It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 862: Rebellion! Destroy those holy statues! (Ten Thousand Words Update 2/3)
Chapter 862: Rebellion! Destroy those holy statues! (Ten Thousand Words Update 2/3)
Even if he is scolded by the king, even if he will be known as a "beggar" from now on, even if it will bring trouble to the entire Netherlands, and even if he is ridiculed as a "beggar" by nobles across the continent for hundreds of years...
After the archbishop came forward to mediate solemnly and kindly, the king finally issued a new edict out of faith in the Lord of Glory, out of respect for the Holy See, and out of compassion and compassion for the people of the Netherlands:
Dutch ships are allowed to berth at the Kingdom's ports. However, a permit must be applied for in advance. One permit is for one ship, and no mixing is allowed;
Merchants entering Hong Kong are not allowed to trade at will, and can only trade with designated merchants at designated exchanges and within designated time periods;
Slightly reduce the export tariff on wool, but only businessmen who purchase treasury bonds - newly issued treasury bonds this year - reaching a certain amount can enjoy the preferential tax rate...
Lin Linzongzong, in a word, can be regarded as raising his hand, but... it still makes people feel very uncomfortable.
It can only be said that it is better than nothing. As long as industry and commerce are allowed to spin up, even if it is slow and full of obstacles, there will be hope.
Industry and commerce complement each other. Only when they move and rotate, from materials to money, and then from money to materials, and continue to multiply, can these two industries survive. Without living water, they will die!
Accordingly, the Archbishop, on behalf of the Kingdom Church, agreed to temporarily suspend the search operations of the Black Riders of the Inquisition. Correspondingly, the Dutch were allowed to conduct their own inspections, destroy the collections and supplies, expel the pagan workers, and cut off ties with the pagan merchants.
contact...
After the buffer period is over, the tribunal will conduct a census again. If there are no major problems, you can let it go.
It seems that it is indeed a lot gentler and has made a lot of concessions.
Therefore, the Dutch nobles could only hold it in their stomachs and respectfully thank the Lord of Glory for His grace, the Holy See for its mercy, and the King for his grace. After thanking him, the King issued another edict:
In view of the fact that the Netherlands is too far away from the royal capital, the king cannot listen to the demands of the people of the Netherlands in time, so he sends a governor to rule the Netherlands on behalf of the king——
What?
Who do you want to send?
This is a big, great, wise, and benevolent king. We need to study it carefully before we can decide on the candidate. After all, if we want the glory of the kingdom to shine in the Netherlands, this candidate must be carefully decided!
The Dutch nobles returned to their territory with an uneasy mood. Orders were promulgated one after another, arousing small cheers and big sighs behind their backs. How would the king decide on the governor?
Obviously, according to the current king's character, he will probably choose the one with the best relationship with him, the one who gives the most gifts, and the one who is most comfortable patting his horses...
Just wait. The governor elected in this way will definitely work hard to recoup the cost after he takes office!
Before that, the entire Netherlands was forcibly given a lifeline, and the production machines started roaring to life.
"well……"
Old Curry squatted at the door of his workshop, knocked his pipe on the bluestone steps, and sighed sadly.
He is the owner of a carpet factory in Flanders, an important wool spinning town in the Netherlands. He is fifty-two years old this year. The factory employs four workers, two rug makers and two weavers.
Including himself, his three sons, his daughter-in-law and his grandson, the entire factory can produce more than a hundred blankets throughout the year.
——And among these carpets and tapestries, the theme of the best and most precious one must be to praise the glory of the Lord of Glory.
Old Curry took his three sons to draw and weave by hand. No other daughter-in-law, grandson, or hired worker was allowed to interfere. After the weaving was completed, he respectfully dedicated it to the largest church in Flanders.
Not a penny.
This habit lasted for more than thirty years. It was passed down from his father to himself, and it happened every year.
However, this year, Lao Currie's blanket workshop suffered an unprecedented blow.
"Hey, old Curry, when will the delivery be delivered?"
Ringing bells, a mule cart slowly and leisurely came to the door of the workshop. A young man in his twenties jumped out of the mule cart. His woolen coat was clean and tidy, but the cuffs were worn a little white, and the style was not this year's new style.
He carefully walked around a puddle of water, bowed slightly in front of Old Curry, and smiled before saying anything:
"Can I deliver it tomorrow? How many can I deliver? - The ship will leave the port the day after tomorrow. It must be delivered to the ship no later than tomorrow evening at the latest!"
