The ashes of the coals in the fireplace gave off bursts of residual heat, making the whole room extremely warm. Only an occasional cold breeze would blow in from the open window on the side.
"On the 1st of November, Mr. Jacob gave five shillings."
In the small room behind the church, Ma Wei sat at the table and recorded today's income with a quill dipped in ink. Although he did not have the habit of writing a diary, accounting was still essential, which could effectively make him quickly Remember where every money comes from and where it goes.
The book is densely filled with dates, names and amounts of money. In October alone, the Truth Church earned an income of 25 gold pounds, 3 shillings and 11 pence, which is about 300 pounds a year, just touching the middle class. The threshold of class.
There are four main types of currency in the Kingdom of Windsor. The most expensive one is the gold pound. 1 gold pound can be exchanged for 20 silver shillings, 1 shilling can be exchanged for 12 copper pennies, and 1 penny can be exchanged for 4 far new.
Ma Wei earned these incomes through his own labor, and did not levy tithes on believers because he understood that the believers in a church were not only those who were rich, but more of them had meager incomes and even lacked food. Compulsory collection of fees among the poor will not only ruin the reputation of the church, but will also make it difficult for the church to gain popular support and quickly gain a foothold in cities and towns.
So after Ma Wei came to New Ross City, he immediately announced that all the help provided by the church would be free and he would not take any money.
Not only that, in the early days of the church's establishment, he also used his own money to regularly provide relief to the poor, opened Sunday schools, and gave free classes to the children in New Ross City. At the same time, he also organized essential masses every Friday. As time went by, As time went by, the Church of Truth gradually gained a foothold in New Ross City and took root. From the initial expenditure of burning money, it slowly began to make a profit.
"It's been three years..." Ma Wei put down his pen, looked out the window, looked at the blue sky, and sighed with some regret.
Three years ago, he traveled to this world.
Ma Wei's real name is Ma Wei. As a college student in the Department of Psychology, he chose to become a graduate student in the Department of Philosophy because he discovered that philosophy and psychology are inseparable. If he wants to explore human psychology more deeply, he must study philosophy.
But just when he was about to graduate, he was diagnosed with glioblastoma. In the last year of his life, although he suffered from the disease, the persistence of his family and the inquiries from his classmates and friends made him He felt that he was actually very lucky, at least much better than those poor people who had been abandoned.
At the last moment of his life, he chose to close his eyes and welcome death peacefully, but...
The crisp sound of the gavel woke him up.
Ma Wei, who inherited the memory of his original body, also knew the whole story.
Marvie Enders, the deputy commander of the Saint-Martial fleet, obtained a privateering certificate issued by King Rhodes IV of Windsor, specializing in plundering the ships of the Kingdom of Popon and amassing wealth crazily. Their fleet can be said to be invincible, starting from Boppon. They fought in the northern territorial waters of the Pang Kingdom to the south, and then fought back again. They made so much money that even the waterline of the ship sank one meter.
Everything was going smoothly, but when Ma Wei searched the original memory, he found...
They angered the Bourbon royal family, causing King Ivan XIV of Bourbon to join forces with several other allies to organize a huge fleet with hundreds of ships to ambush them in the Perea Strait, which they must pass through before returning to the Kingdom of Windsor. The real reason seems to be Because they robbed a church 'merchant ship'.
The original ship's logbook contains this passage:
"On October 1st, we encountered a storm while sailing. After the storm subsided, a merchant ship under the banner of the Wisdom God passed by us.... We were stupid, and so were they."
"On October 3, after a day and night of pursuit, we successfully intercepted the merchant ship... No, it was definitely not a merchant ship. They had the most experienced sailors and experienced captains. After inspection, we found out that we were in the cabin Gold was found there! Countless gold! Oh my God, they must have discovered a treasure somewhere!”
"On October 4th, when counting the loot, we found a stone tablet among the gold, which recorded obscure ancient writings. If the bishop of the Wisdom God Church had not vomited blood and died last night, we might be able to interpret it. two...."
