According to modern state theory, if the ruler class does not engage in production, it will not produce any benefits. It means that taxpayers hire them to manage the country, and it means that they are begging for food. If you don’t give it to them, they will be able to mobilize the state machine to ask you for it. Ww    W.

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CN The ruling class in feudal society also relies on the support of the people, and also recognizes that the people are their own parents of food and clothing, but if they turn against each other, they will force them to take your cow and demolish your house. As the emperor, Zhao Bing is of course the leader of the Beggars' Sect, leading the beggars to help the beggars to get worse.

"Who will your Majesty ask for it again?" Zhao Bing was about to arrange with the little yellow sects again why he was begging for food, but was suddenly interrupted.

"Sir, Master, let's have some breakfast together!" Zhao Bing knew who was coming without looking at it. The only ones who could come in without reporting were Ying Jieyan and Yuan Miao. Even Jiang Qi and Deng Guangjian could not do it. He stood up with a smile to greet him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I have used it!" Although Ying Jieyan was the emperor's teacher, he always strictly abides by the difference between the king and the minister and bows to the courtesy.

"Wang De!" Zhao Bing gave him a seat, looked at the tea, took off the dishes, and then called Wang De over and whispered a few times.

Zhao Bing talked a few gossips with the two of them. After a while, Wang De brought a few small yellow doors and carried some things over and put them on His Majesty's desk. He lifted a corner and looked at it, nodded, and asked them to go down.

"Sir, this is what I asked for for you!" Zhao Bing said, uncovering the mask on a tray.

"This is... this is the geography notes written by Li Chunfeng of the former Tang Dynasty!" Ying Jieyan stepped forward and picked up a book and read a few pages and said in surprise that he was a little out of control at such an old age.

"Sir, look at this again!" Zhao Bing pushed another box in front of Ying Jieyan. The box was made of agarwood and was not carefully crafted, but it was simplified and solemn, as if it carried thousands of years.

"Your Majesty, what is this?" Before Ying Jieyan could calm down from the surprise just now, the little emperor smiled and pushed a box over, and he asked rubbed his hands.

"Sir, you will know when you open it!" Zhao Bing pointed with his finger and said with a smile.

"Okay..." Ying Jieyan rubbed his hands on his body again. I didn't know if he was sweating or didn't want to get dirty with this thing, so he slowly opened the lid, but saw four pens, a square of inkstone and a few pieces of ink inside.

"This brush was actually made by the Li Family Pen Store of Houdian!" Ying Jieyan took a brush and looked at it with a squint. The tip of the brush was purple hair, the tube was ivory, and the pen stem was made of purple bamboo. The paint was painted on it with colorful paint to depict the mountains, seas, clouds and dragons playing with pearl patterns. The sea was surging, and the mountains and rocks stood up. In the meandering, waves hit the rocks, and waves rose everywhere. With just a few strokes, the artistic conception of a vast sea and a high sky was drawn. What is even more rare is that it was from the Hou family of the Tang Dynasty, and the brushes they produced were used in the palace at that time.

"Oh, this is actually from Li Wenkui, the ancestor of the Hou family, who created the foundation!" The font on the pen was too small. Ying Jieyan took out the flower glass and took it on and looked carefully. His hands trembled and said in surprise.

"Sir, is this very precious?" Zhao Bing said in confusion when he saw the old man's excited look.

"Of course, the Hou family's pen is rare, and it is made by Li Wenkui, so I'm afraid there are not many in the world!" Ying Jieyan actually glared at His Majesty and said.

"The other two things seem to be ordinary things anymore!" Zhao Bing reached out and said, "I was about to get the inkstone in the box."

"Your Majesty is gentle!" Ying Jieyan hurriedly stopped him when he saw His Majesty's erotic look. Then he carefully moved the box and gently put the brush in. He reached out to take the inkstone, but took his hand back and looked at the other two things inside.

"It's really crazy!" This is the first time Ying Jieyan's "snatch" things from his own hands, but he has not lost his composure in daily life. Zhao Bing couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then he looked at the old monk as calm as he was, and he was not affected by Ying Jieyan's shock.

"Where did Your Majesty get these treasures?" After scrutinizing for a long time, Ying Jieyan wanted to reach out to get them several times, but he held them back, and then he asked with a sigh.

"Are these things good?" Zhao Bing asked, still looking illiterate.

"Your Majesty, Sheyan and Xi Mo are already rare things. What's even more precious is that the inkstone and ink are both written by the father and son of the Xi family of the Later Tang Dynasty!" Ying Jieyan looked at his disciple's stupid appearance and felt very regretful, as if he was very upset about his ignorance.

