Lu Yang thought that he still remembered the basics of geometric algebra he had learned. If he couldn't find anything to talk about, he would just discuss math problems together - he thought his math skills were enough to defeat Sun Yuanhua in an instant.
"Who is this……"
"Student Lu Yang," Lu Yang said respectfully, "Student is a friend of Master Lu, and I came here specifically to guide you."
"Oh," Sun Yuanhua nodded, "Sir, is he also from Guangdong?"
"The student is from Ningxia."
Sun Yuanhua took a look at this young man. He originally thought that Lu Wenyuan was young enough, but he didn't expect that this one was even younger than him. He looked like he was only in his twenties, with thin skin and tender flesh. If it weren't for his dark skin, he would be younger than him.
He looks like a rich boy.
The other companion was a Western priest, none other than Jin Lige.
This missionary is very busy on Qimu Island - in addition to appeasing the people with doctrines, the other thing he does is to find "heresies". There are many kinds of local folk religions in Shandong, and the civil affairs department and religious affairs department
The office attaches great importance to this: it is not surprising for ordinary believers. The key is not to mix with the organizers. The first countermeasure adopted is to eliminate. The Political Security Bureau has quietly screened and developed the first batch of informants, paying special attention to whether there are any spread in the camp.
This kind of talk about refugees is, secondly, to prepare an alternative belief for the refugees who are eager to find sustenance: Jinli Pavilion is naturally one option, and a group of Taoists who came from the Lingao sect, Dai Taoist priest, is another option.
Whether it is Catholicism or New Taoism, their target of dissemination is limited - the task given to them by the Civil Affairs Committee is to compete with various folk religions for believers, especially to try to convert the grassroots organizers and small leaders of folk religions among the refugees.
Faith is their main mission.
He Ying's instructions to them included the instruction to "use all means". So Jinlige and the Taoist students of the New Taoism worked feverishly, and started a competition to eradicate the "heresy" day and night.
Jinlige just cracked a small Xiangtou organization a few days ago and was implicated in organizing a "heretical" organization, so Xiangtou and the activists have been isolated separately. As for ordinary believers: According to the principle of whoever cracks the case, whoever breaks it will benefit.
The right to preach to these believers.
Those who refuse to change will not be wasted - they will neither be expelled nor burned to death. After all, Lingao has spent a lot of money on them, but they are being held in isolation. Once a certain number is collected, a ship will send them away.
To the mines in Sanya.
Jin Lige worked so feverishly that the special commissioner of the Political Security Bureau had to deal with his "reports" every day. In order to ensure that this work did not turn into a religious persecution fanaticism, the Political Security Bureau sent a specially trained special commissioner.
Responsible for identifying such reports.
The priest's face was filled with a happy smile because of his constant efforts to "save souls." Although he only wore a thin woolen robe, his whole body exuded vitality.
Seeing Sun Yuanhua, he welcomed him warmly, and then praised the owner of Deer Village as a "true servant of God" and a "fearless warrior who defends the faith."
Such high praise could not help but increase Sun Yuanhua's trust in Lu Wenyuan. The original reason why Jin Lige was left in Shandong was to take over Sun Yuanhua's job.
Sun was a very devout Christian and regarded the Western missionaries as mentors and friends. Having such a person was of great use in alleviating his hostility and increasing his trust.
In order to preserve Sun Yuanhua, the "pillar of the Holy Church in China", the Jesuits will spare no effort to help the Senate - in the land of the Ming Dynasty. No one except the Senate can help Sun Yuanhua.
The appearance of Jinli Pavilion really calmed Sun Yuanhua's originally restless heart. Seeing his relaxed expression, Lu Yang immediately led him to the village.
Sun Yuanhua looked around: He could tell at a glance that this was a village built using "Western methods." Although it was not obvious, the protruding bastions and scattered towers that protected the gate of the village were all brought by the priests about Western city building.
Commonly seen in pictures.
He himself also built "Western-style piers and abutments". When he was in Liaodong, he once tried to promote this city-building technology locally, so he was quite familiar with this set of things.
Of course, Mr. Lu is also a believer and has a close relationship with the missionaries, so it is not surprising that he knows this.
The problem is. Although the stockade he saw was not large in size, it was built with care and the concept was even more exquisite. It used terrain, materials, and firepower to the extreme. Sun Yuanhua had to admit that he designed it himself.
It can't be done like this.
It is too strange for a local gentleman from Guangdong to be so proficient in the art of city building.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, scholar-bureaucrats were very enthusiastic about military science. Some people wrote books and treatises on firearms, military science, and city building. But most of them were hearsay. They extracted fragments of ancient military books or Western military science brought by Western missionaries, and added
He made up his own "fancy ideas" randomly. Sun Yuanhua was a "professional" and he could tell at a glance that the layout here was far beyond what ordinary scholar-bureaucrats could do.