The following logs are all idle talk, without any nutrition. Only the last one said something useful.
"On October 25th, we were surrounded... The enemy was three times our number and blocked the entrance to the strait. During the naval battle, Captain Crowley was shot and fell overboard. The privateering certificate was on him. If there was no certificate, Maybe....we won't be able to go home before New Year."
There was only one privateering certificate issued by the Windsor royal family, which was carried by the commander-in-chief. Without the privateering certificate, the successor commander Marvie Enders could not prove that the St. Martial fleet was a "just fleet" in compliance with the law. After being caught, the Royal Court of Bourbon declared the Saint-Martin fleet guilty of piracy as quickly as possible and wanted to hang them alive on the gallows on the banks of the Rhine.
The executioner even viciously asked people to put on short ropes to let 138 fleet members, including Marvie Enders, die in pain.
When the rope was wrapped around his neck, Ma Wei still couldn't understand that it was the original person who committed the crime. What did it have to do with him? !
Fortunately, the outcome turned out to be a twist. One minute before the execution, the commander-in-chief Turay Crowley, who had been shot and fell into the sea, miraculously appeared on the execution ground and took out the photo that had been soaked in sea water but could vaguely read the words. With the privateering certificate, he did not abandon his crew. This smart and brave move also successfully saved Mavie Enders and others.
After all, the executioner himself knew that if he did not terminate the execution, he would be the one who would take the blame for the Bourbon royal family and be held accountable.
Afterwards, Marvie Enders returned to the Kingdom of Windsor with the other crew members. Although King Rhodes IV did not have a good look on them because they did not bring back any gold and silver treasures, they were forced by the heroic battle of the St. Martial fleet in the naval battle. For their performance, the king praised them generously and awarded them the Royal Badge of Honor.
Not long after, he heard that the Kingdom of Windsor, the Kingdom of Poppont and other major maritime powers had signed a declaration of naval war, permanently abolishing the privateering system.
Mavey, who had no father, mother or relatives, and did not want to live a hard life at sea, refused to continue serving in the Royal Navy. When he discovered that this was a world with religious freedom and numerous churches, he took the accumulated wealth and Bidding farewell to Commander Turay Crowley, he came to New Ross City alone and established the Church of Truth.
After recalling every detail of the past three years, Ma Wei walked to the basin, stared at the face in the reflection, and laughed to himself after a while: "I didn't expect that I would become more handsome after changing my body..."
Young and handsome priest - this is what the women of New Rose City say about him.
Very pertinent.
Um.
After washing his face, Ma Wei took out his pocket watch and checked the time. He found that it was close to three o'clock in the afternoon. He quickly picked up the calf-length black coat made of pure wool hanging on the shelf and put it on a man named Dalaris. Wear a bowler hat on top of the priest's robe, and the standard winter outfit is completed.
Fidgeting with the red five-pointed star necklace on his chest, Ma Wei returned to the church and said to the two cats, one orange and one black:
"Fat Orange and Little Hei, I'm going to the market and I'll leave the housekeeping to you."
"Meow~"
Xiao Hei sat obediently at the door, watching the pedestrians passing by, as if if someone dared to enter the church to steal something, they would have to stamp their sharp claws on your face first.
Fat Orange was different. He exhaled through his nose, swung his tail under the window sill, and didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. He seemed to be responding or snoring. He was as cold as a woman who doesn't love you. .
A woman with balls.
The two cats, one orange and one black, were both stray cats adopted by Ma Wei. Fat Orange was not so fat back then. When Ma Wei met it for the first time, it was covered in scars and emaciated, lying in the alley next to the church. After licking the wound and seeing how pitiful it was, Mawei wanted to feed it something to eat. As a result, Fat Orange didn't even look at the food he gave it. It wasn't until Mawei started preparing dinner that it jumped out from the corner and took it in its mouth. He picked up the raw meat on the table and ran away.
