Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 20 Self-defeating
The missionaries in this era are not like the grandpas who ran rampant everywhere in the late Qing Dynasty. They bully men and women, and local officials dare not control them. Chinese missionaries have to keep their tails between their legs.

Until the era before Song Qingshu traveled, the Pope still interfered arbitrarily with the Chinese Catholics and did not allow the Chinese Catholics to worship their ancestors. This idea was not the same. Even the missionaries who came here took off their robes in order to be able to preach in China. Changing into the Confucian uniforms worn by scholars is to get close to Chinese scholar-bureaucrats.

This is the case with the bearded missionary with Song Qingshu in his arms. He is dressed in a Confucian blue skirt, and his chestnut hair is wrapped in cloth. However, it looks a bit awkward with the high nose and deep eyes of the foreigner.

Even though Song Qingshu pushed his face vigorously, and disrespectfully pushed him away, the foreign monk still looked at Song Qingshu with golden light in his eyes.

The culture is different, and it is not easy for the Chinese who have a strong sense of superiority to believe in Christianity. Moreover, the Catholics in China had just experienced the Nanjing missionary incident seven years ago. The missionaries were driven out of China, and the church was burned. All the situation was wiped out, and I was subjected to this dilapidated church in Xi'an. In the Holy Roman Empire, even the third-rate community churches in the countryside were better than this. Facing the statue of Jesus every day, this foreign monk almost despaired.

At this time, here came Song Qingshu, who knew a little about Christianity, so he wouldn't be confused like other Chinese people asking who is bigger, God or the Jade Emperor?God or Tathagata Buddha, who is more powerful? How can the foreign monk not regard Song Qingshu as the angel sent by God to guide him?

Even if he was pulled aside, the foreign monk still rushed back eagerly, pulling Song Qingshu's sleeve and shouting nervously: "God must have guided you here, right! Oh, damn Adams, you actually Doubt the omniscience and omnipotence of God! Don't mind this fellow believer, I, I am going to baptize you right now!"

Already a little incoherent, the foreign monk turned around and ran to the inner hall behind him. In a blink of an eye, he brought out a big basin like a footbath, and grabbed Song Qingshu's head as if pressing it in.

Looking at the foreign monk in a daze, he became nervous, thinking that the ghost was going to drown Song Qingshu, and Xing Hongniang lived immediately.

"How dare the demon monk do harm to people in China, and get a punch from my aunt!"

Who would have expected such a small fist to have such destructive power, Xing Hongniang shouted loudly, the fist was like a pop, just heard a bang, and the rather tall beard rolled out like a potato, hitting There was a ding ding dong dong sound on the bottles and cans.

It was only then that the foreign monk woke up from the swaying stupor. Looking at the bearded missionary lying on the ground and twitching, Song Qingshu couldn't help but slapped his forehead sadly.

"Sweet potatoes! Don't be crushed by this fist!"

Reluctantly, Xing Hongniang and Little Carrot helped the foreigner up, patted his chest and patted his back for a long time before letting him calm down. He didn't know how obsessed this guy was with preaching. Holding Song Qingshu's hand, he I was trembling with excitement again.

"Church members, don't be offended, the priest will baptize you right away, just take a breath, ouch~"

Although I admire his spirit, Song Qingshu doesn't want to join the sect at the moment, what if he is arrested by the Bailian sect?Scratching his head, Song Qingshu stammered and declined.

"Well, hello priest, we are not here to be baptized!"

"Didn't you come here to join the religion?" The foreign monk almost popped his eyes out, and immediately shouted angrily: "God! Why are you here if you didn't come to join the religion!"

"The sweet potatoes I got last time were good, this time we plan to buy some, how much is it, let's ask for a price!" In the end, it was Hongniang Xing who was straightforward. Seeing that the two of them had been confused for a long time, she simply brought it up, and it sounded crisp. Female voice, the foreign monk just turned his attention away from Song Qingshu, and when he saw Hongniang Xing at first glance, he just shivered.

"Again, it's you again, greedy devil-like guys!"

This missionary with a big beard remembers that last time I kindly invited them to have communion, these people are very good, without saying a word, I gave them all the rare American crops that I worked so hard to cultivate and planned to give to the scholars and dignitaries in Xi'an as a door opener. Take it away, even if Xing Hongniang and Xiaoluo turn to ashes, he will recognize it.

"Do not sell!"

Immediately new hatred and old hatred surged up together, the missionary morale waved his sleeves in a huff, turned around and walked to the inner hall again.

Song Qingshu almost didn't cry, now the sweet potato is the only thing he knows that can make a living, this is about to end, the family should go drink the northwest wind!

"Hong'er! You need to be tactful in doing business, do you know how to be tactful! You have to use devious tactics and fully mobilize the broad masses of the people! Unite all forces that can be united, do you understand?"

Confused by Song Qingshu's yelling, Xiao Luobo and Xing Hongniang shook their heads together: "I don't understand."

Almost out of breath, Song Qingshu was also speechless for this two living treasures with a gap of hundreds of years.

"What nonsense are you talking about again! If he doesn't sell it, he won't sell it! At worst, we'll change to another one!" Xing Hongniang didn't care, and said carelessly, and the audible Song Qingshu was sad.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, sweet potatoes and other things were just introduced to China, and they were first cultivated in the southeast coast, and not many were cultivated in the northwest inland. If there were these two anti-drought and disaster-resistant artifacts, the great famine in the late Ming Dynasty would not be so starving to death. There are many people.

