Over the years, the man has been thinking and arguing with himself, and each time he has silenced his other self.
With this, the man defeated the priest. The man on the high platform was blushing. He knocked on the guardrail of the high platform uneasily and angrily.
And those serfs who were watching the debate, they cheered for the man, because the man had no name, so they called him "the chief" or "the farmer". They gathered around the man, and the one named Keck asked him if he could bring that Lord of salvation, impart to them.
"The Lord is there. When you pursue your conscience, He will stand by your side without you having to ask for it." The man said.
When the priest heard these blasphemous words, he got angry and slapped the guardrail. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the priest lowered his head in shame and anger, and left them angrily.
At night, Darab still wondered why the priest didn't stay here for the night.
"Master, he ran away." A serf named Myron said.
"Run away? What are you running away from? What's there to run away from? Did he beat or scold you?" Darab was even more puzzled.
If the priest takes action against the serfs on his farm, the nobleman will never allow it. Everyone here is his extremely valuable property.
"No, sir, he had a quarrel with our farmer about the Lord." Serf Myron answered truthfully.
"Lord? Is your farmer a person who understands theology?" Darab was surprised. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Then is he literate?"
"Knowledge! The farmer is definitely literate! I saw him sometimes writing something on a stick on the ground." The serf Myron saw the intention of promoting the man in Darab's tone and took the initiative to say good things.
Darab happened to have an only son who was twelve years old, and he was worried about finding a competent calligraphy teacher.
Soon, the man was summoned to the mansion by Darab. The noble man sat at the dining table and cordially invited him to sit at the table and eat.
"Farmer," Darab also called him, "I have to ask you to teach my son how to read. From now on, I will give you five more coppers every month."
"I can agree, but..." the man stared at his master, "I will teach in the evening, but I still have to go to farm in the morning."
Darab looked at the man in surprise and gratitude. It was the first time that the noble saw such a responsible slave, and he almost shed tears from the corners of his eyes. He praised the man loudly, saying that the man was an indispensable deputy of this manor.
Darab then praised himself in front of all the servants.
"Only a diligent and kind-hearted person like me will be favored by our beloved Lord of Suffering," he said.
"No," the man interrupted him inappropriately, "suffering does not favor people. Suffering that favors people is not suffering."
Darab looked at the man in surprise. Even though he didn't understand it, he could say such words. This man was undoubtedly knowledgeable. Darab felt that he had chosen the right person.
The man moved to the manor's mansion the next day, to a small but well-furnished room.
After he moved all his belongings, put away Old Fig and his diary, and hid the candlestick, the man hurried back to the field.
The man took the plowing horse from a certain serf and smiled at him.
The serfs knew from this that the men had not abandoned them.
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Teaching people to read is not an easy task.
Especially teaching the only son of a nobleman.
There is no sign of stupidity in Darab's son Cassel. On the contrary, Cassel is more shrewd and clever than his aristocratic father. Such children are not uncommon, and most of them will not listen when they are young. other people's words.
The man was also upset about this. Except for the first few days, Cassel did not give the teacher face, especially since the man was not a few years older than him.
And this kind of children usually have conventional taming methods.
"Kassel." The man closed the book he had opened.
Cassel looked up at him suspiciously.
"Come on, let's go out," the man said.
That night, in the name of going out to have fun, the man took Cassel out of the manor, and the noble child was taken to the fields by the man.
The man went to the serf who was watching the horse, asked for the key, and took out the plowing horse.
It was the first time for Cassel, who had been locked up in the mansion by Darab for a long time, to have such close contact with horses. Although the old horses were thin and had missing corners in their horseshoes, they were enough to amaze Cassel.
The man climbed onto the horse. The old horse had no saddle or stirrups, so he sat directly on its back and pulled Cassel up.
The horse was used to suffering and was very strong. One of them was fifteen and the other was twelve years old. The old horse neighed a few times and soon kicked up its hooves.
The man took advantage of the leisure time to make a simple rein for it. He drove the horse and took Cassel over the guardrail of the manor toward the forest.
In the dark forest, the old horse couldn't run fast, but it was indeed leaping into the forest. Cassel looked at the novel scenery.
