My British Empire

  Chapter 406 Missionaries in the port

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  Devon, Plymouth, the port city.

  Due to the prosperity of commerce and the intensification of commercial exchanges between the Netherlands and England, the entire port of Plymouth is particularly prosperous and rich.

  The wool in the southwest of England is basically passed out through the port of Plymouth.

  Early in the morning, while other areas were still sleeping, the entire port had already woken up. The dock workers had already lined up, ready to accept a day's work.

  The tax officials and police officers at the pier, rubbing their sleepy eyes, came step by step, ready to start a day's work.

  Different from the officials who arrived late, many merchant ships docked at the pier early in the morning, waiting for the pier to open.

   Following the order of the tax officer, all the dock workers rushed in like a tide, and under the command of the leader, they were divided into small teams to carry out the transportation.

  The captains also shouted happily, urging the workers to go faster.

   And the workers always agree feebly and continue to work.

At this time, the clever leader smiled and pulled the captains aside and made some reasonable and reasonable requests. Due to the time requirement, the captains could only look bitter. From the purse that the tax officer had opened, he took out a few shillings again.

  Afterwards, they seemed to have received a cue from the leader, and the workers immediately started carrying them at high speed.

  In this way, the merchants can only feel pain and happiness, watching their goods being carried down one by one.

  The morning passed in a blink of an eye. The workers had been busy all morning. When the sun was in the middle of the sky, they stopped to drink a few sips of water and eat some bread.

  Not much time, about half an hour.

  The reason why it lasts so long is also due to the government's regulations. After working for a long time, the workers' bodies can't bear it.

   Of course, the leaders of the exploiting workers, that is, the collective deliberation of the foremen, also agreed to this request.

  The workers have more time to rest, so there will be more cargo ships waiting at the dock. As a result, there will be more price increases, and it will even be more profitable than before.

  Under a building at the pier, a dozen workers sat on the clean ground with their backs against the wall, eating the black bread in their hands without any scruples, talking and laughing.

   "I said, Lev, how many ships did you go to in the morning?"

  A worker with a dusty face, long black hair scattered on his head, and green eyes chewed bread in his mouth, and asked the flaxen worker beside him.

   "Huh?" The flaxen-colored worker chewed vigorously a few times, took a sip of the cold water brought from home, swallowed the bread in his mouth, and then said:

   "Two trips, but there is an extra charge for one trip, hehe!" Speaking of this, the flaxen-haired worker smiled happily, showing several yellow and black teeth.

   "Hey! Three pennies! That's pretty good!" The black worker was a little surprised, and he patted Lev's shoulder happily, "I'll only make two trips, just two pennies!"

   "There is a captain who doesn't pay too much, what a cheapskate!"

   As he spoke, the flaxen-colored long-haired worker said bitterly, and then he was full of envy for Lev who was beside him.

  You know, now the price of bread has risen to two pennies, and Lev is one penny more than him, so he can buy a soft bread with fewer stones and wood chips, which is really blissful.

   "Joseph, don't worry, although there are fewer cargo ships with a price increase in the afternoon, there are still many, and you will definitely encounter them!"

   Lev looked at his good friend's envious expression and comforted him.

   "Thank you for your kind words!" Joseph didn't seem to appreciate it, and responded in a disappointed tone, and ate his own bread silently.

  Seeing this, Lev had nothing to do. He is also the kind of person who is not good at words. He has tried his best to say what he said just now. Since it still doesn't work, he can only eat his own bread silently.

  Others did the same. They put the hard bread in water to soften it, and then swallowed it little by little. During the whole process, everyone was speechless.

   In less than ten minutes, everyone had finished eating the bread, and chatted again in full swing.

   At this time, a person came from not far away, who seemed to be similar to them, and they were all dock workers.

  He walked in front of everyone, met everyone's curious looks, smiled easily, and then said:

   "Don't get me wrong, I'm just a missionary!"

   "Missionaries? Haven't we already believed in the state religion? Why are there still missionaries?" A worker immediately asked.

   "Yes! Besides, missionaries usually go out to sea with boats, so how could they come to the pier!"

   "Yes, I often see missionaries running with merchant ships. I heard that they also want to spread the gospel of the Lord and bring the gift of the Lord to the New World. They are really great people!"

  ...

  As soon as the word missionary was uttered, the workers immediately started talking about it, and it even became more and more heated.

   Seeing this scene, Elvis couldn't help but feel a little anxious. As a first-time missionary, he lacks some experience.

   "Okay, everyone, let me explain to you that what I belong to is also the state religion, or it may not be the state religion. Please tell me what you have heard!"

  Elvis smiled, looked at the workers, and said loudly.

  At this time, the workers calmed down. No matter which priest they were, they were all of higher status than them. That was the consensus in their minds to be serious and obedient.

   "Everyone, God is just, omnipotent, omniscient, omniscient, and everything that the Almighty Lord has said and done is correct!"

   After saying this, the workers nodded repeatedly, with pious expressions on their faces.

   Seeing this, Elvis continued:

  “Therefore, we should all read the Bible aloud, and strictly follow the requirements in the Bible to live, so that we will be watched by our Lord, and on the day of judgment in the future, we will ascend to heaven and enjoy all the good life!”

   "In the eyes of our Lord, all believers are equal, there is no difference between bishops and believers..."

   "Only, and only, the Bible is the only authority for our believers. All books other than the Bible are superfluous and cumbersome..."

   "Faith is independent and free from any constraints. Neither the government nor anyone can affect our beliefs..."

   "Belief in the Lord does not require red tape, but requires various rituals. As long as you have the Lord in your heart, everyone is a bishop and everyone is the Pope..."

   is talking to him with gusto. And when the workers were listening with gusto, there was a sudden shout from the side.

   "Elvis, it's time to work!" "Here comes—"

   "Don't worry, everyone, I will continue to tell you tomorrow!"

   Elvis explained to everyone with a smile, and then left quickly.

  (end of this chapter)