"well……"
Old Curry sighed again. He supported his knees, stood up with difficulty, and guided the young man in. From the workshop door, more than a dozen carpet looms were placed against the wall, spread out in a row.
The blankets above are brightly colored and have exquisite and delicate patterns. Basically, the rough pattern has been revealed, and the progress is either one-third, half, or almost complete.
Just looking at these looms, the blanket workshop in front of them is obviously doing a good business. However, looking at the manpower - only half of the looms have people busy in front of them!
Old Curry was trembling, holding on to his stiff and sore waist from sitting for a long time spinning, and led the young man through the production workshop and to the warehouse. The warehouse was empty, with only a dozen rolls of blankets hanging on the shelves, covering the
Underneath the dense coarse cloth.
"That's all?"
The young man's eyes glanced at him, and his face turned dark instantly. There were more than ten rolls of blankets - even if they were of the best quality, the selling price of more than ten rolls of blankets, based on the amount they purchased from this store every year, was not even one-third.
Not even there!
"Old Curry, don't hide good things." The young man stepped forward, opened a piece of coarse cloth, glanced at it quickly, then lifted a piece of coarse cloth, and glanced again. The more he scanned, the tighter his brows became, and the more he scanned.
, the face becomes even more ugly:
"Our family has been doing business with you for many years. If you have good things, you should always remember to leave some for us! With only this small amount of goods, we can't even pay for a trip to the ship! We made a deposit years ago.
!”
"We also want to make more things..." Old Curry continued to sigh. He supported his waist and led the young man to the warehouse next door. The heavy moisture-proof warehouse was empty, with only a few items on the long rows of wooden shelves.
A few small bags of dyed wool lay alone.
"If the wool cannot come in, there will be no spun yarn; if there is no wool, the dyed yarn used for weaving carpets will not be available. Our workshop has been out of raw materials for a month!"
"..."
Young people also know this difficulty, as do shipping merchants. In fact, if you grab a child over three years old on the streets of Flanders, no one knows about it. Ever since the king's new policy came down, everyone has disappeared.
Have a good life.
"...During this period, the workshops cannot operate, and workers still have to be paid, and they have to be fed and drank. Day by day, they can only get in but not get out. The price of flour has increased five times, and the price of salted fish has also increased.
three times……"
And these workers are all veteran workers who have been with the workshop for ten, twenty years, or even two generations of father and son. If they are dismissed as a last resort, they will have a mean reputation in the industry and their reputation will be ruined.
The young man silently added for him. Old Curry tied the mouth of the last bag of wool tightly, turned around, and looked at him eagerly:
"Are there any new goods recently? - You can get half a ton of dyed wool. Next month, we will deliver fifteen blankets! No, twenty! I will lead everyone to work day and night, and I will never miss your business.
!”
"I don't know... To be honest, my boss also mortgaged a house to take this boat trip. How much goods can be sold this time, how much can be brought in, and how much money can be spent to manage it? Before returning, no one will know
have no idea……"
The young man sighed deeply, settled the accounts with Old Curry, and emptied out all the finished blankets. The mule cart was loaded with goods, jingling, and headed towards the port. Alas, it's okay if there are no fish or shrimps, there are some things to sell.
There is hope of getting the money back...
And old Curry carefully locked the gold coins into the money box, picked two more and put them in the money bag, called a taxi, and wandered to the area where wool carding, dyeing and finishing, and spinning craftsmen lived. Bless the Lord of Glory.
, they must have new raw materials!
With ships coming in and out of the port and new yarn for dyeing, old Currie's blanket workshop resumed work.
The rug maker uses a special thorn gun to pierce the wool behind the woven warp and weft threads, and then pulls it out. As it enters and exits, the pattern gradually appears on the loom;
The knitter flies with his fingers, winding the wool around two adjacent warps one by one, knotting it on the back, and cutting the thread ends with a knife; then passes the weft thread through the middle of the front warp and the back warp, and smashes it firmly with a comb
, one square foot of carpet requires thousands of knots;
An experienced older weaver, paired with a newbie, can weave one square meter of carpet in a month by hand; using the spear method, at best, it can only weave two or three square meters in a month.
In the workshop, the flowers, animals, people and scenery are all filled with the blood and sweat of the weavers.
Weave, weave, a blanket, sell it to the palace, and let the ladies’ light footsteps spin and dance on it day and night;
A blanket, sold to the Glorious Holy City, can save the pain on the knees of priests when they kneel in prayer;
A carefully woven blanket mixed with silk thread of a special material was sold to the Kingdom of Kent. It is said that it can be processed into a flying carpet by the magicians!