Don't ask for any charity. This is the experience Ma Wei and Fat Orange gained from spending three years together.
As for Xiao Hei, he was not discovered by Ma Wei, but a kitten less than two months old brought back by Fat Orange one night two years ago. Ma Wei was surprised to find that Fat Orange could He gave the food he grabbed to Xiao Hei. From then on, Fat Orange gained a little fanboy, Xiao Hei gained a reliable fat brother, and Ma Wei gained two cats. The pressure in life suddenly increased. promote.
In this era where there are not many entertainment activities, playing with cats seems to be one of the few joys.
The church is located at the end of Kerr Street, which belongs to the south city area where a large number of working class people live. It is only one street away from the center of the city where the gentry and jazz people live.
In order to settle down here, Ma Wei spent a lot of money. It cost him 2,500 gold pounds to buy this abandoned church and renovate it, and his net worth immediately shrank by half.
But Mawei did not regret his decision. He did some calculations and found that renting a church of the same size in New Ross City would cost at least 10 gold pounds per week. In conversion, the annual rent alone would cost almost 500 gold pounds. , compared to a one-time purchase that costs less.
More importantly, the city of New Ross is located at the junction of the Barrow and Nore rivers and is connected in all directions. However, due to the great famine nine years ago, this land was sparsely populated and housing prices plummeted. However, as time went by, the total population One day, prosperity will return, and housing prices that have plummeted will rise back.
Facts have proved that Mawei's idea was correct. With the completion of the railway, New Ross City, which has a flat terrain and advantages in river and land transportation, suddenly became a popular southern city. While it was prosperous, housing prices were also increasing with each passing day.
Nowadays, 2,500 pounds cannot buy such a large church.
Standing on the street, Ma Wei took out a whistle, put it to his mouth and blew twice.
The sharp whistle drifted into the distance with the cold wind. After a while, a Hansam two-wheeled carriage stopped in front of him, driven by the driver. The driver wearing a gray windbreaker sat high at the rear of the carriage, holding one hand in his hand. He grabbed the whip and reins and raised the brim of his hat with one hand: "Father, is this the carriage you called?"
"Go to Bill Market." Mawei said as he got in the car.
Bill Market is located in the southernmost part of Shilla City, where a large number of impoverished workers gather. It is also the so-called slum area. It is a mixed bag of good and bad, and thieves and robbers are synonymous with it. It is a world away from the Ross Avenue commercial center with patrol police and luxurious decoration. No, rich people would never go to that kind of place, but Ma Wei felt that not only were prices there cheaper than Ross Avenue, but they would also always surprise him.
"Today I need to buy olive oil, a little salt, rosemary, beef, onions, tomatoes, fresh fish... By the way, I also need to send some bread to the orphanage."
On the slightly swaying carriage, Mavey took advantage of the sunshine and flipped through the book in his hand. He maintained the operation of the church alone. He was very busy every day and rarely had time to cook. He often spent time with Mrs. Cecil who also lived alone next door. The family enjoys three meals, for which he will pay 10 shillings a week for food. As for Mrs. Cecil, she is a very kind and kind woman, and her cooking skills are also very good, but...
In Mavey's opinion, the three meals a day in the Kingdom of Windsor are no different from dark cuisine. They are edible, but not delicious.
This is no longer in the category of good or bad cooking skills.
So sometimes, Ma Wei would choose a less busy time period to cook in person and open a small stove for himself.
Hansam's two-wheeled carriage drove leisurely on the dirt road. The driver standing behind the carriage hummed a farm tune with flavor. He skillfully maneuvered the carriage to avoid pedestrians crossing the road. When he passed Clarence's carriage, he would stop humming, glance at the other person sideways, and curse an idiot in a low voice.
