At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

In particular, the Pope of this era has not yet had such a high status as later generations. All priests and dioceses are relatively independent, so various sayings and monasteries have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

In this case, the discussion meeting is basically the prototype of various religious orders in later generations.

Each order will put forward a variety of ideas, and finally put them into practice. For example, the Cluniac Order triggered the Cluniac Reformation of later generations. In this reform, the pope’s dominant position began to appear—because the Cluniac Order proposed that monasteries and churches should be autonomous, only obey the orders of the Pope, and no longer be governed by secular lords.

In this era, it is often a priest with seven or eight apprentices, and these apprentices are monks, and the relationship between them is also very close.

For example, Charlemagne’s Tuogu Minister and Foreign Minister Ann Gilbert, who was also the bishop of the later Italian King Pepin. When Pepin entered Italy as king, it was Ann Gilbert who accompanied him to deal with political affairs.

So why can Angelbert do this?Because he was Alcuin's apprentice monk when he was young.

The relationship between the attendant monk and the teacher is so close, it can even be said to be a relationship of patronage and personal attachment.

Then of course Felix followed Zhenhui, and Felix himself was very interested in what Zhenhui vaguely revealed in the seminar, so he came to Hamburg with him.

In fact, if Zhenhui establishes a monastery in Hamburg, if he follows him, he may be promoted to be the deacon or even the dean, which is also a good prospect. There are about a dozen people who are willing to follow him to Hamburg.

According to Zhenhui's notice yesterday, all attendant monks need to go to Zhenhui's courtyard to discuss the matter of building a monastery.

It was not far from Felix to Zhenhui's small courtyard. After walking for a while, the cross hanging under the eaves came into view, and several of Felix's classmates also appeared on the way when they came.

Several people greeted each other and entered Zhenhui's temporary monastery together.

The small courtyard is not big, but it is more than enough to accommodate a dozen people. Felix and several familiar monks stood in the small courtyard, while Feng Sen and Zhenhui were kneeling in front of the cross, praying devoutly.

Soon, the two finished praying, and Feng Sen was helped to a wheelchair and pushed to a round table: "Everyone, please sit down, everyone is equal before the Father."

"Thank you, Lord Lord." The attendant monks cautiously found their seats and sat down.

"Everyone, I invite you to come here because of the will of the heavenly father to do some small work." Feng Sen straightened his back and said with his head held high.

"Everyone knows that Elder Kelvin and I are from the Great Tang Dynasty in Seris thousands of miles away. We are believers of the Heavenly Father over there. We came here with the joy of being closer to the Heavenly Father, but Now, we are all disappointed." Feng Sen let out a long sigh.

Under the suspicious eyes of the attendants, Feng Sen nodded to Zhenhui.

Zhenhui also sighed: "My fellow believers, I am also very disappointed with the church here.

When I was in Seris, the priests in the church were all poor and happy, serving the Father wholeheartedly, simple and frugal, because we believed in a truth—that is, priests, as the shepherds of believers, should be the most pious and live the most holy life. However, I saw a different experience here.

The priests were as cunning as snakes and foxes, defrauding merchants of their money, and as vicious as wolfhounds, emptying the pockets of farmers. They collected a lot of money and used it in a corrupt and extravagant life.

In traveling through Friesland and Saxony, and in the letters of other priests, I learned countless cases of this:

The monks do not work themselves, but need to deprive the tenants who cultivate and lease the land, and use their income to meet their own needs. They do not preach, do not listen to confessions, do not perform communion ceremonies, and do not exercise any religious authority. They are laymen.

The difference between them and ordinary people is that one has shaved hair and the other has no shaved hair..."

Felix felt a heavy hammer hit his forehead, yes, that's it, Father Kelvin was so right.

Felix was born in one of the core areas of the Frankish kingdom, the Rhine region, where the priests were like vicious little officials, depriving tenants of their rations, beating people with long whips and sticks, and even wantonly annexing the land of freedmen by taking charge of rural justice.

This is how the Felix family was driven out of their hometown. Along the way, of the five members of the Felix family, only he and his younger brother died. Even that younger brother died of the plague a few years ago.

Felix, who devoutly believed in the Heavenly Father, didn't understand, he didn't understand why, why the believers of the Heavenly Father who were supposed to be kind were so insidious, and the believers of the Heavenly Father who were supposed to be pure were so greedy?

But now he understands—there are traitors around Heavenly Father!

Felix's mind once again had the same sudden enlightenment as before, everything in front of him seemed to be dusted off, so clear.

"I feel sad because of this, so I was thinking that if one day I can build a monastery by myself, then I must build a monastery that is closest to the Father in my mind, and even in the future, those who have corrupted the Father The priests of wealth are excommunicated, this is my dream.

My apprentices, are you willing to support my dream? "

"Yes!" Felix yelled with an unprecedented frenzy, standing up abruptly.

