Chapter 140 May the divine seal never be erased
After Pierre packed his luggage and walked out of the military camp, which was the former compound of Ahmed's tax collector, with other brothers on vacation, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
Sure enough, when the company commander arranges holidays, he will refer to the daily performance of different soldiers.
Pierre, as early as when he first heard about this holiday system, realized that too frequent short holidays would affect the image of soldiers in the heart of the company commander.
On weekdays, there is nothing, but when the harvest is about to come in May and everyone is eager to go home, don’t these brothers who have never had a holiday have to give priority?
There was still some distance between the military camp compound and Alhadi Town. Along the way, Pierre kept thinking about what he could buy.
4 gold dinars can be exchanged for 48 silver dirhams. For ordinary people, this is a considerable amount of wealth.
When Pierre and his party entered the town, they couldn't help but sigh that the town was getting more and more prosperous.
In addition to the original Muslim aborigines, some nearby Franks also gathered here because the religious group opened caravans and laid out stores here.
With the addition of hospitals and schools, the nearby people gradually regarded the town as a good place, and more people came here to go to the market.
Now that there are more people coming to the market, the caravans coming and going realize that the commercial potential of this town is increasing.
Therefore, some relatively large caravans simply purchased land to build business warehouses here.
Anyway, Alhadi Town is a necessary place on the trade route. Setting up some industries here will only make it easier for those large caravans to move supplies.
As a result, the town's permanent population has increased from two hundred people to nearly six hundred people in the past year.
The street has also changed from one long street to one vertically and horizontally. It is also particularly insufficient and plans to add another street.
Chatting with the two brothers on the side, Pierre heard that as the town became increasingly prosperous, many people were worried about being targeted by thieves nearby, and were considering building an adobe wall to surround the town.
But Pierre had no control over those things, they were just thoughts in his mind.
The three of them avoided the Arabs who were enthusiastically soliciting customers and went straight to their destination.
The shape of this store's signboard looks no different from the surroundings, but what's written on the sign is: Hehehe Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
When Pierre walked in, he saw a dazzling array of products placed behind the counter. If he needed anything, he had to ask the salesperson to help him pick it up.
In addition to some more ordinary things, there are hard soaps that exude the fragrance of essential oils, metal kerosene lamps and kerosene, pottery with tin glaze that reflects the luster, and even magnifying glasses called reading stones. and pencils produced in the village of Skal.
They are all high-end goods, so high-end that ordinary farmers would turn around and leave when they see the price.
Finally Pierre picked out some sweets and bought a nice pottery for water.
Candies are for your younger siblings, and a beautiful water-filled pottery placed as a decoration at home will make your family look extra proud.
When checking out, Pierre took out an ID card.
It was a document made of lambskin, which made it clear that Pierre was a professional soldier affiliated with the kingdom.
After double-checking, the salesperson recorded Pierre's number in a ledger.
Then he said to Pierre angrily: "I can give you a 20% discount on the candies, but only a 10% discount on the clay pot."
Pierre didn't pay attention to the salesperson's damn face and settled the bill neatly.
As for his other two brothers, they bought some more flashy things. When paying the bill, Pierre was shocked to see them.
After walking out of the supply and marketing cooperative, Pierre pulled the brother next to him: "No, don't you save some money?"
Then the other party spread his hands and said: It's okay, there is no hunger in the company anyway... The corners of Pierre's mouth twitched when he heard these words.
After buying the gifts to take home, someone suggested going to the Grapevine Inn for a drink. Most of the time, alcohol was not provided in this military camp, but it frustrates them.
Pierre rolled his eyes and had no choice but to go along and indulge.
After all, the three of them are all fellow villagers and were all born in Labrete Manor. They will definitely go back together during this vacation, and no one can leave anyone behind.
I just have to stay drunk tonight!
However, when Pierre walked into the hotel, he suddenly realized something. Those two guys seemed to have almost spent all their money!
Eh?
Then who will pay for the drinks and dinner?
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[For the LORD your God has brought you into a good land, a land with rivers and springs and fountains of water flowing out of its valleys. The land had wheat, barley, vines, fig trees, pomegranate trees, olive trees, and honey. 】
——"Deuteronomy" 8:7-8
In May at Chateau Labrette, the sun casts a soft glow on the sky, and the wind between the hills brings the scent of May, mixed with the sweet fragrance of ripe wheat.
In this land of abundant harvest, golden wheat ears undulate like waves, spreading from the feet to the end of the field of vision.
Farmers bent down in the fields, their sickles flashing in the light and shadow. They gathered and bundled bunches of golden wheat and piled them into hill-like stacks.
The sweat slid down their cheeks and seeped into the soil, injecting their own life into the earth.
But among these farmers, there is another group of people who are particularly different.
It was a Frankish man, leading a group of teenagers who were slightly younger than him.
