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"Xana, you little rascal, what are you doing if you don't work hard at your post?" Aunt Ajielina asked angrily with her hands on her hips.

"Auntie, you are attacking me again, I am resting now!"

Shana didn't feel like being scolded either, she just jumped up and hugged Aunt Agelina's arms, just like a mother and daughter, the relationship is simple, whoever is nice to you will naturally get close to you, don't look at Agelina He has a loud voice and speaks fiercely, but in this factory, and even in the hotel, who hasn't been taken care of by Aunt Adelina?

"Little rascal, I really have nothing to do with you, go drink water, what are you doing here if you don't go to rest?" Aunt Ajielina patted Shana on the forehead and criticized.

"That's all right, sir. Let this child work with me for a while to see if she can endure the hardship and continue to work. If she can, it's not too late to let her stay." Aunt Adelina thought What, he twisted his cuff again and said to Sun Boyang.

"...It's not impossible, okay, Ajielina, you have to pay attention. In this way, the salary will be paid according to the normal warehouse worker's salary. If it is suitable, it will be transferred to the online." Sun Boyang nodded and said.

"Thank you, good sir."

Shanny bowed quickly, and Daisy hugged her happily to celebrate that she had also found a job, and said goodbye to Sun Boyang with Aunt Ajielina, and prepared to help Shanny get things.

"It's nice to be young." Sun Boyang sighed.

If he had been younger, he would have joined the army directly, but looking at it now, even if he had chosen to be an officer, it probably wouldn't be much better than it is now.

After all, it's better to play to your strengths.

……

Wangcheng looks extraordinarily "simple" in this midwinter season, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. The refugees gathered in Wangcheng have been taken in by the state factory, and they are led to do heavy work with extremely low salaries. The result obtained by Sun Boyang's hard work, coupled with the fact that Commander Victor wanted to save face and asked His Majesty Alexander kindly, was barely approved by the officials. As long as he survives this cold winter, everything is hopeful of.

The tall tower rang the noon bell, which was the tallest building in the entire royal city: the Holy Church.

This magnificent cathedral has stood in the royal city for countless centuries. It is the center of the entire Yongdalim religion. In the feudal dynasty, religion is an important force that cannot be ignored or ignored.

Even today, when the provisional government was established until today, this force is silently exerting its huge energy.

Carriages came slowly from the far west and stopped in front of the cathedral. One after another, old men in white robes were helped out of the carriages by their attendants, and they walked forward with old and bloated steps. On the contrary, from the east street, a long procession came on foot under the leadership of an old man. Their robes looked old, but they were very clean. In the middle of the procession, a priest slightly Raising his head and looking at the tall and magnificent holy church, he lowered his head again and made a religious gesture, and stuffed a booklet that was next to him tighter.

(ps/Steel Wire Theater: Shall I beat Yan Laoshan in the east first, or Sanma first? I feel that Yan Laosan is easy to bully? ( ーдー))

88 Holy See

The interior of the church is also full of splendor, precious religious paintings are hung in the corridor, each pillar in the corridor is carved with complex group portraits or patterns, and the multicolored glass on the top and side of the hall shines brilliantly under the lights, making The whole hall seemed dreamy and made people feel like being in a fairyland. Father March heard the voice of the choir singing, their voices were ethereal and sacred, accompanied by the sound of the pipe organ, and the huge portrait hung in front of it : For the oil painting of "The God of the Sun and the Two Gods of Moon and Light", Father March randomly found a place slightly off the beaten track and sat there. In my impression, the last time I came here was when I just graduated, oh, that was about 30 years ago.

"Praise the Lord, March, the last time we saw each other was probably more than 30 years ago."

A bald-headed middle-aged man who looked very thin walked over with a smile. He made a religious gesture and hugged March warmly and then parted. talkative.

"Isaac? Aren't you in the north? How did you get here?" March asked curiously and happily.

"Don't mention it. When I got to the border, I didn't know that there was another war, and it was a war between soldiers. It cost me a lot of travel expenses to come here." Isaac rubbed his frozen red nose and said to March Speaking of.

"Oh! March, Isaac! Why, one of you is in the south and the other in the north, have you all come?"

An old man in a red robe came over with a large group of priests, and those priests also greeted the two of them warmly. It seemed that everyone knew each other. Probably this was the Qingxiu school mentioned by March. up.

"Bishop Ulysses, it is an honor to meet you."

March and Isaac quickly stood up and saluted the bishop in front of them.

"March, why are you still paying respects to me? You are my student, and you are also the children with the highest theological attainments I have ever taught. Unfortunately, if you were willing to stay back then, you would have been a bishop in purple. Gotta be a bishop."