On the wall of the village, a Xiang Yong wearing a sheepskin back and a fur hat was patrolling. He looked a little more energetic than the officers and soldiers: he was energetic and not afraid of the cold. He was obviously well fed and clothed warmly. What he was holding was not Xiang.
They were not the whistle sticks or wooden spears commonly used by brave men, but well-made long spears with triangular pyramid-like heads, black and shiny. Each man also had a wooden sheathed straight knife hanging on his waist.
Although there is no armor, this appearance is already more decent than most of the officers and soldiers in Dengzhou - they are worthy of being the best soldiers. If you have a suit of armor, it will not be a big problem to be used as a leader.
He held the crenel with his hand and looked outside. About a hundred feet away from the village wall, there were rows of long houses, surrounded by ditches and fences, and dotted with some wooden towers. It looked like
It was a large military camp. However, from the voices of adults and children coming from the direction of the camp, we knew that the people living there were ordinary people.
The smoke from the kitchen was rising in the morning. Although it was not clear to see, the camp was full of shadowy figures of people coming and going.
Some people have already come out of the camp. Teams of ten people dispersed to work on the island one by one. Some were shoveling snow, others collecting catches on the beach, and others were building and repairing. They seemed very orderly and organized.
.
Sun Yuanhua has been in the military for a long time, and he can tell at a glance that the people working there have been trained. There must be some very skilled generals on the island.
"Where is that?"
"It's a refugee camp." Lu Yang said, "It houses displaced people."
Sun Yuanhua sighed and said after a while: "Master Lu took in so many people, it must have cost a lot."
"Yes, but this is a matter for living people, and it doesn't matter how much it costs." Lu Yang said.
As they were talking, another group of rural warriors escorted groups of refugees staggering towards the refugee camp from the side of Willow Branch. Most of them were from villages and towns around Dengzhou, because they heard that Kong Youde and others captured Dengzhou.
The natives were killed on a large scale. For fear of revenge by the Liao people, they helped the old and the young to escape.
It is said that Qimu Island, which is well-defended and has three coasts on three sides, has become the first choice for refugees - after all, in this ice and snow, men, women, old and weak are staggering around, and there is not enough food, so it is impossible to go far. Qimu Island
The news that there is food, drink, shelter, and many heroic guards has spread like wildfire in the Dengzhou area through careful propaganda. Therefore, a large number of refugees have been arriving every day to avoid the rebels.
"These are all refugees fleeing from the rebels..." Lu Yang said. Jin Lige couldn't help but cross himself.
Although Lu Wenyuan sent many reception teams composed of army and civil affairs personnel to go dozens of miles away with food and medicine to welcome the refugees, the refugees were freezing and hungry on the way, and the bandits looted them, leaving dead bodies scattered along the way.
.Everyone who was finally taken in was like a hungry ghost in hell.
The three of them were silent for a long time before they saw the refugees entering the camp. Although they all had their own thoughts, they could not help but be moved by the scene of severe suffering.
While Sun Yuanhua sighed, he couldn't help but feel surprised. There are five to six thousand people in this refugee camp, and a steady stream of refugees are admitted every day. This Qimu Island is just a small island, how many people can it accommodate?
Furthermore, what is Mr. Lu's intention in taking in so many people? Sun Yuanhua does not believe that Lu Wenyuan takes in refugees on such a scale just out of kindness - these many people eat and drink every day, which is a huge expense, and even more
Needless to say, the cost of heating and clothing in winter.
"Master Lu has a kind heart, and the people of Shandong are very lucky!" Sun Yuanhua said, "It's just that there are so many refugees gathering on the island. Master Lu can save them for a while, but not for the rest of their lives. What are you going to do with them in the future?"
"As long as the ground in Shandong is quiet, the refugees will naturally be able to return home..." Lu Yang said, "But after this chaos, even if they are safe, they will starve to death if they go back."
Dongsan Prefecture was originally a place where the people suffered extremely. After such a chaos, the cattle, donkeys and mules were killed and robbed, the houses were burned, and all their property was lost. The people who had nothing returned to the village without farm tools or livestock.
Seed grain, without government relief, would not survive the next harvest.
"This matter..." Sun Yuanhua originally said that he would definitely find a way, but then he thought about how he had fallen into Dengzhou, and now there were rebels dozens of miles away. He was in an unexpected situation, and there was nothing he could think of.
Even if he is still the governor of Denglai, relief to the people and distribution of seeds to cattle are still the affairs of the chief envoy, and he cannot handle the civil affairs.
As for whether the imperial court can provide relief and whether it is willing to provide relief, that is another matter.
Judging from the current situation in the imperial court where fires are breaking out in all directions and smoke is being blown everywhere, even some relief is of little help.
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