"Yes!" Most of the young attendant monks were inexperienced and easy to be led. Zhenhui drew two big cakes at random, and they started screaming.

"Don't get excited, a sage in Seris once said: To walk a thousand miles, you must start with the first step. We can't reform at the beginning, because those corrupt monks are too powerful, and we have to hide ourselves.

So how about I suggest we just form a hermitage?This monastery only implements our precepts and ideas in the monastery, and then slowly promotes them to other places. "

"it is good!"

"I agree."

"I belong to porcelain."

At this time, some hesitant monks also changed their positions. After all, the door is closed, and even if there is something wrong, it will not affect the future.

"Well, as a believer of Heavenly Father, I am also very upset about the corruption of the church. Not only did they do nothing to free slaves, they were deceived by the nobles, and they were so corrupt. When Elder Kelvin told me all this, I couldn't believe it and was very angry.

I am not a priest, but I am also willing to do my best to join your monastery, as a secular representative, to help you!Including money books land and manpower! "

"Thank you for your generosity." Led by several attendant monks, they all saluted Feng Sen and thanked him.

"This is what you should do as a believer in Heavenly Father." Feng Sen smiled and drew a cross on his chest, "Our Priory is not mandatory to join, I will give you three days to consider, if any of you are unwilling, I will send you to Bremen, it doesn't matter.

The ones left after three days will be the brothers of our monastery. At that time, I will tell you the purpose and precepts of our monastery. "

The few attendant monks hiding behind looked at each other without speaking.

Felix asked loudly: "Then what is the name of our monastery?"

"Our claim is that the Sun Salutation Sutra is the only supreme authority, and only the Heavenly Father is the interpreter and defender of traditional authority, so—" Feng Sen showed a strange smile on his face, "Let's call it the Priory of Heavenly Father."

Chapter 82 Registered Bannermen

The black clouds swirled the gray mist, forming a cloud wave like an upside-down mountain in the sky, and the wind with a muddy smell also brought a bit of coolness that is rarely seen in early summer.

On the cross road leading from Zhongyongfang to the farm, Feng Sen, who has basically untied most of the bandages, sat comfortably in a wheelchair and was pushed forward slowly by Arvo.

Beside him, Ador held the handle of Feng Sen's wheelchair, and happily shared with Feng Sen the story of going fishing with Sister Gisela and some friends yesterday.

Looking at Ador bouncing around, Feng Sen was a little skeptical. Did she come to Hamburg to see him, or did she just play truant from school.

This was the second day after Ador came to Hamburg. Feng Sen had just had a meeting with the attendant monks in the morning, announcing the establishment of the Heavenly Father Association, and in the afternoon he organized them to register as bannermen.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Feng Sen looked to both sides. In the wheat field, several old cows were mooing and dragging a heavy new-style Siris plow. Due to the lack of iron, Feng Sen could not use all the output of the Void Workshop to produce plowshares. He could only use this kind of imitation curved shaft plow made of bones and hardwood.

The ten or so Quyuan plows were also used, but they were used to open up new land for the military-managed farm, and they were managed by a few old farmers, which was more efficient.

On the endless fields, several farmers drove their carriages and pinched their noses to a depression, where Feng Sen fermented manure.

They swept away the horse manure on the top and sides of the dung pile, and then dumped the organic manure on the carriage with wooden barrels, and transported it to the wasteland.

The horse manure is piled up on the manure pile, and its main function is to heat and keep warm. Since the manure is accumulated in autumn, the temperature in winter is too low, and the fermentation effect may not be good. However, the temperature of horse manure fermentation is high and can be used for heat preservation.

Don’t waste the decomposed and fermented horse manure. Since most of the land in Western Europe is wet clay soil, burning horse manure and straw together and spreading it into the land can effectively improve the soil quality.

Since September last year, except for the delay in spring plowing and the coldest half month, Feng Sen's land reclamation activities have not stopped during the rest of the time.

The agricultural land in Hamburg is divided into three parts. The first piece is located on the south bank of the Alster River, which is the field of freedmen, with an area of ​​about [-] acres; the second piece is located on the north bank of the Alster River, which is Feng Sen’s own estate, with an area of ​​about [-] acres;

After more than half a year of uninterrupted land reclamation and the death of more than 300 slaves and prisoners of war from exhaustion and disease, Feng Sen finally opened up these [-] mu of land and planted wheat and peas.

Among the three pieces of land, the arable land on the north bank was planted according to Feng Sen's ridge cultivation method, and a large amount of farm manure was sprinkled.

If the output of the field can reach one to five in the coming year, the 70 mu of land that Feng Sen controls will be more than [-] catties of wheat.

After the autumn harvest, Feng Sen could collect taxes. In addition to wheat, the free folk also planted barley and rye with higher yields in winter.

However, based on their level, it is estimated that there is 20 catties of big wheat added together. For this part of the grain, Feng Sen is not going to collect too much, and it will be an eleventh.