Bishop Ulysses is one of the six cardinals crowned after Pope Bratton. He is also a representative of the Qing Dynasty. Mixed with secular politics, he is also the principal of Wangcheng Theological Seminary, and many famous bishops are under his sect, including, of course, purists like March.

The priests, bishops, and archbishops of the Puritan sect were seated separately. Just as Father March was about to bid farewell to Bishop Ulysses and sit a little behind, the bishop stopped him and asked him to sit beside him.

"March, I received the letter you wrote that day. Why, have you found that Father Sun Boyang?" Bishop Ulysses asked Father March kindly.

"This... I probably got it mixed up..." Father March said awkwardly.

"I think you are confused too. Wang Cheng knows that there is Mr. Sun Boyang, and now he should be called the speaker. Where did Father Sun Boyang come from!"

Bishop Ulysses and other bishops laughed. Ulysses took the letter and asked other people if there was such a person. Everyone probably understood Father March’s illusion. Indeed, based on Sun Boyang’s As a human being, those who don't understand him will probably be treated like a priest.

"Chairman Sun Boyang, have you met him? If not, I can introduce you." Bishop Ulysses asked again with a pleasant face.

"I have been with him for many days. In fact, I have been here long before the establishment of the new government." Father March replied with a smile.

"Man, how is it?"

Next to him, a purple-robed bishop with a long narrow beard lightly pressed Father March's hand and asked seriously.

"Yes, how about others? Are you pretending to be like them, or..." Another bishop also approached and asked.

No wonder they are so nervous. The Qingxiu faction does not have a good position in the Holy See. Both the Kingdom and the current Pope actually hate them. The entire Holy See has not elected a Qing Dynasty for about three years since the last continental war. Revised the Pope.

With the support of a speaker, they can also make some achievements...

"That's why I came here." Father March looked left and right, and found that none of the hedonist and centrist priests had looked over, so he quietly took out the booklet.

"Scriptures?" Bishop Zipao asked suspiciously.

"No, in this way, take a look, teacher, and you will understand why I sought out that Father Sun Boyang in the first place." Father March said solemnly.

"The handwriting is very strong. It can be seen that the person who wrote it was very righteous." Bishop Ulysses nodded, picked up the booklet and read it in a low voice.

"Article [-], all peasant collectives..."

"Article [-], all peasant collectives..."

In fact, the most important dozen or so do not need to be read for a long time at all. The few bishops who could hear the core of the dozen or so were completely silent, unable to say anything. "

It was not until a long time later that a purple-clothed bishop firmly said:

"He must have been in a seminary!"

"He must be of the Qingxiu sect, and he is the kind in the countryside." Another bishop continued.

"This is what Mr. Sun Boyang wrote." Father March added.

There was another silence, and Cardinal Ulysses and the other bishops looked at each other with excitement shining in their eyes.

"He is a parishioner, right? He must have been baptized?" Bishop Ulysses asked a bishop.

"All the children who have been baptized here in Wangcheng are recorded, and I will have someone find them soon." The bishop nodded.

"It's a good thing, March, do you know what it means?" Bishop Ulysses stretched out his hand excitedly and said.

"I don't know about those good things, sir, but it's important for you to know that the South is already at war," replied Father March.

"Wars in the south are very bad. Alas, I hope the Lord God will forgive those poor people. March, do you know what it means to have a government official with the same attitude as us?" Bishop Ulysses still seemed very excited .

"I really hope to meet him. Now there are more and more hedonist bishops in the Holy See. In this period, it is really important to meet him."

"If you want to say that, there is a chance." Father March replied after a moment.

"what chance?"

"The South is at war."

"?"

"Most of the peasant collectives are in the south. Mr. Sun Boyang's guerrillas need assistance and local support."

"It cannot be said. Since the fight is for the hardworking people, no priest should sit idly by. This way, this is good. Bishop Krasnov in the southern region is my good friend. Although he is a centrist, there must be him. His call will definitely help the army a lot," Bishop Ulysses said after thinking for a moment.

"But..." Father March seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it again.

"March, do you have any doubts?" Bishop Ulysses asked.

"No more." Father March sighed. He felt bad when he heard the centrists. He probably thought that the teacher just wanted to protect the peasants, but he didn't expect that Mr. Sun Boyang wanted to expand the collective. Expanding the collective would definitely deprive the interests of the landlords. At that time, it was hard to say whether the centrist bishop would still support it.

"So, in a few days, I will organize a donation, and I will meet Mr. Sun Boyang in this name. March, what do you think?"

"Okay, I'll talk to Mr. Sun Boyang, but I'm going back to the south to join the guerrilla army soon, and you probably won't see me."

"You want to join the army and become a chaplain?" Bishop Ulysses asked with a frown.

