It has been several months since the Liaodong Tatars entered the customs for the first time and were beaten back to their hometown. During this period, Zhu Youcong ravaged the rebels, abducted the Dan family fishermen, and bullied the Momen hermits. He was very busy jumping up and down.
Happy. Should the Tatars just stay at home and send back a group of Ming people every month to help catch prisoners of war? The answer is of course no. Who is Mr. Fan? He is an elite of later generations who supports the nation.
How can the model of integration, the role model among the two officials of the Han Dynasty, be comparable to that shameless little fat man who was reincarnated as a migrant worker?
"Master Fan, who is here? Is it worth waiting for you for so long?" Hong Chengchou finally came forward. After accepting Fan Wencheng's suggestion, the Tatar Emperor rewarded him with the official position of Commander of the Han Army Flag, but he was better than
The veterans under Zhu Youcong are much better and can correctly understand their own status. They are better behaved than obedient dogs in front of superiors!
"This man's Han surname is Tang Ruowang, and he is a god from the West. I spent a lot of effort to rescue him from Xi'an before those idiots in Shaanxi were wiped out!" It made Mr. Fan put down the work at hand in person,
Of course the people who came to wait in this wilderness early in the morning would not be simple.
Tang Ruowang, a German missionary, wandered to Macau with Jinnige ten years ago. Over the years, he has been staying in Xi'an and spreading the gospel of the Lord conscientiously. Originally, he was supposed to be recommended by Xu Guangqi, the Minister of Rites, to enter the Ming Dynasty Center next year, which is the third year of Chongzhen.
But who made Zhu Youcong appear in this world to cause trouble? Now Han Xu and other Donglin Party members want to take advantage of their high positions to vigorously develop MLM downlines, and are reluctant to give up their positions.
Of course, Father Tang, who was recommended by others, will continue to endure.
However, the Ming court and Zhu Youcong did not notice this expert, which does not mean that Master Fan also forgot about it. After persuading Huang Taiji to send 500 war horses, the Tatars received full help from the rebels who were gathering an army at the time.
It took the loss of nearly a thousand men and horses to finally get him from the foreign monk temple in Xi'an to Liaodong. Today is the day when this foreign priest who suffered more hardships than Tang Monk in his journey to the west arrived.
"Men of God? Are they more powerful than those Western barbarians we have in the Academy of Sciences?" Hong Chengchou has now slowly accepted Fan Wencheng's ideas and believes that the missionaries from the West are indeed superior to the Ming people, at least in the past few months.
He had never seen the kind of thing called glass and the new type of firecrackers he had made. However, he admired them, and the habits he had developed over the years made it difficult for him to change the names he used to call these people.
"It's incomparable, it's incomparable! How can the light of the fire compete with the brightness of the bright moon?" Fan Wencheng said with a look of reverence. In fact, most of the priests brought by the Tatars in the past few years could not survive in the Ming Dynasty or they were the last ones.
The devout lambs have nothing in their stomachs except the gospel of the Lord. They are really nothing compared to this person! "You also saw the artillery we secretly bought back from Macau. Compared with when we left the customs,
What difference does it make?"
"Of course, the current batch is even more powerful!" Hong Chengchou knew a long time ago that the Ming Dynasty's Hongyi cannons were imported, but he didn't expect that those Western Yi people still had so many good things hidden in their hands, such as small three- to twelve-pound cannons.
Cannons ranging from sixteen to twenty-four pounds, and even heard of the largest thirty-six-pound and forty-eight-pound shore defense guns. He had never seen the two extra-large sizes, but he had tried it with his own hands on the twenty-four-pounder.
, that battle trembled every time a cannon was fired! After seeing so many advanced things, Hong Chengchou no longer regretted surrendering to the Tatars. He also looked forward to one day marching to the capital of the Ming Dynasty to avenge his shame.
"Could it be that this person..."
"Yes! This man of God can not only deduce the calendar, but he can also build cannons..." Tang Ruowang's deeds are all written in the book. How could Master Fan, who admired the foreign masters to the point of admiration in both ancient and modern times, not know this?
"So awesome? Then I have to thank Mr. Fan for giving me this opportunity to meet this man of God!" I know the astronomy, the geography, and the man who builds artillery. What else can he be if he is not a god? No wonder Mr. Fan
I kept reminding me that I should call Xi Yi a foreign uncle, but it seems that I have to change my tune. Hong Chengchou was even thinking about when he would get to know each other better and invite someone to his home to appraise his family’s horoscopes to count the years.
"It's coming, it's coming! Get up and be happy! Follow me to greet you!" Near noon, Fan Wencheng finally saw the figure appearing in the distance through the new telescope. Although it was still several miles away, he had already issued the order in person in a hurry.
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"Ding-ding-dang-dang-ding-ding-dang-dang..."
Not to mention, the Ode to Joy composed by suona and chimes is really what it is. It is of course Mr. Fan who thought of welcoming the distinguished guests with such a tune full of Western charm, so that people can feel at home. That's it,
It's much better than that little fat guy from Ming Dynasty who only knows how to deceive and deceive.