None of this has anything to do with old Curry. He only knows that a blanket, sold to a merchant in the sea trade, can cover half of his family's expenses for half a month after deducting various costs and salary.
The path for a family to climb up is slowly accumulated from these blankets.
Loom, loom, another loom;
House, house, from renting a house, to buying a house, to buying a piece of land to build a workshop;
The eldest son works as a textile worker, the second son works as a textile worker, and the second generation of the family all work as textile workers. By the third generation, the eldest son’s smartest grandson can even be sent to church to study.
——If you are lucky, if you are favored by the priest, you may even become a glorious priest!
By that time, their family will be able to follow suit and become masters!
By the way, I heard that the new governor is about to take office, and I don’t know how much tax will be increased. Before he takes office, I must try to knit as many blankets as possible, sell them as much as possible, and save more money——
"Everyone, work harder! Tonight, each person will get an extra spoonful of mutton!"
"Old Curry! Old Curry!"
Suddenly someone shouted outside. Chaotic footsteps came in a hurry. In a moment, a familiar young man rushed into the workshop and grabbed Old Curry's arm:
"Hide the blanket now!"
Old Curry's arm trembled, and with his fingers flying behind the warp, he immediately tied a wrong knot. He looked at the visitor a little angrily, but the young man who came to buy goods on time did not have time to apologize, and spoke in a hurry:
"The Black Rider is here! Hide all your blankets, especially those special blankets. If you can't hide them, burn them! Hide all the wool! If you are still weaving, please unload it from the loom! I
If you want to leave, you have to inform the next one that you have to leave the harbor tomorrow to avoid the limelight!"
After saying that, he turned around and left. Old Curry shuddered, quickly raised his voice, and shouted at his son, daughter-in-law, and factory employees:
"What are you doing standing still! Work quickly! Bata, Will, follow me!"
The family hurriedly unloaded and hid the blankets and wool. Just two days after hiding, the iron boots of the black knight broke through the door of the workshop:
"Someone reported that your workshop is producing things for pagans?"
The leader was a knight in black clothes and black armor. His face was hidden between his helmet and visor, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. He pressed his sword with one hand, looked around, and waved casually:
"Search!"
"Search carefully, bit by bit! Don't miss any of the warehouse walls, secret rooms, cellars, and roofs!"
The Knights of the Inquisition, the guards, thugs, and all kinds of people they brought with them suddenly dispersed and dug three feet into the ground. Old Curry, trembling, stepped forward to ask for money, but was pushed mercilessly by a guard.
On the loom frame:
"Go away! We are here to safeguard the glory of the Lord! Don't taint us with dirty money!"
After a search, the blankets hidden on the beams and the woolen bags hidden under the mattress were found one after another. Immediately, the iron chains jingled, and Old Curry, his wife, three sons, three daughters-in-law, and the whole family
The old man, the young man, and the four hired workers were all locked out——
"Let me go! Let me go! I have always believed in the Lord of Glory devoutly! In the cathedral, there are blankets from our workshop every year! My grandson studies with Father Rude in the cathedral——"
Torture, interrogation, and blackmail. When the family finally managed to save their lives and were released with their half-crippled bodies, the house, workshop, and looms, everything, were all in someone else's name.
"I was wronged... I was wronged..." Old Curry was lame on one leg, and there were a large number of burnt marks on his face, which looked hideous. He gritted his teeth and leaned on a cane, taking one step at a time.
One step towards the cathedral:
"I want to see my grandson... I want to see Father Rudd, I want to see the bishop... I want to appeal..."
"You'd better not go." On the way, a thirty-year-old neighbor stopped him with pity on his face. "Your grandson..."
He quietly brought old Curry to his home. He stepped into a side room, and there was a slightly bulging thing wrapped in half-worn sheets, making no sound.
When he opened it, the marks on his small body were horrific.
Old Curry exploded all of a sudden.
"My weaving workshop...my grandson...the glorious lord of dogs...my whole family has believed in you for so many years!"
He took to the streets. His son, the hired hand, followed him.
From every house, every workshop in Flanders, every farm in the suburbs, every farmhouse and barn, angry craftsmen, small businessmen and small workshop owners took to the streets in a mighty torrent, forming a torrent:
“Tear down those churches!”
"Burn those monasteries!"
"Destroy those icons!"
"Glorious Holy See, get out of the Netherlands!"
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