Ma Wei has long been accustomed to this. Although the two-wheeled carriage and the four-wheeled carriage are not enemies, the relationship between the two is by no means harmonious. The former feels that the four-wheeled carriage is noisy, dark and uncomfortable, and only a fool can would choose it, while the latter thought that the two-wheeled carriage was an idiot lying in the cold wind eating ashes, with no grace at all.
Maybe both are right, or maybe neither is right.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, in the rare sunshine, Hansam's two-wheeled carriage arrived at the southernmost Biel Market. After slowly stopping at the street intersection, the driver jumped out of the back and opened the door for Ma Wei himself: " Father, the fare is 9 pence."
The starting price of a two-wheeled carriage is 6 pence, which is the same price within a three-kilometer range. Beyond three kilometers, the price is calculated as 3 pence per kilometer. A four-wheeled carriage is twice as expensive as that in the royal capital. same price.
Ma Wei took out his wallet, took out 9 copper-colored coins, engraved with Lord IV like the shillings, and handed them to the coachman.
"I wish you all the best."
After confirming that the number was correct, the coachman carefully put the coins into the inside of his coat, quickly climbed into the back compartment, raised his hat in salute to Ma Wei, turned around, and left quickly.
He didn't expect to be able to attract customers at Bill's Market. There were not many people in the poor areas who could afford carriages. The area near Ross Avenue was a good place to attract customers.
The air was mixed with soot and a strange smell, and the ground was wet. In a dark and damp alley not far away, a group of idle men wearing ill-fitting velvet jackets were staring at Ma Wei intently.
However, after a few glances, they chose to retract their gaze and let this well-dressed 'fat sheep' go.
Because several children dressed similarly to them, looking 12 or 3 years old with dirty faces, ran up to Ma Wei.
"Father!"
The leader is a freckled boy named Maimaiti. He grew up in an orphanage and went out to work at the age of 9. Perhaps because he doesn’t get much exposure to the sun, his face looks a little pale and his body is thin. A hemp pole, with only a pair of bright gray eyes.
Behind him were two men and one woman, all of whom were the same age as Maimaiti.
"Maimaiti, Amo, Frederick, Sara..." Mawei read out their names and said with a smile: "Good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, Father!" the four of them said in unison.
"Didn't you go to work in a garment factory?"
Ma Wei asked doubtfully: "Without you sweeping away the fluff and filling the coils, those huge hand-spinning machines would not be able to operate normally."
"The new loom purchased by Mr. Albert has arrived. It will take half a day to install and debug. All the workers are on holiday!"
Sarah, a girl with a ponytail, replied: "There was no one in need of help at the orphanage, so Maimaiti suggested that we come to the market..."
"Sarah!"
Amid Maimaiti's loud scolding, Sara shrank her neck and shut up in time.
In fact, she didn't need to say anything, Ma Wei also knew what the four Maimaiti people were doing at the market.
Most of the orphanages are children who are incapable of working and waiting to be adopted. It is not easy to feed so many people, so older children like Maimaiti need to go out to work to earn extra money.
Although Albert Howson was a conscientious boss, his factory was just a small workshop and he could only pay these handyman children 8 shillings a week, which was only 1 pound 12 shillings a month. Most of the wages are given to the nuns at the orphanage, so the four of them would take advantage of their breaks to go to crowded markets and do some petty theft.
Of course Ma Wei knew that stealing was wrong, and Maimaiti and the others also knew that, but what could they do?
Being moral about hungry people is inherently immoral.
"You came just in time."
Ma Wei said: "Last time you helped me clean the church, so this time I want to treat you to something to eat. What do you want to eat?"
Sarah's eyes lit up: "Bread with lots and lots of sweet butter!"
"Okay, let's go."
Holding Sara's little hand, Mawei led Maimaiti and the others through the noisy market and came to Mrs. Mel's baking house.
As soon as you walk in, the rich aroma of wheat hits your face.
"welcome...."
Mrs. Meyer, who was busy behind the counter, heard the bell ringing at the door. She immediately put down the dough she was kneading, took off her sleeves full of wheat flour, opened the curtain, and walked out of the back room.