"Your Majesty, the founder of Sheyan is Yiyan. According to history, Yiyan began in the Xiadu of Yan Kingdom during the Spring and Autumn Period. By the late Tang Dynasty, Xi and his sons in Yizhou inherited the skills of making ink ink ink in the Songyan Valley and created Yishui ink in the banks of the Yishui River. Later, Xi Tinggui, the son of Xi Tinggui, was appreciated by the late Lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty. He was awarded the official position of the ink and was given the surname Li. Later, because of avoiding chaos, he moved to Shezhou, Anhui and became the founder of Hui Mo and Sheyan."

"It's the same piece of black ink, just write it out. Why bother to care who comes from?" Zhao Bing suddenly picked up a piece of ink. Ying Jieyan couldn't stop it. He held it in his hand and looked up and down, and he almost bite a piece with his teeth and tasted it. Seeing the old man's nervous look, he threw the ink back into the box and said.

"Your Majesty, the ancient Yishui inkstone has been popular for a long time and is not mentioned at home and abroad. The ink of Xi family is as strong as jade, with patterns like rhinestone, with light pine smoke, good gelatin, uniform seasonings, fine pounding, made of pine smoke and glued antlers, which is actually the best ink and has a unique craftsmanship. The Xi family was the official of the ink on behalf of the ink, and the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty often rewarded meritorious ministers with Xi ink. After the Song Dynasty, the emperor used Xi ink to write edicts. Shezhou would pay tribute to the court every year, so it was difficult to buy on the market. During the Qingli period, a piece of Xi ink could be sold for ten thousand yuan. By the Xuanhe period, there was a strange and ink that could be obtained, and the ink of Li was indispensable. I have only been famous for so many years, but I was nearly 70,000 yuan but I couldn't get a piece of residual ink!" Ying Jieyan sighed while saying.

"Oh, it turns out that there is such a history. Now these things are worth a lot of money!" Zhao Bing nodded and said after hearing this.

"It's not just that. Now these are things that are hard to find. If it is a prosperous era, it is not worth asking for hundreds of thousands of yuan. In the eyes of those who know the treasure, it is a priceless treasure, and it won't be replaced by a thousand pounds!" Ying Jieyan frowned. He waved his hand and said.

"In this way, I am really in a dilemma!" Zhao Bing also frowned.

"What's the difficulty in getting this treasure?" Ying Jieyan said in surprise.

"I saw this thing in the Pu family's treasury and felt that the teacher was using it, so I asked him to come over. But I heard that this thing is valuable, but the teacher has always been honest and regards money as nothing. If I give it to the teacher, wouldn't it hurt your clarity!" Zhao Bing shrugged and said helplessly.

"Your Majesty is going to give it to me?" Ying Jieyan thought it was His Majesty who asked him to appreciate it, but he did not expect it to give it to me. After his explanation just now, his disciples of the wealthy disciple must have regretted it, and then he used such a reason to make excuses himself, and he couldn't help but feel very regretful.

"Yes!" Zhao Bing replied very simply, and Ying Jieyan's expression of losing his composure made him feel even more interesting. No matter how reserved a person is, he is hard to resist when facing what he cares about.

"Thank you, I will accept it for disrespect!" Ying Jieyan quickly put the box on and took it in his arms with those notes and said with gratitude, I am afraid the little emperor will regret it again.

"This... this was originally given to Mr. Yu, so don't be so anxious!" This time it was Zhao Bing's turn to be stupid. He didn't expect the old man to move so neatly that he could not express his opinion any more. It took him a while to recover and smile bitterly.

"Haha, I will thank Your Majesty again!" Ying Jieyan said with a smile.

"Ying Donor has lost his appearance, just something outside his body!" Looking at Ying Jieyan's smile and laughing happily, he shook his head and sighed.

"Haha, your monk is a paradise, but an ordinary person is an ordinary person. These handicrafts and treasures of the study cannot be obtained with money. I want to use them as family heirlooms to future generations!" Ying Jieyan smiled and retorted.

"Amitabha, I still refuse to give up worldly affairs as a donor, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve the right result." Yuan Miao did not think of it, but felt sorry for Jing Jieyan.

"Master, do you think this thing is real?" Seeing the two of them quarrel, Zhao Bing smiled and pointed to a long stick wrapped in yellow silk on the long table.

"Oh, what is this? I don't understand those things!" Yuan Miao glanced at His Majesty, then looked at the long desk, and said unconsciously, but he still stood up in front of him. At this time, the two small yellow doors carefully untied the yellow silk wrapped around it.

"This..." Yuan Miaoman took a casual look, but his face suddenly changed. He rubbed his eyes and pushed open the two small yellow doors and bent down to check carefully. The more he looked, the ugly his face became.

