When Tang Zhangwei settled the arrogant alliance of black-clothed wizards in Oceania, he began to work hard for the rising demand for meat among the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Although those kangaroo meat is delicious, it is not the meat that the people of the Tang Dynasty are used to after all.

In order to find better meat for the people of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Zhangwei set his sights on the South and North Poles, where icebreakers were needed.

Tang Zhangwei called Fei Xuechun here, gathered the Eastern Roman Empire, the Vikings on the Rus steppe, and the shipbuilders in various places, and let them take advantage of their background and start building icebreakers. On these icebreakers, huge propellers are installed, and icebreakers are installed.

The real fault was with his superiors, who were so lax as to let the monks mess around in the church. Philip said gently, "Why do you want to be a monk when you are tired of praying?" ”

"I am my father's fifth son."

Philip nodded. "Needless to say, he gave the abbey some land as a condition for us to accept you, right?"

It is a common thing for those who have a son to offer one to God, and to make sure that God does not refuse the gift, they also donate a fortune sufficient to support that son through the poverty of the monastery. As a result, many people who do not have a full-time job become disobedient monks.

"If you're transferred to—say, a grange, or my little monastery of St. John's in the woods, where you have a lot of outdoor work to do and very little time for worship," Philip said, "can you help you to behave appropriately in prayer?" ”

William was radiant. "Yes, brother, I think so."

"I thought so too. I'm going to see what to do. But don't be too impatient – you may have to wait until we have a new vice president and ask him to transfer you. ”

"Anyway, I thank you in advance!"

When the prayers were over, the monks began to leave the church. Philip put a finger to his lips to end the conversation. As the friars marched through the south passageway, they were joined by Philip and William and walked to the outer cloister, a square arcade adjacent to the south side of the nave. The team disbanded when it got here. Philip turned to the kitchen, but the way was blocked by the priest, and he spread his legs and put his hands on his waist, making an aggressive gesture in front of Philip. "Brother Philip," he said.

"Brother Andrew," said Philip, wondering to himself: what is wrong with him?

"What do you mean by disrupting the prayer of the great Mass?"

Philip was stunned. "Messing up prayers?" He said incredulously, "That boy is playing a prank." He-"

"I still have a way of dealing with pranks in my prayers!" Andrew raised his voice and said. The monks who were scattering stopped and stood nearby listening to the conversation.

Philip couldn't understand such a fuss. The young friar and the friar were occasionally disciplined by brothers of higher rank when praying, and there was no rule that only priests could do so. Philip said, "But you didn't see what happened—"

"Maybe I did, but I want to deal with it later."

Philip was fairly sure he didn't see anything. "So, what do you see?" He challenged.

"Don't try to interrogate me!" Andrew shouted. His red face turned purple. "You can be abbot of a small monastery in the forest, but I have been a priest here for twelve years, and I will conduct the prayers of the cathedral as I see fit—without the help of outsiders half my age!"

Philip began to think that maybe he had really done something wrong - otherwise, why would Andrew be so angry? But more importantly, such a loud noise in the cloister was not a demonstration scene for the rest of the monks, and it should have come to an end. Philip swallowed his pride, gritted his teeth, and bowed humbly. "I accept your discipline, brother, and I beg your forgiveness," he said.

Andrew had already tensed the strings and wanted to quarrel with each other, but the opponent retreated so early, which really made him unwilling. "Well, don't do that in the future." He said in a big way.

Philip was silent. Andrew still has something to say, so any more thing Philip says will only elicit another rebuttal. He stood there, looking down at the ground, biting his tongue, and Andrew stared at him for a long time. Eventually, the priest turned around and walked away with his head held high.

The other monks were still looking at Philip. He was outnumbered by Andrew, and his heart was very angry, but he had to swallow his anger, because a proud monk is not a good monk. Without saying a word to anyone, he left the cloister.

The friars' living quarters are on the south side of the square cloister, with dormitories to the southeast and reteens to the southwest. Philippe went out and walked west, through the refectory, and again to the communal area of the abbey, where he could see the guest rooms and stables. In the southwest corner of the courtyard is the kitchen courtyard, surrounded by a canteen, a kitchen, a bakery, and a sake brewery on three sides. In the courtyard, a car with tall piles of radishes was waiting to be unloaded. Philip climbed the kitchen steps and walked inside.

A smell greeted you. The air was filled with the smell of hot and thick grilled fish, as well as the noise of banging on the pot and shouting commands. The three cooks, all hot and busy, flushed, were preparing lunch with the assistance of six or seven young assistants. There were two large fireplaces in the house, one at the other, both blazing, and on each stove there were more than twenty fish, which were being roasted by sweaty boys. The smell of fish made Philip salivate. Whole carrots are boiled in a large iron pot hanging from the fire. Two young men stood next to a chopping board, slicing a yard of white bread into thick slices for consumption. Overseeing the chaos was a monk: the Milius brothers, the cooks, a man about Philip's age. He sat on a high stool, smiling calmly, and surveyed the bustling motion, as if everything was in order and perfectly managed—probably to his sophisticated eye. He smiled and said to Philip, "Thank you for the cheese." ”

"Ah, yes." Philip had forgotten about it, how much had happened since he came, "It's made from the milk that was expressed in the morning—you'll taste a little different." ”

"I'm hungry today. Look at you not happy. Did something happen? ”

"Nothing. I talked back to Andrew. Philip made a gesture of not lifting, as if to forget Andrew, "Is it okay for me to take a hot stone from your fire?" ”

"Absolutely."

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