The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"How many civilians want to join the church these two days?"

The bishop sat tired, and his beautiful blond hair looked a little listless. His hands twitched slightly unnaturally - he scooped too much holy water and shook his hands.

Similarly, the extremely tired registered priest staggered to his feet, and the list of believers accidentally fell to the ground, revealing the words written in the upper section and the long blank at the bottom.

"Your Highness, Dachan people are deeply influenced by other heretical religions. There are less than 100 people who have joined the church with our grace these two days..."

The difference is too big, which is too much different from the state of followers like clouds when they spread doctrines in western countries!

Looking at the children's grievances, the bishop smiled kindly.

"Nearly a hundred people have joined the church, which is the will of the God of heaven to us - why do they choose to listen to the voice of the father when they are already influenced by two local religions?"

The priests were thoughtful. A priestess in charge of distributing the holy water stood up uncertain and whispered: "Your Highness, I received a civilian who came to thank him today. He used the holy water he brought back to relieve his dying mother's pain. Although his mother returned to the embrace of the God at noon, she showed a relaxed smile before she died."

"He felt that God had relieved his mother's pain. He also hoped that his mother would return to the embrace of God and never be tortured by disease and poverty, as we preached, so he chose faith."

The bishop clapped his hands and praised happily. After blushing the priestess, he looked at everyone warmly.

"Look, this is the will of God. Our great father told us what the civilians in Dachan need and how to guide them back to the glory of the father."

"But your highness, what should we do?"

Looking at the questioner, the Bishop said softly, "it's very simple to find out what they want and show the gift of God. The officials of Daqian are far happier than the nobles of our country. They have everything, but the emperor of Daqian pays more attention to civilians."

"As long as civilians support us, as long as we can pacify his people for the great emperor, he will also support us."

After thinking about it, the bishop got up tired and stroked the priests' heads.

"Go and have a rest, my children. Keep your spirits up. Tomorrow I want you to go out of the city, go to the place where we need our help most, and use our accumulated knowledge to help those confused lambs."

The blood was boiling. After a good night's sleep, hundreds of priests put on their hard-working white robes and marched bravely to the city gate with the first ray of morning light. Then they were blocked in front of the door because it was not time to open the door.

"Whoa --"

With a big yawn, Jiang qianxia leaned out of the fragrant car as if he were awake. Under the surprised gaze of the bishop, his eyes didn't open, so he waved to the city gate guard.

"Do you know me?"

"Hey, hey, look at what you said. Who can't know you?" The city gate guard came up with a funny face and handed the hot breakfast made by his mother-in-law to the window.

"All right, all right, who can eat in the morning. Open a crack in the door and let them out so that I can go back to sleep."

"Ouch? Are these colored people their own?"

The guard of the city gate was also a general. At this time, they looked at the uneasy priests in surprise.

"It doesn't count, but I'm still optimistic about them and sell my personal feelings first."

Jiang qianxia is honest and aboveboard.

"OK! It's foggy in the morning. Go back first. We'll take care of it here."

"Well, you are busy. If you have nothing to do after changing shifts, you can go to my house to find food. Don't bother people. Go to the kitchen by yourself. You can coax the chef to do your skills. If you don't have this ability, do it yourself."

Jiang qianxia should be at will, and the city gate guards are surprised to thank him again and again. This identity is so different, but the intimate and harmonious relationship makes the priests stunned.

Through so many western countries, even if there are benevolent nobles, they only give serfs some rewards in terms of living conditions, but they will never let serfs into their own kitchens.

Perhaps this is why these city guards are willing to take risks and help her.

Before leaving, Jiang qianxia lightly looked at the grateful bishop and whispered, "it seems that you are aware. If you don't see you out of the city gate today, I won't bother to care about you. Go ahead. It's up to you whether you can take root in Daqian."

Bowing to send Jiang qianxia away, the priests became more firm and ran to the rooted soil.

"Master, the water diversion facilities near the river in the suburbs have been erected. Their technology is really mature. The sand, gravel and soil on the mountain have been well irrigated. At least the farmers are very happy and don't have to work hard to get water."

"Well, what else?" Eating grapes, Jiang qianxia listens to the boundless report.

"There are many other physical injuries that have been well taken care of and cured... The suture technique is very similar to yours, but the tools are not as sophisticated as yours, the technology is also very single, and there is redness, swelling and inflammation."

Jiang qianxia is a little helpless. The direction of medical science and technology tree points in the West and the East is really different. Because of respect for the body, traditional Chinese medicine likes to use drugs and adjust internally as much as possible, while western medicine doesn't have this concern and likes to cut it. The body is not afraid to open it casually.

He who dares to steal a corpse like this to cut it open has long been killed.

The development of surgery is not unexpected. As for redness, swelling and inflammation, it is because they are still early from the discovery of bacteria and viruses. They don't even know the basic disinfection during surgery. Of course, this will happen.

"Alas, go and tell them that when sewing the patient's wound, all tools must be boiled in boiling water, and my hands must be washed well. If someone dies in their hands because of inflammation, wait to lose his life!"

Boundless nodded and continued: "they also use simple physics to help the villagers build roads and houses, and publicize that these are the gifts of God. Compared with these tangible benefits, Buddhism and Taoism are not very good these days."

"Ha ha, how's the incense of baiyun temple recently?"

"Oh, there are few people. As long as Taoist sun is still traveling, only song Fuwen can barely hold down the priests of the Heavenly God sect."

"Alas, the doctors in Kyoto are much spoiled by the people and dignitaries. It's better to let them suffer. Anyway, they are only affected. Now let's see how Taoism and Buddhism respond."

The two were chatting in the hospital. Poison scholar and ghost one and ghost two came in smiling on the roof and squatted on the wall to greet Jiang qianxia.

"Don't wait. Old Taoist Baiyun is still calm, but the abbot of Xingshan temple can't help it. Come on, come up and have a look. It's a rare sight in a hundred years!"

Poison scholar danced and danced. Jiang qianxia was curiously carried to the roof by him and limitless. Without a telescope, he could see the dense bird clouds above Xingshan Temple shuttling in a light golden Buddha light.

"Dong -- Dong -- Dong --"

When the solemn bell rang, people couldn't help but immerse themselves. At the same time, Jiang qianxia smiled like a flower: "hahaha, Buddhism is in a hurry!"