated 5,000 stagnants."

"I am a monk in Beijing for dozens of temples, and they were built by officials of all dynasties, but only donated a thousand guan."

"If it is spread, how do people in the world view my Buddhism?"

Everyone closed their mouths and didn't speak.

It’s not that they are not smart enough, nor that they are all wealth-guarding slaves.

But they are afraid!

Yes, afraid!

I was afraid that if I donate too much, the government would find out about my money. If I have any problems in the future, I would come to them to beg for alms if I have any problems.

Mr. Jin had no choice but to remind them again: "The temples in the capital are not only built by us."

"There is also a wild monk who travels to the temple built by the monks, hiding in the market, waiting for an opportunity to move."

The monks finally let go.

The presidency of the larger and more wealthy temples just expressed their willingness to donate two thousand guan and three thousand guan.

Other temples remain unmoved.

When Mr. Jin saw this, he was helpless and knew that he could not persuade him.

I could only bow my head and say, "Good! Good!"

What can he do?

Do you force these people to pay?

...

Gengyin (fifth day of the first year of Yuanyou).

Zhao Xu slept in Baoci Palace last night, so he woke up early in the morning and spent breakfast with Empress Dowager Xiang. He went to Qingshou Palace to ask for peace before returning to Funing Palace to prepare for his trip to Kaifeng Prefecture today.

As soon as I returned to Funing Palace, Shi Deyi came to report.

After hearing Shi Deyi's reward, Zhao Xu sneered and waved to Shi De with a move.

As soon as Shi De approached him, Zhao Xu whispered a few words in his ear.

Shi Deyi's expression suddenly became strange.

"Go and do it." Zhao Xu waved his hand: "It's better to see the newspaper this evening."

The monks in Bianjing are too embarrassed.

One thousand guan? Two thousand guan? Three thousand guan?

Send the beggar?

If they don’t put some pressure on them, they won’t understand how powerful they are.

"promise!"

...

Kaifeng Prefecture, government office.

The emperor's emperor's stewards came here surrounded by the dragon.

Cai Jing led the officials from Kaifeng Prefecture to wait in front of the government office early.

When he saw the imperial guards arrive, he hurried forward to greet him: "I welcome your Majesty, and I will be happy to Kaifeng Prefecture to praise my emperor and I will be blessed."

With the help of Feng Jing, Zhao Xu walked off the imperial car.

Yan Chen, who was in charge of his security work today, came to him and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I met the Three Zang of the West in front of the government office. The master begged to see Your Majesty..."

Zhao Xu looked at Yan Chen and kept smiling.

Yan Chen quickly lowered his head: "My father suffered from Fengbi and asked for medicine to master Yu. After getting the master's secret recipe, he got it a little better..."

Zhao Xu then said.

Rheumatism is a disease that is difficult to cure in modern times.

But in ancient times, there were always some strange prescriptions that could be cured inexplicably.

It's amazing!

And contemporary monks are basically famous doctors.

It is not unusual for monks like Mr. Jin to travel thousands of miles to have a few secret recipes in their hands.

So Zhao Xu asked, "Is the medicine he used for that prescription expensive?"

Yan Chen shook his head: "I don't know."

Zhao Xu thought about it and said to Yan Chen: "Let's go and inform the master and ask the master to present the prescription to Taiping Huimin Cultivation Pharmacy."

"promise!"

Now Yanchen is under the Nei Palace system and was appointed by Zhao Xu as the Taiping Huimin Cooking Pharmacy Bureau, in charge of the work of Taiping Huimin Cooking Pharmacy Bureau.

It is mainly responsible for setting up medical clinics and pharmacies in various places in Bianjing City for military doctors and low-level medical officials from the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Provide basic medical services to the lower-level people at relatively cheap prices.

The Huimin Chuang Pharmaceutical Bureau is the product of Xining's reform, just like the Specialized Military Manufacturing Bureau.

Its predecessor was a cooked medicine institute founded in the Imperial Medical Bureau in the seventh year of Xining.

Cooked medicine institute is a welfare-oriented institution.

The main responsibility is to provide relatively cheap and effective mature pharmaceutical preparations to civilians.

Last month, Zhao Xu issued an edict to change it to the Taiping Huimin Cultivation Pharmacy Bureau, and it was independent from the Imperial Medical Bureau, turning it into a separate institution, and appointed Yan Chen, who returned to the court, to take charge.

In the future, we plan to set up seventeen affordable drug sales and clinics in Bianjing.

Its purpose is to provide basic medical services at a price as affordable as possible.

This institution does not pursue profitability.

What we pursue is reputation, medical experience and skills accumulation.

It is considered the original version of a public hospital, but its ultimate goal is to serve himself.

The million people in Bianjing are enough to allow young doctors to produce enough skills and experience and accumulate deep knowledge of case.

There is no way. In this era, if you want to save your life, you must have an experienced medical team.
To be continued...