"Master, they claim that this is the portable weapon of Master Zhikong, the I-Zheng, the Lord of Qingyuan Temple in Quanzhou. Can it be correct?" Zhao Bing raised his head and asked.

"That's right, it's impossible to be wrong! I have seen it in the past. It was the weapon used by Master Zhikong and other Shaolin monks to rescue Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. Later, he went south to Quanzhou to build a temple and preach the Dharma. This stick was carried to Quanzhou and became a treasure for the temple. I thought I was lost when Sodu burned the temple. How could Your Majesty get it?" Yuan Miao clasped his hands together and tried to calm himself down, and asked after bowing.

"The master said this, that's not wrong!" Zhao Bing breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved, "I had made an appointment with the general. In the future, I would definitely rebuild the temple and reshape the golden body for the Buddha. Therefore, after recapturing the city, I ordered people to search for the lost things in the temple that year. I was fortunate to find Master Zhikong's carry-on weapon, but no one could recognize it. Then I asked the master to verify it."

"I thank Your Majesty, but I didn't expect that this treasure from the temple could be lost and regained!" Yuan Miao said again, with tears in his eyes, thinking that he was thinking of the monks who died in the temple again.

"Master, don't be sad. There are some items collected from the temple here. Please tell me if you want to identify the authenticity!" Zhao Bing pointed to several items on the table and said.

"This is the jade Buddha worshipped by the back hall!" Yuan Miao said in surprise, pulling down a piece of Buddha statue covering the cloth and revealing a foot-high.

"This is the robe of the abbot in the temple!" Yuan Miao opened a yellow silk package and said in surprise.

"This is the secret technique in the Sutra Pavilion!"

"This is the treasure book given by Emperor Taizu!"...

"Your Majesty, you're really troubled. This is a great merit. The Buddha will protect Your Majesty and the Song Dynasty!" Yuan Miao tried the things on the desk one by one, and the more he looked at them, he became more and more shocked. He could not figure out where the little emperor found them. Although he didn't laugh out loud, his face was also smiling.

"Master, in order to find these Buddhist treasures in the temple, Your Majesty not only sent people to search everywhere, but also redeem them one by one." Wang De pouted and said, he had always been dissatisfied with this royal relative and scolded and beat the little emperor at all times. At this time, of course, he had to let him know that His Majesty was for his recovery of these things.

"Haha, it should be!" Zhao Bing glared at Wang De and asked him to shut up and smiled, "In addition, I have thousands of scriptures that I have found and the things hidden in the temple, all of which are properly kept on the ship. The master can collect them in his spare time. Unfortunately, he searched every time and only found them. If he wanted to find them, please forgive me!"

"I thank Your Majesty for more than a thousand monks in the temple. I know that Your Majesty will pray for Your Majesty!" Yuan Miao was shocked when he heard this. He thought that these things had been burned down by fire or were separated from the people. However, the little emperor sent people to find so many things one by one, and the joy of losing them again was not as good as gratitude.

"Master, don't thank you. I have been protecting you for several years. I have been working hard to teach martial arts. I can't repay you!" Zhao Bing returned the courtesy, "There is another thing to discuss with the master. I made a promise that on the day I retake Quanzhou, I will rebuild the temple and reshape the golden body for the Buddha. But today's feelings are sure to see the enemy's army. It is difficult to stay here for a long time, and it is difficult to fulfill the rebuilding of the temple. If the master wants to stay and plan this matter, I can also donate funds and allocate funds to help, fearing that the enemy chief will not be compatible. If he still returns to Qiongzhou, I can also donate to build a temple for the master to practice."

"Amitabha, I..." Yuan Miao was moved after hearing this. He did not expect His Majesty's promise that day, but he also knew that he would not know when he would return to Qiongzhou. If he didn't go back, he would owe a great favor.

"Old monk, after a long time, you have not completely cut off the world. You will become greedy when you see things. It is also difficult to achieve the right result. It is better to return to the secular world and plan a plan for revival with Your Majesty and be named a king and a marquis in the future!" Ying Jieyan finally found the opportunity to 'take revenge' this time and said with a smile.

"Amitabha, thank you for reminding the donor. I know that I have not practiced enough. I will follow Your Majesty back to Qiong to practice and realize the truth, and seek the right result!" Yuan Miao said embarrassedly with a red face.

"Haha, this is the best. I can sleep peacefully even if I have a master by my side!" Zhao Bing said happily after hearing this, but he thought in his heart that this person has weaknesses in life, and if he has weaknesses, he will inevitably be taken advantage of by others. Just and honest, and do some violations of discipline and law. Now, he has been a heroic reputation for his whole life, and Yuan Miao's years of practice have been broken by himself. It seems that it is not difficult to be a good person, but the difficulty is that he cannot withstand the tragedy of villains and is dragged into the water...
Chapter completed!