"Fan Wencheng, First Class Viscount of the Qing Dynasty, welcomes God's messenger from the pure land of the West! Your arrival is the Lord's redemption for us lost lambs. You will let the Lord's glory illuminate this forgotten land..." Originally, Fan Wencheng
He wanted to say greetings in Portuguese or French, but he had been too busy in recent years to learn it; and the English and Japanese languages he was good at in the past were really not understood by many missionaries in this era, so he had to use
The official language of the Ming Dynasty.
"Your Excellency, have you been baptized?" Tang Ruowang was really flattered. He had never enjoyed this kind of treatment in the Ming Dynasty, where even a small magistrate was arrogant when he saw him.
"Yes, yes! I was taught by the bishop to join the Catholic Church last year..." Now Fan Wencheng's title is no longer a false title. Because of his outstanding performance in the negotiations and the subsequent policies he proposed, he has officially entered the Catholic Church.
A high-ranking Tatar. But even so, he still felt inferior in front of those Western missionaries.
"Oh! Thank God, you have allowed me to finally find a paradise in the East!" Tang Ruowang spoke Chinese that was not very fluent, and was so moved that he kept crossing himself on his chest. In recent years, he has done a lot to promote the gospel.
He worked hard, but like his predecessors, his missionary activities in the Ming Dynasty did not go smoothly. If it weren't for taking care of other people's business for a long time, even the old lady selling vegetables on the street would not bother talking to him. Unexpectedly, after going through hardships,
He actually found a long-lost believer in this place called a barbaric tribe, and this man was actually a lord, which was something he couldn't see even in the West.
"Everyone, let us raise a toast to the arrival of Father Tang!" A small welcome ceremony was being held in the heavily guarded former Anshan Inn, and the host turned out to be Erbeile Amin.
Amin, who had lost all his men, was able to live freely here not because Huang Taiji was kind-hearted, nor because he had contributed to the conquest of North Korea a few years ago. He was not killed just because Fan Wencheng gave Huang Taiji a reason that he could not refuse. Anshan needed someone
The puppet with a great name but no strength was in front, which not only suppressed the officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners, but also dispelled the concerns of the banner owners about re-employing Han officials.
"Hey... I don't know how long we still have to listen to God's teachings!" Now the Ming court has re-enabled Sun Chengzong to station in Shanhaiguan to train troops, and Jinzhou is also expanding its army crazily. All signs indicate that whether the Ming court or the
The Qing Dynasty is accumulating strength for the next war. Fan Wencheng also knows that time is running out. It can take anywhere from a few months to a year. War will start again in Liaodong. He must speed up the pace to strengthen the Tatars as much as possible.
"Why is this?" What do missionaries do? There is no denying that a small number of them are truly merciful and preach the gospel of the Lord; but most of them do it to put the Bible into the hands of the indigenous people and put the land into the hands of the indigenous people.
Tang Ruowang, who had every name in his pocket that could evoke "Mencius", made many guesses about the reasons why others were looking for him along the way. After arriving in Liaodong and being treated politely, he became even more suspicious of the Tatars' motives.
"Hey...Father Tang also saw it. Now the Ming Dynasty is hoarding heavy troops on the border to attack the Qing Dynasty. There is a possibility of invasion at any time." Seeing that he seemed unmoved, Fan Wencheng continued to worry and said: "Poor
We, the most loyal servants of the Lord, will be massacred by the infidels..."
"Oh, my God!" Tang Ruowang is not stupid. Although he has been staying in Xi'an, does he really not know what the war between the Ming Dynasty and the Tatars is about?
"Father Tang must also know that our allies, the Tatar tribe, have been loyal believers as early as the Yuan Dynasty. Pope Innocent IV sent people to preach the gospel of the Lord to the Great Yuan Khan many times, and Pope Clement V
The emperor appointed Montegovino as the Archbishop of the Catholic Archdiocese of Khanbali..." Fan Wencheng was not lying. During the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, Catholicism was really treated with great courtesy. Not only were all believers exempted from all taxes and duties, but they were also allowed to preach
Scholars can also receive salary and living expenses from the government. Not to mention today's Ming Dynasty, few people even in the West can enjoy such a good life.
"Hey..." Of course Tang Ruowang had heard about his missionary work in the Ming Dynasty, but who could have let him be born too late to catch up with such good years?
"Look now, the Ming Dynasty treats you like nothing and bullies you wantonly..." Fan Wencheng's words are also true. Although the Ming Dynasty drove away Meng Yuan, it accidentally injured a group of unlucky lambs, but after that,
For a long time, they adopted an attitude of indifference and allowed things to develop. But who made the missionaries less honest? During the Wanli period, they actually wanted to reject Confucianism and strictly prohibited Chinese religious people from worshiping heaven, ancestors, and Confucius.
, didn’t this stoke a hornet’s nest? Not only were the scholars angry, but even the common people wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood. So Shen Guan, the Buddhist Minister of the Ministry of Rites of Nanjing, took advantage of the situation to attack, and issued three memorials to mobilize the people everywhere to criticize the religion.
The final result, of course, was that the imperial court ordered a ban on religion, and missionaries who were still active in various places were either expelled or imprisoned, and the unlucky ones were beheaded directly. Those believers were hiding at home and thinking about their mistakes. If it weren't for the scholar-bureaucrats in recent years
Gradually they relaxed their vigilance, and I am afraid that no one, including Tang Ruowang, had the courage to step even half a step into the Ming Dynasty.