"Father Mavey, you are here again."
Seeing the person coming clearly, Mrs. Meyer's smile became even wider, and even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes became a little deeper.
As a regular customer, Mavey would come to the bakery every week to buy a large amount of bread and butter, most of which would be sent to the orphanage. Thanks to this move, Mrs. Mel not only became a believer in the Church of Truth, but also bread The price is also extremely low.
People on the South Side grew up eating Mrs. Meyer's bread - a saying goes around Beale Street.
"120 pounds of wheat bread, 24 pounds of butter, the same as before."
As the name suggests, wheat bread is wheat bread, made entirely from wheat flour, and the price of 1 pound is 3 pence per pound.
In addition to wheat bread, Mrs. Meyer's bakery also has a kind of wheat bread mixed with bran, which also has another name: brown bread.
This bread is hard on the outside and dry on the inside, making it difficult to swallow. It is one-third cheaper than ordinary wheat bread, selling for only 2p a pound.
but....
If the eater was an adult, Mavie would definitely choose the cheaper black bread, but the orphanage was mostly filled with very young children, and black bread was too difficult for them to swallow.
"The total is 2.4 gold pounds." Mrs. Meyer immediately told the price.
The original price of 1 pound of butter was 10 pence, but for Marvey's sake, Mrs. Mel reduced it by 1 pence.
"Get me three more pounds of sweet butter."
Mawei smiled, counted two gold-plated coins and five silver shillings from his wallet and put them on the table: "I promised to treat them to bread with lots of sweet butter."
"Understood."
Mrs. Meyer smiled knowingly, turned around and walked into the back room. Within half a minute, she came back with a plate of milk toast smeared with thick butter.
She handed the plate of toast to Maimaiti and said with a smile: "I'll treat you to some bread too. It's still hot, but it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Great!"
Sarah cheered, and the three of them, Maimaiti, couldn't wait to pick up a piece of toast and took a big bite.
"Thank you, Mrs. Mel." Mavey took off his hat and put it on his chest.
"Thank you too, Father." Mrs. Meyer was not wearing a hat, so she put her palms on her chest, nodded and said, "Truth is supreme."
"Truth comes first."
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"What is truth?"
"Truth is the light of the road that can make all false lies and hypocritical rhetoric invisible. It exists in our hearts and is the unavoidable pity we see when we see suffering. It is the sweat of simple laborers... ..They are also flying insects yearning for light under the street lights.”
"People are confused because they have not discovered the light of truth. For people who are confused and have no direction, Yunia, the goddess of truth, can always break through the fog and guide them on the way forward."
At night, Ma Wei lay in front of the table, using the kerosene lamp lit at the corner of the table, and wrote the "Book of Truth". This is the foundation of the thoughts conveyed by the church, the absolute top priority, and cannot be neglected at all.
Three years ago, the "Book of Truth" was still in its infancy, but during these three years, Ma Wei gradually improved and filled it in. Today, the "Book of Truth" already has hundreds of pages.
It contains not only Ma Wei's insights and annotations on the truth, but also stories he carefully compiled.
"Meow~"
At some point, Xiao Hei jumped on the table and lay on his back in front of Ma Wei. His four furry paws followed the quill and couldn't stop.
Whenever this happens, Ma Wei will stop writing, pick up Xiao Hei, and rub it on its back with a wet cloth prepared in advance. If nothing happens...
In the next hour, Ma Wei will only be able to see the back of Xiao Hei busy licking his fur.
He is very knowledgeable in this aspect of life.
After writing the "Book of Truth", he took out his carving knife, took out a wooden statue from the drawer, and began to carve it slowly.
Ma Wei originally planned to carve some small statues for the goddess Yunia and give them to believers. However, due to his lack of skills, he only completed this statue in the past year.
"Oh, I feel embarrassed to send it out in this way, so I'd better prepare holy water..."
