Listening to the words of the Little Banner Army, Francis Bacon felt that the books of the past ten years had probably been read in vain.

Of course, he was only logical and inconsistent, but his mind was quickly searching for all the conclusions that could eliminate the contradictions, and although he had not yet found it, he should soon be able to find a way to convince the Ming army.

Far from the point where you need to convince yourself.

One of the sorrows of man may be to work hard for something hopeless, as Bacon now hopes that he can convince a Ming soldier to gain trust and get more information about the Ming army and the Ming Empire.

But this path was wrong from the beginning, in fact, if he tried to become friends with this Ming army, maybe the news he wanted could be set out, but he wanted to establish a common faith?

Do you know why the little book he is carrying in his arms is called "Guide to Preventing Death"?

Chapter 2 of the new military regulations of the Oriental Military Government applies to Article 74 of the decree that the Ming army is allowed to worship gods, but it is not allowed to believe in religion before death.

Who's going to joke about their lives? Especially if the Siyang Banner Army is so well fed, the military salary is so thick, and there is a reward for this, as long as they pass the assessment of Beiyang recruitment, they will immediately become an upper-middle-income group in the Ming Empire if they practice seriously.

After going abroad for five years, those who are willing to renew the contract continue to renew the contract, and those who are unwilling to renew the contract go back to the imperial court for distribution, not to mention anything else, as far as the training officers of Beiyang and Nanyang, the research and teaching of the martial arts hall in the north and south, the most second, which guard in the world does not lack a martial arts head who is skilled in business and rich in war?

Even if you don't want to engage in military affairs anymore, if you can save a hundred taels of silver in five years, if you take 10,000 steps back, how much can you save a hundred taels of Beiyang Banner Army? Not to mention fighting, if you get the first place in any subject exam, you will have thirty taels in the next few months, and this is still infantry.

The only bad thing is that it's a high-risk profession, but they haven't lost - they can't find a reason to die!

Looking for a full shot?

"I said you, you also extinguished this heart as soon as possible, in the new continent, your master is not spiritual, go, it's time for us to go in."

The banner army drew a long dagger and was about to pull Bacon to the Daojun Temple, which frightened Xiao Fu: "I don't worship, I don't worship, I can't worship your gods, this is paganism!" ”

"Look at your rare and strange appearance, do you like to worship or not, who is rare, let you go inside to eat something, I want to worship!"

Xiao Qijun glanced at it with great contempt, and stretched out his hand again to pull Francis Bacon towards the Daojun Temple, and on the way Bacon asked in a panic: "What are you bringing me here for, didn't you say yesterday that you would go to see the pottery today?" ”

"Look at the fart pottery, didn't you see me getting into a fight because you made a small wooden brand? Said that I was not strict in discipline and fined half a month's military salary, do you know how much my half-monthly military salary is, huh? Three thousand Tongbao! I can't get you and your lazy friend in exchange for all your belongings. ”

"If I was fined so much money, can't you pay for it? Besides, I haven't heard others practice shooting every day, I don't have time to play with the two of you, we have always performed well, and we have won the first-class merit in fighting with the Westerners, and this competition has won the ranking, and it is not far from being raised to be a small flag! ”

Xiao Qijun said and snorted: "I'll come to worship Daojun, let Daojun change me an errand, and let you eat something by the way, so that Grandpa Daojun can also find you a job, don't be like your friend, eat and drink in the military mansion if you don't want to make progress all day long, and you won't panic!" ”

Let Daojun give him another errand?

Let Daojun find a job?

"No, I have a job, I'm the envoy attaché of England to the Ming Empire, and that's my job!"

"What bullshit work, you are the envoy attaché, what about you messengers? Even the envoy didn't ask for any attaché, so let's make a face - don't make noise in the Daojun Temple, stand here and wait. ”

Bacon was pulled into the main hall of the Daojun Temple, it looked like the temple was brand new, as if it had only been renovated some time ago, the extremely high hall beams were scattered and hung with bright lanterns, the hall was shrouded in smoke and flames, and a gust of wind blew through the hall, revealing a huge statue in the middle of the smoke - Bacon felt a little familiar.

But for a while, he didn't remember that this idol was more similar to anyone he had seen, or that this statue was a little similar to every Ming Dynasty person he had ever seen, but with a deeper majesty.

On the walls to the left and right of the statue are neatly hung all kinds of letters, under which there are four bannermen in armor on the left and right.

Before the statues, there were huge sacrificial tables, filled with all sorts of things, including whole grains, fruits and vegetables, cooked meat and steaming cornmeal, clay pots filled with juice, goat's milk or warm porridge, freshly folded clothes, cloth brocade that looked extraordinarily precious, bright swords and armor, and well-made bows and arrows.

There are even two infant children.

Bacon saw someone respectfully placing food on the sacrificial table, bowing his head in prayer and bowing down, while others first prayed respectfully and then slowly picked up the food from the sacrificial table and ate it, with very light and elegant movements.