"No, I want to go back as an individual, that is, as the leader of this peasant collective. At that time, it may be very dangerous. Teacher, you probably won't be able to contact me. You have to pay attention to your health." Ma Father Qi sighed.

"It's all the same, it's all the same, you pay attention to your own safety, if you are captured, just say you are my student, no matter who the other party is, you will definitely give me face." Bishop Ulysses said again .

Father March put away the booklet slowly. He regretted it a bit. He shouldn't have taken out the booklet so early. He thought that the teacher, as a great theologian, could understand something more or less. I understand it on paper, but it seems that the teacher only understands the literal meaning of the first level.

In the political game, one must make choices based on the actual situation, and also know how to advance and retreat. Bishop Ulysses has become an old fritter in years of political struggle. All kinds of blows, in this chaotic holy see, sitting firmly in the cardinal's seat to fight, years of struggle gradually wiped out his enthusiasm, so that his first thought after reading this booklet was that Sun Boyang had the same opinion , with the same thinking, he can use Sun Boyang to expand his influence and help each other, but he forgot how anyone who responded with this kind of thinking could fight for a few villages, he was for a broader future, for A brighter tomorrow.

Father March began to worry about the fate of the guerrillas. On the one hand, they would be helped by the priests, but once they got to the back, what should they do?

……

As soon as the rooster crowed, the sky turned white, and in a blink of an eye, the hard winter finally ended, the trees began to sprout again, and the river began to thaw. Marshal Oleg finally adjusted the three legions and formed a larger combined legion to head west. The area is advancing, and the royal city has gradually changed in the past two months. The decrees of the interim government have become more urgent, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the war is imminent. There are more and more factories, and the figure of Leszek is beginning to grow. They move forward cautiously and boldly in various factories, but all this is not what Miguchi is worried about. He is now riding a steed Looking at the distant countryside, there is his hometown.

The first half of the second volume: The Tempest is officially over, and the second half of the second volume: The Thief of the Country will follow.

8/9 South

Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers.

——Napoleon

It is now March [-], [-] in the mainland calendar, and the weather is fine.

Who says life is always dark?Bieber excitedly took out the ripe potatoes from the ground. He carefully patted the soil on the potatoes, and carefully piled them aside. These are the hopes for the future, and they are also their future hopes. He raised his head and straightened up. Looking forward, there are endless fields, men and women are harvesting in the fields. After the cold winter, the Sun God will not treat the hardworking people badly. He spreads the warm light and brings the people on the earth a good harvest.

"Dad! What's going on with you?!" Bieber yelled at his father.

"It's almost there! Clean it up and let everyone prepare for dinner!" Dad also straightened up, wiped his face with a towel hanging on his shoulders and replied with a smile.

"Bieber! Eat!"

The wife and Bieber's younger sister walked over carrying the basket. Bieber and his father looked at each other and immediately tidied up and were about to walk over. The uncle over there quickly got up, waved at them and ran over.

"Hey! Brother Bieber, let's go and have a group meal!"

"Oh, that's not okay, buddy, we also have land at home, so we can eat from the public house?" Bieber's father insisted on refusal.

"What are you talking about! Who doesn't know that your family's one-acre three-cent land is barely hungry. You only go to work at home after working all day for the group, and you go shopping for the group after you finish working at home. If you If you don’t eat the food here, who can eat it?!”

"That's right, I said sister, you persuade him and his father to come and eat, eat quickly, it's not a delicacy, why refuse?"

The aunt next to him also got up to pull them, and the others saw that the two men were going to sneak home again, so they quickly stopped them and carried them into the house. Seeing her husband's embarrassment, Bieber's wife couldn't bear it. I couldn't help laughing out loud, and walked over together.

The stove room dedicated to everyone’s meals has long been steaming. The firewood was collected by the children. Those lovely children looked at the hands of the cooking uncle and saw the uncle taking the firewood to cook. They quickly said that it was picked up by themselves. Yes, these children are treasures that cannot be exchanged for gold or silver.

"It's dinner time!"

The children jumped and ran back to the big table, waiting for the aunts or aunts to help the uncle cook the meal. Bieber's wife also took out the pickles she brought, and pushed them to the middle of the table for everyone to share. Simple farmers They talked and laughed around the table to eat, the better the days, the more smiles on people's faces, who wouldn't want to see such a smile?

"Bieber, how do we count this year's potatoes?" A skinny man with a long beard asked.

"Well, Father March has already done the calculations before he left. According to the regulations, keep enough for the emperor devils to prevent them from causing trouble, and then keep enough to eat before the next wheat harvest, and then sell some to pickle us out. I sold some of my cucumbers and exchanged the money to buy some necessary things, such as salt, flint, and some farm tools. I thought so. When Father March came back from the guerrilla army, he would buy two literacy books from the city for Kids learn and learn."