Half an hour later, Ma Wei looked at his results with an expression that was hard to describe.
It was a palm-sized wooden statue with nothing visible except for its head, but after all, it was my own hard work, so it would be a pity to lose it.
Shaking his head, Ma Wei covered the statue with a white cloth and put it in the drawer along with the quill and ink bottle. Then he went to the first floor, got a pot of water from the bathroom, and heated it on the coal stove in the kitchen.
Gududu….
The water boiled quickly. When he opened the lid of the pot, translucent heat billowed out. Mawei quickly pulled out a few leaves from the mint pot planted on the windowsill and threw them into the pot. After boiling for a few minutes, the water boiled again. The pot of refreshing holy water is now ready.
As part of his daily homework, Ma Wei enjoys the process of making holy water because he can enjoy a cup of black tea after boiling the water.
That's the taste of hometown.
Squeak....
Just when Ma Wei closed his eyes and savored the fragrance of black tea, the kitchen door suddenly opened. There was no one at the door. It was so quiet in the darkness that no sound could be heard.
"Meow!"
Ma Wei felt something tugging at his trousers. He picked up the kerosene lamp and shined it under the table. He found Xiao Hei and Fat Orange standing at his feet, biting his trousers and tugging hard. Their screams were filled with anxiety. .
"What's wrong with you?"
Facing the two uncharacteristic cats, Ma Wei was very confused. He bent down to pick up Xiao Hei, and Fat Orange started to bite his trouser legs. In the end, he had no choice but to pick them up together.
"Xiao Hei, you...are you shaking?"
Holding Xiao Hei in his arms, Ma Wei found that its body was shaking, as if it had been greatly frightened, its eyes widened, and the hair on its body exploded.
Nothing like this has happened before.
Fat Orange is quite calm.
There was a piercing cry outside the house. Ma Wei turned around and saw that the kitchen window sill was covered with crows, and their dark eyes were dripping with blood.
Ma Wei took a step back in shock and bumped into the table. The pain in his waist made him tremble violently. He didn't know what happened, but the numbness in his scalp told him...
Never a good thing.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound underfoot, the earth began to surge, the house swayed from side to side, dust flew from the roof, and the kitchen utensils in the cupboards jingled, like a ship caught in a storm late at night, and the whole world began to shake. .
earthquake!
Ma Wei's face changed. Without thinking, he rushed towards the window with Fat Orange and Xiao Hei in his arms. His experience of sailing on the sea for many years gave him some strength to fight in the face of emergencies such as earthquakes. Taking the steps of Captain Jack, he jumped up, pushed away the crows with his back, and climbed out of the window.
The kitchen is on the first floor, and the window edge is only one meter above the ground. As long as there are no obstacles, this height will basically not cause any harm.
Ma Wei fell to the ground on his back, rolling to relieve his strength, but as soon as he stood up, before he could recover from his dizziness, he saw a frightened horse dragging the carriage and crashing into it.
At the critical moment, he ducked out of the way and narrowly avoided the mad horse. After making sure there was no other danger, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Oddly enough, the earthquake seemed to last less than half a minute, ending just as Mavey jumped out of the window.
After a short period of dead silence, many people poured out of the surrounding houses, wearing only flannel pajamas, their hair disheveled, and looking like they were in shock.
"Father!"
Hearing the call from behind, Ma Wei turned around and saw Mrs. Cecil, who lived next door, running towards him barefoot without even wearing shoes. She said with a pale face: "What happened just now?" ?”
"It must be an earthquake."
Ma Wei looked up at the sky. There were no stars or moon there. Thick dark clouds obscured the sky. Darkness enveloped the entire city of New Ross. Only the gas lamps standing on the streets brought a trace of light and warmth.
Ma Wei had never seen anything like this kind of vision of heaven and earth. When he thought of the bloody and tearful black crow that appeared on the window sill, he felt vaguely panicked.