The man holds a torch in his hand for lighting.
He examined the marks on each tree, pulled the reins of his horse, and led Cassel to the stream.
"Why did you bring me here?" Cassel couldn't help asking when he saw the man dismounting.
"Beat you." The man pulled Cassel off his horse.
He threw Cassell into the stream and punched his arm with a measured punch.
Cassell was in pain, his eyes turned red, and he stood up to fight back.
The man caught each of his punches. Cassel threw two punches, and the man punched back once.
Until Cassell was in pain all over, his shoulders and arms were bruised and swollen in his silk-embroidered clothes, and he no longer had any strength.
But Cassell had a great time. Facing this rare opponent, he howled like a monkey with excitement and was still eager to try.
The man pushed his head into the water.
Cassel finally begged for mercy.
"You want to kill me! Slave!" Cassel said angrily, his eyes were red with water.
"If you can read, I will kill you once a week." The man said, and slapped Cassell on the shoulder.
Cassell squeezed his eyes in pain, hesitated, and then smiled: "Okay, okay! I promise you!"
The man no longer paid attention to Cassel, he stared at the endless stream.
"There is still water here, and there is also wheat here." The man thought and murmured.
Cassel didn't care what the man was thinking, he pointed at the man and said: "Hey, you don't have a name, do you want me to give you a name?"
"No, I do." The man gave a negative answer.
"What name?" Cassel was surprised.
"There is a future." The man said.
Even during the uprising many years later, Cassell still thought that was a wonderful answer.
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In the process of Cassel's literacy, the man could not avoid talking about his own thoughts. The summary of those years, Cassel, who was at the most restless age, the young master of the aristocratic family, when he encountered these, It's easy to be attracted to this.
While Cassell was tirelessly absorbing those thoughts, he was also fascinated by the man's "I am, I am". This fascination originated from the sense of mystery and novelty, and was later shared by the old Figg and the man. Conquered by condensed faith.
"He said, 'Suffering has no meaning, only salvation does.'?" Cassell asked curiously.
"Yes," the man stared from the window, looking at the simple dwellings of the serfs, "Shanbu people are not born to suffer."
"What is the meaning of salvation?"
"The meaning of it is..." The man spit out the answer he had spent nearly ten years acquiring, "gentle wind, drizzle, and rolling thunder."
The God on the side, the God they could not see, turned his head and stared at the man.
He got up early every day to work on the farm, lectured on scriptures with other serfs, and every night he went to teach Kassel how to read and discuss faith and hope.
These were certainly easy days, and they lasted for a few years.
However, men understand that this kind of life is not what they deserve.
In fact, destiny is not without twists and turns.
Darab accidentally slipped and fell off a cliff while he was out hunting.
When his servants found him, only his clothes were left on the ground.
Bad luck always comes in waves.
Darab's farm was soon targeted by a relative of the viscount, who sent someone to take it over. Since Darab did not leave a will, he forcibly denied Kassel's inheritance rights and claimed that Kassel You are only eligible to inherit the mansion but not the manor. To this end, the viscount united with several other viscounts.
Soon, the weak Cassel could no longer stay in the mansion. The court had ruled that Cassel only had the right to stay temporarily, which lasted until he reached adulthood.
The new viscount who took over the farm did not have to worry about the farm's harvest every day like Darab. Like other nobles, he sent his personal servants and guards to serve as overseers for these serfs.
The leisurely days of just farming are over.
The serfs were put on heavier and heavier shackles. In addition to farming, they were ordered to weave, breed, etc., as well as compulsory labor imposed on them, and to hand over a quarter of their property every quarter.
After being thrown into backbreaking labor, many serfs could no longer support themselves and fell ill. When the harvest from the land was insufficient, the viscount would forcibly confiscate half of their property to make up for it until the serfs could no longer pay twenty copper derricks. Sometimes, the viscount would send new, younger serfs, cut off one of the fingers of the original serfs, and drive them away like replacement parts.
The serfs fell back into hell.
And the man who told them scripture stories.
One night, the man climbed into Cassel's room by climbing through the window.
The man held his shoulders and only uttered a word, but the veins in his body tensed.
"uprising!"