Bieber slowly told everyone.

"The guerrillas also need to prepare." An old woman said as she put down her bowl.

"I think that if the guerrilla army came to fight that day, they would be hungry and tired after fighting. They should prepare some dry food for them, so as not to say that we are rude."

"This is indispensable. People are fighting for us, so we have to prepare for it."

The people at the table began to discuss in a random manner again. Now they don’t have to worry about eating and drinking, and they can exchange money for doing some work in the city. Life is better than before, and everyone’s minds are also active. Keep this kind of life and not be taken away by others.

"That bastard Dumbney, ever since he knew that the guerrillas were coming, he has become less and less daring to speak. Now he has to behave in the village with his tail between his legs, and he has to be guarded by his servants to go to the street." An uncle said with a smile.

"Bieber, when do you think the guerrillas will be able to fight over?" A burly man raised his head and asked while holding his rice.

"I don't know about this matter. After all, I have to be careful when I go to the city, so as not to leak the wind, but I guess, it should be here soon. I heard that the guerrillas came around from the southeast to avoid the army of the emperor. I am active in the back, and not long ago I fought an ambush with an army of the imperial devils, it is estimated that no soldiers of the imperial devils will come in a short time, and the guerrilla troops should come soon."

"Come early, get rid of that Dumbney. I don't know how many people have been harmed. This kind of person should go to hell." The man said with a cold snort.

The guerrilla army started broadcasting from the central province, bypassing several southern cities and came directly from the southeast to the rear of the southern region. There are few noble rebels here, and their control is relatively weak. They have not yet negotiated with the landlords. , They are still wholeheartedly attacking the city and fighting against the Fafnir Legion. It is very difficult to separate soldiers to reinforce this kind of countryside.

The countryside became the target of key breakthroughs. After the guerrilla troops arrived in this area, they quickly cleared out several small nobles, or the landlord gangs who had already taken refuge in the nobles, and established the first reliable guerrilla area. Other small nobles who felt fear The private army that they improvised is very embarrassing to use. They are good at oppressing the common people. It is a bad thing to encounter such a regular army. The regular guerrilla army uses tactics and terrain, and with the help of people in the peasant collective, the private army It will collapse at the first touch, and now, those people can only hide in their own fortress and fear.

It's not that the noble army has never thought about clearing up this annoying guerrilla army, but if there are too few, it will inevitably lead to the fate of being attracted by the guerrilla army and then scattered and surrounded. If there are a large number of troops, it doesn't talk about the safety of the area controlled by the nobles, nor the government. Will the army take the opportunity to attack this army? The southern region is actually very broad. If such a guerrilla army of more than 700 people just arrived and hides in a mountain range, it will be difficult for them to respond. They may appear again after staying for a long time. The danger of being attacked by the opportunity and changing the situation, so the noble army has not sent out a large force to attack this guerrilla force, but just stick to the contact area to prevent the guerrilla force from being unimpeded.

Most of the peasant collectives are still located in guerrilla areas or areas controlled by nobles. Because they have lost contact with the central province and are in such a dangerous place, the leaders of the peasant collectives and the special liaison officers of the guerrilla forces have decided to temporarily hide In the name of the peasant collective, working in the form of the superficially responsible person being the owner of the farmland, although this kind of working method is rough and may be discovered, it is indeed a more appropriate method. They cannot take risks and go to Just jump out and head-on, right?

Landlords and aristocrats in guerrilla areas generally behave with their tails between their legs, and dare not dismantle this situation. This is not the case in areas controlled by the aristocrats. The situation there is even more severe. Separation to work alone, this kind of end is often turned into the land of the landlord again under the joint attack of the local tyrants and evil gentry and the officials who have taken refuge in the nobility, or some are not given special attention, but they are also heavily taxed, and they can barely eat. Heavy taxes, but there is nothing to do about it, the guerrilla forces are still weak and cannot affect that side.

The main goal of the noble army is still to fight against the legion and the official army. For the time being, there is no plan to take care of the area that is not much in general. This is also an opportunity for the guerrilla army. Using this limited time, they must expand their troops as much as possible , to consolidate the region.

"I heard that the villages going north are not doing very well. The collectives there are heavily taxed, or simply extorted by the landlords. It really makes people feel resentful." An old man smoking a pipe Speaking of.

"It will be all right. Tomorrow, I will go to Tangdena Village to contact and see what's going on. I heard that the guerrillas are planning to expand their numbers. I plan to sign up and go to fight with the guerrillas." Bo said happily.

"Brother! I want to be a guerrilla too!" Bieber's younger brother ran over and said after hearing this.

"You're still young! The most urgent thing now is to collect firewood." Bieber said while stroking his brother's head with a smile.