"Mrs. Cecil, please wake up the neighbors. If it is an earthquake, there may be aftershocks."
"I see."
Although Mrs. Cecil didn't quite understand what aftershocks were, she could guess from the solemn expression on the priest's face that the aftershocks must be terrible.
At Mrs. Cecil's call, the window knocker who lived on the street corner took a slender bamboo pole and knocked on the windows of houses until all the neighbors were woken up.
Dozens of people gathered at the door of the church, wrapping themselves in thick wool felt to protect themselves from the cold wind and shivering.
"Father...when can we go home?" someone asked tremblingly.
"Wait another hour."
Ma Wei took out his pocket watch and took a look: "Aftershocks may occur within an hour, a day, a week or even a month after the earthquake, or they may not occur at all... I don't know the specific time, but wait a moment It’s always right.”
An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and no aftershocks occurred. Even the oppressive dark clouds in the sky dispersed. The bright moonlight shone on the earth again like a silver veil. Seeing this scene...
Ma Wei finally felt relieved.
"Mrs. Cecil, please go to my kitchen and make some ginger tea to warm everyone up."
After speaking, Ma Wei turned around and looked at the neighbors gathered together, most of whom were believers of the Church of Truth:
"Everyone, the crisis is temporarily over."
The believers had surprised smiles on their faces, but Ma Wei's next words made them worry again.
"After you return home, you must check the house carefully, especially the beams and walls. If there are any cracks, they must be repaired as soon as possible, otherwise it may collapse at any time."
"One...will it definitely collapse?" someone asked weakly.
Ma Wei frowned: "You should consider the consequences of the collapse of the house instead of taking chances."
"As for the repair costs, you don't have to worry. As expressed in the Book of Truth, the kind-hearted goddess Yunia will protect her believers from wind and rain. As long as the reported situation is true, the Truth Church is willing to bear all the repair costs. "
Ma Wei firmly believes that only words with practical actions are reliable.
If you want to develop a church, you cannot just rely on words, especially in this era when major religions are rampant. To stand out, you must pay a price.
Those who are altruistic will get what their heart desires and what their heart desires.
Only those who are short-sighted will be obsessed with temporary gains and losses.
The aftermath work was busy until 1 a.m. Ma Wei dragged his exhausted body back home and fell asleep. The fat orange little black one nestled beside his pillow, curled up his paws and closed his eyes.
2:00.
Ta da da...ta da da....
In a daze, Ma Wei was woken up. He vaguely heard the sound of running in the corridor, very soft, running to the left for a while, and then running back again, as if he was doing some exercise... Wait!
The sound of running? !
Ma Wei did a sit-up, sat up instantly, raised his ears and listened again...
Da da da....
Da da da....
There is someone outside the room!
Damn it!
Ma Wei was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He lived alone, how could there be anyone at home?
Fat Orange and Little Hei runs without making any sound!
Could it be a thief?
"Fat Orange! Fat Orange!"
Subconsciously, Ma Wei wanted to wake up the cats that slept next to his pillow every night, intending to let them "grab" for him.
You have to ask why....
Of course it's because Fat Orange is very good at fighting.
It's easy for three or five cats to get close to him, but the street bully is talking about Fat Orange!
But he came up empty.
At some point, the two cats sleeping next to his pillow disappeared.
He was the only one left in the room, and outside the ajar door, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
Taking a deep breath, Ma Wei calmed himself down. Although he was a liberal arts student and did not like sports in his previous life, the owner of this body was the deputy commander of the fleet, an absolute combat talent, and Ma Wei inherited all the memories of the original body. dimension....
The force value is not low.
So Ma Wei tiptoed and pulled out a small wooden box from under the bed, opened the lock, and took out an old-fashioned pure silver flintlock pistol engraved with floral patterns.
