My British Empire

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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 southwestern part of England is basically passed out through the port of Plymouth.

In the early morning, when other areas were still sleeping, the entire port had already woken up, and dock workers had already lined up, ready to accept a day's work.

And the tax officers and policemen at the pier, rubbing their sleepy eyes, came over step by step, ready to start their day's work.

Unlike the officials who arrived late, many merchant ships docked early in the morning at the pier, waiting for the opening of the pier.

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 yelled 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, as if they had been hinted by the leader, the workers immediately carried it at a high speed, and the speed was more than a little faster, and it was like wind on the soles of their feet.

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

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

Not much time, about half an hour.

The reason for such a long time is also due to the government's regulations. The workers' bodies can't bear it even after working for a long time.

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

The more time the workers rest, the more cargo ships will be waiting at the dock. As a result, there will be more price increases, even more lucrative than before.

Under a building on 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.

Ah? The flaxen-colored worker chewed vigorously a few times, then took a sip of the cold water he 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 said that, the flaxen-colored long-haired worker said bitterly, and then he was full of envy for Lev who was beside him.

You know, the bread has risen to two pennies now, and Lev is one penny more than him, so he can buy that kind of soft bread with fewer stones and wood chips. It is so happy.

Joseph, don't worry, although there are fewer cargo ships with price increases in the afternoon, there are still many, and you will definitely come across them!

Looking at the envious expression on his good friend's face, Lev comforted him.

Excuse me! Joseph didn't seem to appreciate it, and responded in a disappointed tone, and then ate his own bread silently.

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

The same is true for other people. They put the hard bread in water to make it soft, 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 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.

That's right! 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 Lord's gospel and bring the Lord's gift to the New World. They are really great people!

…………

As soon as the word missionary was uttered, the discussion among the workers immediately became more and more heated.

Seeing this scene, Elvis couldn't help feeling a little anxious. As a first-time preacher, he lacked some experience.

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

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

At this moment, the workers calmed down. No matter which priest they were, they all had a higher status than them, that is, to be serious and obedient was the consensus in their minds.

Everyone, God is just, omnipotent, omniscient, omniscient, and everything that the Almighty Lord says and does is correct!

After the words were finished, 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 wonderful 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 also requires various rituals. As long as you have the Lord in your heart, everyone is a bishop and everyone is the Pope...

I am 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 everyone tomorrow!

After Elvis explained to everyone with a smile, he left quickly.