A large part of the staple food of the Franks came from raised animals and their outputs, such as milk and eggs, and their main meat was pork.

Due to the large forest area in Germany at this time, there are many acorn trees, and pig food is everywhere, pig raising is indeed quite simple at this time. Every household raises one or two big fat pigs, three or four sheep, and many chickens, ducks and geese (free people only).

Feng Sen himself is the largest professional farmer, with a total of nearly 800 pigs, 1000 sheep, more than [-] cows, more than [-] horses, and chickens, ducks and geese are beyond count.

For this group of animals, in Feng Sen's future plan, a large three-field rotation will be carried out. For example, if there is [-] mu of land, [-] mu of it will be planted, and the other [-] mu will be planted with pasture such as alfalfa, and then rotate every year.

In any case, these fields will undergo intensive large-scale farm production. As far as Feng Sen knows, there are still several famines and rebellions behind the Frankish Kingdom, and some tenants come to farm.

Feng Sen also found some achievements in the task tree that can transport people from the mainland, but there is no one, and there is this group of farming Saiyans.

Soon, Feng Sen, pushed by Arvo, arrived at an open flat land. On the flat land, three or five small straw huts were built, which were used by the overseers to shade and rest on weekdays, but now, the place has been occupied by two attendant monks.

Under the thatched hut, the attendant monks sat behind a small table with quills and novelty white paper (produced by Mars Workshop), watching hundreds and thousands of households push their family members to the table one by one, announcing their names, occupations and ages aloud.

A middle-aged man with a large brain was standing in front of the grass shed, standing dumbly.

"what name?"

"My name, my name... I, I forgot."

"Can you forget your own name!?"

"His name is Nicholas." Baihu next to him quickly added.

"Another Nikolai, what occupation?"

"Nong, farmer."

"Which village?"

"Kage Village."

"How old are you?"

"do not know."

"What's your name, Baihu?"

"Forget, forget."

The hundred households standing next to Nicholas immediately said: "My name is Zhao Si. I have meritorious service in the Battle of Hamburg. The lord gave me a Chinese surname. I am the fourth eldest, so I am called Zhao Si."

"Why are there so many Nicholas in your Keqi village?"

"Their father's name is Nicholas."

"Then how do they tell the difference?"

"With a nickname."

The attendant monk picked up his pen and asked angrily, "What's your nickname?"

"Pig booger."

Asked a few more words, raised the quill, and the attendant monk carefully wrote down on the white paper drawn as a form: "Nikola Zhao Si pig booger, Kaiqi Village, ten households Mod, hundred households Zhao Si , 37, a farmer, three members of the family, believe in paganism, and coat."

After checking that there were no mistakes, the attendant monk quickly said to Nicholas: "God of the Heavenly Father bless you."

After finishing speaking, he poked his head out and shouted to the crowd behind: "Next!"

A short Saxon was dragged by Zhao Si to the table.

"What's your name?"

"Nicolas."

"My heavenly father..."

Seeing this group of attendant monks who were about to collapse, Feng Sen couldn't help laughing. They brought down Bremen. Apart from the spoils they looted, this group of attendant monks was the most valuable spoils.

Where can I find so many small officials who can write, calculate, and have experience in dealing with ignorant villagers?

"Feng, let me push you!" Ador grinned and held onto the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Can you push?"

"Let me try it, please." While speaking, Ador wanted to reach out to grab the handle on the backrest, but his delicate little hand touched a rough big hand.

Arvo squinted at Ador, holding the grip firmly, his eyes revealing a trace of murderous intent.

And Ador stared back without showing any weakness, but she was a child after all, and she couldn't compete with Arvo, who was born with strange strength, so her face turned red.

"Jie Shuai!"

The rushing sound of horseshoes accompanied by the cry of someone coming interrupted the rivalry between the two princesses. They turned their heads to look at the same time, but it was a scout in a hurry.

Chapter 83 Princess Connection

Feng Sen's general's mansion.

Sitting in front of the kang, Kang Dezhen placed three fingers on Lyudmila's wrist, and carefully examined the unconscious Lyudmila's pulse. Soon, Kang Dezhen breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand.

"How's it going?" Feng Sen, who had returned to the General's Mansion, stood up from his wheelchair and asked, leaning against the pillar next to him.

"It's nothing serious." Kang Dezhen tucked the quilt up for Lyudmila, "The javelin head and bone fragments were taken out, the wound was also sewn up with gut, and the golden wound medicine was applied. After she was injured, she rode a horse again. Bumpy, too much blood loss, usually need to replenish more blood."

"Then why hasn't she woke up yet? Lyudmila will be fine, Sister Kang." Ador stood beside the bed with a worried face, rubbing a corner of the quilt gently with his hands.

"Don't worry, little girl." Kang Dezhen rubbed Ador's little head, "It will be fine, she was frightened, I made some soothing medicine soup for her to drink, and she should be able to wake up tomorrow."