Pour the black powder in the gunpowder pot into a measuring device made of horn, select the amount, and then fill it into the gun chamber. Then Mawei takes out a 49 mm projectile and puts it together with the gasket into the 50 mm caliber. The muzzle of the gun is pressed, and the projectile is pushed into the chamber with a short stick. After ensuring that the projectile is in close contact with the black powder, the shooting is ready.
I don't know if Ma Wei accidentally made a noise when he poked the projectile too hard or something else. The running sound in the corridor disappeared and was replaced by the creaking sound of the stairs.
The other party went downstairs!
After getting this key information, Mawei picked up the kerosene lamp on the side without lighting it, and chased after him.
Crunch...crunch...
The long-term rainy climate makes the humidity in the air extremely high. The stairs decay very quickly, and they inevitably make noise when stepped on.
Ma Wei held a kerosene lamp in one hand and a flintlock pistol in the other, chasing the sound in front of him unhurriedly.
The safest way at the moment is actually to find a way to leave the house and seek help from the patrol police. This method can ensure that Ma Wei spends the night safely.
but....
What about tomorrow?
Will a thief be afraid of a weak master?
So Ma Wei chose the second solution: using a strong attitude to scare the other party away.
He had a gun, and even if it only had one bullet, it would be enough of a deterrent.
On the other hand, after the thief heard the gunfire, he chose to turn around and run away, which means that the other party was afraid. At this time, Ma Wei must not retreat. He must pursue him, but he cannot catch up, deepening the fear in the other party's heart.
Make the other party's thinking become confusing!
Make the other person feel nervous!
Constantly stimulate the other party's psychological boundaries!
When these three are combined, the other party will inevitably have fear.
Just like the horror game - Escape.
Ma Wei has never lost in a psychological game.
A minute later, Mavey arrived at the church.
The church was quiet, and the moonlight shone through the colorful glass, shining brightly on the statue of the God. There was no one on the bench, and there were many water stains on the floor tiles.
The water stains spread from the baptistery, which made Ma Wei very confused. Why did the thief spread the holy water everywhere?
Just when he was puzzled, an orange shadow walked leisurely in front of him.
Fat orange.
Seeing Fat Orange, Ma Wei's whole body felt bad. There was a thief in the house. You just didn't care. Why did he suddenly jump out and scare people?
Who is the master?
But Fat Orange's next move made Ma Wei's eyelids twitch.
It walked to the confessional, sat down, yawned, and then stared at the confessional without moving.
There's someone inside!
Ma Wei narrowed his eyes and looked at the kerosene lamp in his hand.
The confessional is made of pure wood. If you light a kerosene lamp and throw it at the confessional...
He will be invincible.
The other person is probably observing him through the confessional window at this moment.
To burn...or not to burn?
But this idea only lasted for a moment and was rejected by Ma Wei.
Fat Orange was squatting in front of the confession room. If he smashed the kerosene lamp over, he would be able to kill the thief, but Fat Orange would definitely get burned. In this era, burned people or animals...
It usually ends badly.
After thinking for a moment, Ma Wei chose to light the kerosene lamp and put it on a bench nearby.
When the enemy's position has been determined, the light can greatly increase the hit rate of the flintlock gun.
The advantage is mine.
Next we should expand our advantages.
Thinking of this, Ma Wei picked up the flintlock pistol, then picked up the mop hidden behind the statue and began to clean up the water stains on the ground.
He was dragging and cursing, as if complaining about something, until the moment he approached the confessional...
He suddenly hooked the door of the confessional with a mop, pulled out a flintlock pistol with his right hand, and opened the door without giving the other party any time to react!
Boom!
Amidst the muffled sound, the door slammed to the side, and the weak light of the kerosene lamp illuminated the scene in the confession room.
Sitting inside was a little girl wearing white sheets, with a face as fine as jade, and dark blue eyes full of innocence. She was holding Xiao Hei in her arms, and she looked...
There was something familiar about it.
After seeing Ma Wei, she immediately covered her eyes with her little hands and said with a naive smile: "Ah! Dad discovered it!"