Another woman gently picked up the baby who was still in swaddling clothes and cried loudly, approached the idol and bowed her head to say a few words that she didn't know, and took the child away.

In the whole temple, Bacon did not see a single priest or priest or anything like that, only the followers of these unknown gods.

Against this background, he saw the bannerman who had been assigned to guard him come forward with a long dagger, pray a few words to the idol, and pick up the hot yellow pasta and hand it to him: "Cornmeal turkey buns, eat it and you will have a job." ”

"Why, this, these sacrifices can be eaten as much as you like?" The hot pasta was very appetizing, and although Bacon didn't know what the so-called 'bun' was, he involuntarily took it in his hand and asked, "I saw someone taking the child and these sacrifices, what is the matter, didn't they give it to the gods?" ”

"It's just you Iberian patients who are so ignorant, the gods are the gods, if they don't work, they are not gods, can the gods eat buns? You can. ”

"My commander said that Changsheng needs such a place, so that desperate people can come and have a full meal, at first it was just that the commander took some grain from the tax and put it in this soup kitchen, and then there were more poor people, so the merchants came to recruit workers, and those who had no livelihood could not only eat a full meal, but also get a job that could make money, and before we came, the local people had no money to work."

"So people agree that if you can't get by, you come here to eat, you eat, people know that you need to work, Changsheng has countless jobs and other people to do, people who get help have a good life, pay the wages and be grateful, buy a few buns, steamed buns, do business to recruit workers, put a few sets of clothes and a few cotton cloths, and now there is no need to do anything else."

"That's what I'm saying, we're not like you, your ancestors were born guilty when they made mistakes. Our ancestors made up the sky and reclaimed the sea in order to help more people, you know, the sky was made up by my ancestors, otherwise you would have died a long time ago. ”

Qijun said and raised his hand to the dragon and tiger Daojun statue and hugged his fist slightly, and said: "People worship Daojun not because Daojun is a god, they are desperate and want to eat a full meal and live a good life, here these thoughts are all spiritual, and this is Daojun's home, so I am grateful to Daojun, and the incense is vigorous." ”

"If the gods can't make people's lives better, then what kind of god is it, our handsome man is the first to fire a cannon and collapse the temple."

"As for the child you mentioned, that's another story, the Spanish man-made sin, come here, don't get in the way of others."

The flag army pulled Bacon, who was sending buns to his mouth, and stood at the door of the palace, and said: "Before we came, the Westerners were rampant here, and the local natives raised children in some places by the whole village, and grew up eating hundreds of family meals, but later the hundred family meals could not afford to raise children, because the Westerners have been conscripted to go to the mines, and the people have not returned, and the men are all in the mines, where can the women and children survive." ”

"After the arrival of the Heavenly Army, the local people had their own money, grain and land, and those who did not want to farm also had jobs, but it also ruined the custom of raising children together in their villages, they all moved to live near the factory, they did not know each other, and some people could not afford to raise children, so they would be sent to Daojun Temple."

"People who live better will come and take their children away and raise them, if there is no one to raise them, they will be raised by the Taoist monarch, we have a nursing home, widows and lonely people, all of them are raised."

As he spoke, Qi Jun raised his hand and pointed to the outside of the hall and said, "Look, I told you about Dao Junling, the job has come to you, and it looks like a lumberjack." ”

When speaking, the banner army turned his head to the banner army standing in the side of the hall and whispered a cigarette, because of the printing of money, Changsheng's paper industry is very prosperous, and the strong man of the Ming Dynasty wearing Tuanmu Jinghai-style work clothes in the distance is smiling and walking over, and said while walking: "Fresh, Yiren is also looking for a job?" ”

"No, you're not right!" Francis Bacon, who was almost choking on eating buns, suddenly turned his head to Qijun in surprise and said: "What you said is not right, your Dao Monarch is not spiritual, you did not get what you wanted, even if you will get it in the future, it will be like my lord, and my lord will let the flood be monstrous in the future." ”

After that, Bacon looked at the banner army with a victorious look, but the young little flag army only looked at him with the eyes of a fool, turned his head and borrowed a fire from the oil lamp at the entrance of the Daojun Temple, and was choked on the smoke and coughed while saying, "Stupid, are you?" ”

"Your lazy friend is my brother's job, mine is only responsible for taking care of you, now that I don't have your burden, I will naturally be transferred back to the army to train and participate in the competition, work hard for you!"

The young Xiaoqijun greeted the robe who was guarding the temple, patted Bacon on the shoulder, walked towards the foreman of the timber yard, and said: "Ying Ming, a cavalryman such as the horse army and other cavalry in the second phase of the Beiyang Dynasty, sent a few people to watch him, this person owes me three thousand Tongbao, just give him half of his salary, and give me the other half, I will go to see him every day after training." ”

"By the way, tell your co-workers that this person has Iberian disease, be careful, don't be infected by him."