The leading Frank didn't look very old, just seventeen or eighteen years old. His light golden hair looked very dazzling in the sunlight.
The light green eyes reflected the harvest land, and in his hand, the sickle rose and fell, harvesting the wheat quickly and accurately.
The teenagers on the side were also imitating the Franks and pouring their own sweat mixed with their own lives into the earth.
[In this day when the kingdom of heaven is approaching, they use their prayers to praise the God of life, they use their own sweat to cultivate the land that nourishes life, and they use the weapons in their hands to straighten the road to the Lord]
——"Transjordan" 5:23
In a class a few days ago, Garris said this to these teenagers, who are also the reserve priests of the order who are about to receive holy orders, and the Paladin attendants: "It is the farmers who support idleness and waste. of nobility,”
"But whenever people think of labor, they think of farmers, dirty, lowly, and ignorant."
"An instinct, a natural aversion, has tarnished the reputation of labor. Some people are even willing to praise robbery and robbery, but also think that labor is a bad thing and that labor is shameful."
"Those gentlemen, they believe that priests who do not have to work are supreme. Therefore, all second sons of noble families must engage in clergy."
"To put it simply, nobles and priests are often rentiers who only know how to squander and do not engage in production. They despise labor, think that labor is done by slaves, and think that labor is the enslavement of people."
"Those people are sinners, and the door of heaven has long been closed to them."
"What about you?"
"Are you going to like the splendor and splendor like they do, and pursue the splendor and splendor of ceremonies like they do?"
"Therefore, before you receive holy orders and preach my name, there is still one class that I cannot let you miss."
Then, Garris took these children, who were only a few years younger than him, to leave the classroom of books and come to the classroom of fields, and came to the Labrete Manor.
Perhaps, most of these children were born in poverty and had experienced a lot of hard work.
But people will change, and some people who have become more developed will try to erase their origins because they think it is shameful.
The religious orders will also change. Today, perhaps those who become priests are poor people, but what about the future?
To cleanse others, you must first cleanse yourself;
In order to be able to teach others, one must first be taught;
To illuminate others, you must first become light;
To bring others closer to God, you yourself should be closer to God;
To sanctify others, you must first sanctify yourself...
The Christian sacrament of Holy Orders is the recognition of church clergy.
This sacrament, by the special grace of the Holy Spirit, conforms the recipient to the image of Christ, making him his instrument in the service of his Church.
Through the conferment of Holy Orders, a person is enabled to perform his duties as a representative of Christ, the Head of the Church.
The Sacrament of Holy Orders will give the recipient an indelible seal...
To put it simply, it is the organization of the church.
Theoretically speaking, to celebrate the Sacrament of Holy Orders, one must be a bishop.
But if Gareth says he can do it, then he can do it.
After all, Jesus himself was not a priest, but a lay believer. As the younger brother of Jesus, Garris could also perform the sacrament of Holy Orders for priests as a lay believer.
But before that, these teenagers have to go through the test of farmers and nature.
In the eyes of Garris, there is no eternal divine seal in this world, and even he cannot give it to others.
But the poor people who carry the words of God and the vast world can put such a holy seal into the temple in the hearts of the young people.
May that divine seal never be erased.
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When Pierre walked on the road, he often looked up at the sky, sometimes lowered his head and stared at the road. Beside him were the two bastards.
"Don't be angry, Pierre, it's just a few silver dirhams. Turn around and I'll pay you back when I get the money next month."
"That's it! That's it! Why bother with this little money."
The two shameless guys kept teasing, and then looked at Pierre's expression and tried to tease him.
"Hey, haven't you ever thought about what you will do when you retire?" Pierre asked with a straight face.
"Retirement? Isn't there a retirement bonus? I remember the company commander calculated it for us. If we serve for 5 years, we will get 10 gold dinars. If we serve for 10 years, we will get 30 gold dinars. If we serve for 20 years, it will be a whole 90 gold dinars!”
However, just when the two people were counting their retirement money and thinking about how to be cool in the future, Pierre, who lowered his head, suddenly had a look on his face.
"Don't talk."
Listening to Pierre's serious tone, the two idiots beside him also realized that something was wrong.
They followed Pierre's gaze and saw many fresh horse hoof prints on the ground.
"What's wrong?"
"These horseshoe prints are not made by horseshoes."
Looking along the direction where the horse's hoof prints extended, Pierre's eyes were a little dull, and the expression on his face froze, because that direction happened to be his hometown, Labrette Manor.
"It's Bedouin bandits!"
The two guys next to Pierre also realized that in the land of Palestine, if there is any nation that does not like to shoe horses, it is too clear.
For a moment, the three of them were so anxious that they wanted to fly back to the manor immediately.
Still asking for monthly tickets, but after 12 o'clock on the 27th, monthly tickets will start to double. So everyone can vote for the month on the 28th, and I will update more,
(End of chapter)