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Chapter 1446 Panda Eyes

In the prayer hall of the monastery, the candles flickered dimly, illuminating Wei Jinzhong who was leaning on a chair and rubbing the panda's eyes.

He was a playful fellow, and in fact if he had been born in Elizabethan London, he would probably have lived like these unemployed hooligans in Lower London.

He likes all the things that the local natives like to play.

He is a good player in cockfighting, he has his own way of matching chickens, and he wins nine out of ten bets; dog fighting and bear fighting are even more novel, and he can't move his legs when he walks past the opening.

He also likes to watch things like sword fights, but Wei Jinzhong is very clear about how much he weighs. Watching other people carry five or six people out of the sword fighting field in a day is enough, and he never dares to stop playing.

Boxing is different, it is much less dangerous, not to mention Wei Jinzhong is also confident when it comes to unarmed combat.

At first, I watched other people's games for two or three days, and when I knew how to play, I got itchy and ended up playing a few times.

Boxing matches these days are more like sumo wrestling since the Tang Dynasty. It's nothing more than the rule changing from throwing off the stage to fighting until you can't fight back.

No armor, no hands, no rules.

Wei Jinzhong is a good fighter, and he has a racial advantage over London boxers. He is neither handsome nor ugly, but his body can be called magnificent in Ming Dynasty. The tricks learned by the Mongols.

This kind of skill is nothing in places like Italy, where the game has a long history, but England, which has risen in boxing, can be said to be invincible.

In the afternoon of this day, Wei Jinzhong was idle and bored, so he got off the boxing ring, smashed his opponent to the ground, and then retaliated with an old punch, and easily won the victory.

The veterans of the Western Kingdom, who originally intended to end the ring, were left to applaud and applaud. In fact, the Spaniards ruled the boxing ring, but they were not willing to fight against the Ming people.

If you can't fight, you will be beaten, and if you turn around after you fight, you will suffer a loss. Anyway, you can just bet on the Ming army to win, and you can also make money.

However, Wei Jinzhong was not the only one who liked boxing in the Ming army. A common household of the Qi surname in the Dongyang army saw his hands itchy, greeted Wei Jinzhong with a smile, and then turned over and punched him twice.

One punch made his eyes stare, followed by an elbow... Anyway, in Wei Jinzhong's eyes, the sky is so fucking blue.

After being beaten for a while, he lost his temper, and was taken to drink by old Qi La. In the evening, he became drunk and wanted to go to the monastery to check the legal provisions restricting prostitutes in the Tudor era.

It's amazing to check it out.

"Too bullying!"

Wei Jinzhong slapped the table loudly: "He is busy with work every day, and benefactors, from members of the royal family, literati, wanderers, swordsmen, soldiers, sailors and even beggars, are the most respected monks who receive the most."

"Fantasy all day long about the sleep, the tax, and the fined money. Should you be able to exchange some soul comfort after death?"

"It's good for them. When they lift their pants, they think they are unclean. Why don't they say that they are depraved when they are happy!"

The movement was so big that it hurt the eyes, and the majestic Wei Si squinted his eyes in pain, and Bai Lier, who couldn't understand Chinese completely, dared not speak.

Fei San, who has a better command of Chinese, chuckled: "It's the same, and it's the same in Spain. The corpses of fallen people will pollute the sacred parish cemetery."

"God shit, you should really hang that bishop on a tree and let him see what's different in that cemetery."

There is a reason for Wei Jinzhong's anger. He has often slept with prostitutes in England, and he knows that even prostitutes can pray.

Moreover, for the Ming people, where the soul returns after death is as important as whether there is a tile to cover the body when alive. Even if there is no clan cemetery, temples or nunneries, they can always choose one.

Otherwise, why do so many prostitutes, Lao Zhuhuang, go to the nunnery to become a monk? One is to be with the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha to resolve the inferiority complex in their hearts about their own uncleanness, and the other is to have a shelter after death instead of lying in the Louze Garden go.

It's good here, the whole people believe in it, not to mention the Luze Garden, there is no other burial place except the monastery, there is only one place marked by the cross skull where people can be buried.

It is a place dedicated to burying exiled people. The state religion in England is the Anglican Church, and being excluded from the Anglican cemetery does not mean being buried in a mass grave. The corpse collector just threw it away and passed by.

The difference is that those buried in mass graves are solitary ghosts who have not found their families; while crossbones in England mean that the things buried here have been expelled.

On the contrary, Bai Lier understood Fei San's words, probably understood their words, and said quite seriously: "Perhaps in the eyes of God, money can only have the function of atonement for noble people."

"No one ever does work for lowly people."

Most of the prostitutes in lower London were hard-working people. They came from the countryside of England and ran to the big cities in order to get rid of being serfs; or the lower-class women in London, it was difficult to find a job to make a living.

But this is only a small number, more people come from the Flanders region across the strait, the border between France and the Low Countries, and the Earl of Flanders under the Duchy of Burgundy.

During the time when the Principality of Burgundy was at its peak, the people in the country were extremely wealthy. However, with the demise of the Principality, the Kingdom of France and the Holy Roman Empire lost their buffer zone on the territory. The two continental powers clashed directly, and the local people were displaced and extremely poor. pointing fingers.

Those young girls don't have many choices. If they don't want to die in their hometown, they can only go to other places to do the most menial jobs.

"No one will do it? Wei will do it! Brother Liu, write."

Wei Jinzhong leaned back, closed his eyes and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, holding a cigarette in his hand, and said slowly: "Subordinate Wei Jinzhong, it is suggested that besides the Louze Garden, another [-] mu of land should be allocated outside the city to build a clean garden. Nunnery, the prostitutes of Yanzhifang are allowed to become monks and buried in the bone temple to win people's hearts."

"In addition, my lord, please ban animal fighting and sword fighting, and take charge of taverns, boxing rings, brothels, and theaters. Forbid Tuyi from carrying bows and swords, and allow them to practice boxing and promote competitions."

Along with Wei Jinzhong's letter, it was sent to the prefect's annex next to the construction site of the magistrate's yamen in the city of London, as well as [-] pounds of wealth in the bishop's small treasury in the lower city and the monastery's treasury, which were shipped until dawn.

This is a huge amount of money. After being converted into Tongbao, it is even ten times more than Tang Xianzu's recent large-scale construction projects that were settled with Tongbao.

With these goods, Tang Xianzu could allow the Eastern Army to send more Tongbao to England to promote the use of Tongbao to replace England's coins, just like half taels instead of Spanish money and Tongbao instead of half taels.

Wei Jinzhong is really a lucky star. At least at this time, the [-] pounds of wealth will allow Tang Xianzu not to worry about reporting his political achievements to the Eastern Military Government in a short time.

So as to concentrate on his grand vision, drama.

Not only can it be profitable, but it can also be used as a drama for the emperor to rule the world and gain the hearts of the people.

When culture can be used as a weapon, not to influence diffusely, but to attack with a specific purpose?
Tang Xianzu believed that the Ming Dynasty could dominate the world with only a million children.

(End of this chapter)