At least after selling roasted sweet potatoes for so many days, people who have bought them are amazed and have never seen them before. If you don’t buy them, they will be out of stock the day after tomorrow. Xing Hongniang said it’s easy to find another one, in case the entire city of Xi’an is just this foreign monk What about the family?

Really didn't want to get angry anymore, Song Qingshu pointed out the door with trembling fingers: "You guys, wait for me at the door, I'll talk to that priest again!"

"How can that be done? What if he wants to drown you with a water basin again?" Holding her arms, Hongniang Xing pouted and hummed softly: "I have been walking in the rivers and lakes with my father for many years, and I have seen a lot of evil spirits and heretics. , if I hadn’t saved you, you fool would be a water ghost by now!”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he really didn't want to talk to Hongniang Xing anymore. Song Qingshu simply got up, and planned to go to the inner hall with a thick face, and then try to make friends with that foreign priest. At worst, you let me wash my face with that footbath. I survived, and I also recognized it!
Thinking about it, Song Qingshu drilled in without taking his eyes off, who knew that the foreign monk bumped into the foreign monk's arms again at the door, and his forehead hit the foreign monk's chin, both of them hurt so much that they sat down on their buttocks. on the ground.

Still thinking about the sweet potatoes in his heart, rubbing his forehead and still dazed, Song Qingshu hastily apologized: "Well, Father, the kid didn't keep his eyes on the road..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the foreign monk who bit his tongue and cried out with great urgency: "Forgive me, lost lamb! God bestowed me with humility, but I replaced God's gift with arrogance. Friends, priests will not do this again!"

With his tongue out, fearing that Song Qingshu would run away, Father Yang hurriedly gestured with his hands: "Is this good! It's the same as last time, you listen to my sermon! You can still take my special horse head, broken kick head and those sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes as you like." OK?"

And this good thing?

Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly widened again.

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This time it was not in the main hall where Uncle Jesus was hung. According to Chinese etiquette, the foreign monk invited Song Qingshu and Xing Hongniang to his place in the back hall.

It is rare for a year to have people listen to his sermons. When people really came to listen, the foreign monk seemed a little unprepared. He picked up a Bible and put it down, turned around and copied another Gospel. Song Qingshu also lived with the foreign monk. The place looked around.

The priests who came to China to preach in the early days did have the spirit of hard work. The residence of this foreign monk is not much better than that of old man Xing. There are straw beds, dilapidated quilts, and agricultural tools hanging on the corners, which are stained with mud. I have used it recently, and the best thing in the whole house is a western-style book kitchen, which is full of carefully kept western bibliographies. On the desk, the manuscripts of foreign monks are still thrown on it. Song Qingshu glanced at it, and it turned out that he was writing The Bible is translated into Chinese.

But what interested Song Qingshu was that there was a stack of yellow papyrus under the manuscript, and when he spread it out gently, it turned out to be a copy of Da Vinci's human anatomy manuscript in the Renaissance period!It seems that this foreign monk is still an all-rounder and knows some medical skills.

But before Song Qingshu read more, the foreign monk had already selected the titles to be preached, coughed lightly, had to put down the Da Vinci manuscript, pushed Xing Hongniang and Xiaoluobo to sit down, and he was just like an obedient student sat on the chair.

He sighed again that God appeared, and the foreign monk opened the "Bible", and began to preach in a tone that he thought was full of voice and emotion.

This one talks about the Gospel of Matthew at the beginning of the New Testament, and it talks about the life of Jesus Christ. Maybe the foreign monk wants to use Christ's sacrifice spirit to influence Song Qingshu and the pagans.

However, compared with his spirit, this guy's translation level is too poor. A Gospel book was misunderstood by him. Xiao Luobo had already fallen asleep in this lullaby, and Song Qingshu himself had found the future. In the world, I felt like I was in the morning class, my head was shaking, but Xing Hongniang would be more energetic now, with a pair of full almond eyes, I want to see what kind of magic tricks this monster monk is playing!
"Hey!"

Suddenly, he slapped Song Qingshu on the back of the head, and he was so clever that he turned around and asked in a daze, "get out of class is over?"

"Stupid words again!" Cursing her mouth, Xing Hongniang asked again with great interest: "What is this demon monk talking about?"

Instead of returning to the college days he dreamed of, Song Qingshu murmured with some languid spirit: "It's about the life of Jesus Christ they believed in, and the fact that he was crucified by the Romans and saved the world with himself!"

Upon hearing this, Hongniang Xing was immediately disappointed, and murmured dissatisfiedly: "Looking at the absurdity of what the monk said, I thought I could believe in some great god! She was not a person, but she was arrested and killed by the government! A person's death is worth it." Travel all the way to China to show off!"

Yawning, Song Qingshu wanted to show off some of the Christianity he knew to Xing Hongniang, a religious novice, but at this time the sound of preaching and sermons suddenly stopped, and Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. Turning around, he happened to see that The foreign monk's eyes rounded out angrily, his beard seemed to stand on end angrily, and his hand holding the "Gospel" was trembling.

To bad!
(End of this chapter)