Male Meng Po

In the afternoon, the sun was hot, and many women in tutu skirts were working in the fields.

This is a small village located in a remote area. There are dozens of families scattered in the village, but the nearby town is not far away.

Many people are proud of living here, because there is a town nearby, which is very prosperous, and as the nearest village to the town, many things are very convenient.Some people also said that living in this place is as kind as at home and feels very happy.

Whether it is happiness or not, he doesn't know, he just can see from the patch after patch on the women's clothes that they are not rich.

It was the harvest time, and the wheat ears in the field were ready and thrown into the cart. A woman closest to him stood up and shouted: "Mu En, hurry up, move the things back."

Moon.

This is his name?

He didn't remember, but instinctively felt that he shouldn't be here, his name was Mu En, and he was completely different from the people here.

Where is the difference?

He didn't seem to be in such a world before.

Strangely enough, he couldn't remember anything.

The woman in front waved her hands and yelled several times. The man called Mu En finally set off, grabbed the handle of the cart, and pushed the cart towards the village.

It's strange, this kind of behavior is very strange, he should never have done this kind of work before, but from what the woman said, he is a worker who specializes in helping people move things.

His strength is indeed great.

Mu En pushed the cart back and passed a ravine. The wooden wheels got stuck on the rocks. He pushed too hard, and the small wooden cart overturned immediately.The ears of rice as high as the hills on top were scattered all over the ground.

The women's laughter came from afar, and Mu En tilted her head and raised her arms.

His arm was cut by the stone and bleeding.

Will he get hurt?

No, it's okay for people to get hurt and bleed red blood, but he just felt that something was wrong.

It should be said that this world is wrong from beginning to end.

Mu En got up, collected the ears of wheat, and continued to push them into the village.This is something to be sent over, and he can get a copper coin for every ten times.

Mu En worked for a whole day, and only got six copper coins in the end. He didn't know whether these copper coins were more or less, but felt that the copper coins were really ugly. The gold coins were rough enough, but the copper coins were even rougher. The engraved pattern can be seen vaguely.

gold?

Has he ever seen gold coins?

"Mu En? You're injured!" In the village, a woman came out of her white house. When she saw Mu En, she exclaimed, and quickly stepped forward to pull him, "Come on, I'll give you the medicine."

Mu En nodded, followed the woman to the edge of the window and sat down, watching her skillfully rinse the wound on Mu En's arm with water and apply the hemostatic medicine she made.Then he found a clean cloth bandage and bandaged his wound tightly.

"Take it apart in three days." The woman said with a smile.

Mu En nodded: "How much copper coins should I pay you?"

The woman chuckled: "It's just a little herbal medicine, no money, or if you have time, help me move something."

A middle-aged woman who came out to do laundry next to her laughed and said, "Marcia, you must have taken a fancy to this young man who just moved in."

Marcia raised her eyebrows: "If I treat someone without charging, then I'm attracted to them, so I'm interested in everyone in this village."

The middle-aged woman laughed out loud: "Just kidding." After speaking, she said: "Garcia, I woke up today and found that my arms are itchy and red. Help me find out what's wrong."

Garcia leaned forward, rolled up the sleeves of the middle-aged woman and took a look: "It's a bug bite, I'll make you some medicine."

Middle-aged woman: "Thank you very much. Garcia, it's great to have you in the village."

Garcia smiled and said, "When I came to this village, I had nothing. Everyone helped me build this log cabin. It's just for medical treatment. You're welcome."

The middle-aged woman agreed with a smile.

Mu En watched quietly as Garcia chatted with the middle-aged woman, and then a few people from the village came. They all had minor bumps or illnesses, and Garcia helped them treat them.

This is a doctor, Mu En thought in his heart, and he is a very benevolent doctor.

But the people here don't seem to have much concept of doctors, they just think Garcia is very powerful.

Towards evening, the last guest came to Garcia's house, a handsome young man.He didn't have any disease, let alone any discomfort, he just came to see Garcia.

The youngest and most handsome boy in the village is Tolan, who is in love with Garcia.

Mu En left quietly, and when she passed by the two, she even listened to their plans for their future life.

With a faint smile on Garcia's face, everything looks so beautiful.

Maybe living here is really very happy.Mu En thought to herself.

It's just that such days didn't last long, but in three or four days, the village was hit by a news and the whole village was boiling.

A church had recently been erected in the town, and the priest was to preach there with his assistant, a cleric.

The priest is a big man to the poor people in a small village, a big man who can never be provoked.

What's more, many people now believe that the church represents the gods, and missionaries are the messengers sent by the gods to spread the will of the gods in the world.

In order to welcome the arrival of the missionaries, the people in the village spontaneously arranged the cleanest and brightest room in the village, arranged the podium, and waited for the arrival of the two missionaries.

The next day, two missionaries came.

The leading missionary had brown hair, a tall hooked nose, and brown eyes. He looked at everyone with pity, and a smile was always on the corner of his mouth.And the man standing behind him, with black hair, black eyes and thin lips, made Mu En feel very kind.Even if this dark-haired man had a sullen face from beginning to end, as if the world owed him.

It's just that when he saw Mu En, his expression softened a little, revealing a gentle expression.

The missionary introduced himself as Summerfield, and the black-haired man behind him was Eleven.

The opening was very simple, followed by a long speech, but everyone present listened intently, and some even began to clasp their hands and pray silently.

"God will bless you. Only by obeying the words of the gods can you be free." The missionary said, and then began to bless everyone.

It is very simple to bless, make a few gestures, then stroke their heads and say a few words of blessing.

The simplicity of the ceremony made Mu En feel ridiculous.

There are gods, but gods are not omnipotent.

And most gods don't really care much about the lives of mortals like ants.What they care about is broader things. As long as the world does not perish, the loss of half of human beings due to disasters is not a particularly serious problem for the gods in the sky.

As long as the cause and effect will not be carried on your back.

……cause and effect?

Mu En lowered his head and pondered. At this time, the missionary walked up to Mu En. Seeing that he did not show the same pious expression as the others, he felt a little dissatisfied and said, "What's your name?"

Mu En looked up blankly.

"Are you praying?" said the missionary. "People are born sinful, and only by praying to God every day can they ascend to heaven after death."

Mu En was silent.

You can go to heaven just by praying?

No, no matter whether you pray or not, the only ones who can receive forgiveness of sins and ascend to heaven are those with truly pure souls.

"I think he's just thinking about God's will." Eleven, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward and smiled at the missionary, "Do you think so?"

The missionary looked at Mu En's appearance, nodded after a while, made a gesture of blessing, and then put his hand on Mu En's head: "Lost lamb, the gods will bless you and lead you on the right path." After a dry sentence, he skipped Mu En and came to Marcia behind him.

Marcia looked a little nervous, but she still lowered her head, waiting for the blessing piously.

Marcia is a very beautiful girl, with a high nose, big eyes, blond hair and blue eyes.Many people said that she and Tolan were very suitable, one is a beautiful and kind woman, the other is a handsome and capable boy.

The missionary looked at Marcia for a while, then extended his hand to bless and walked towards the others.Marcia lowered her head and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu En didn't notice what happened behind him, he just looked up at Eleven, the handsome black-haired Eleven was standing in front of him, he lowered his head, his face getting closer and closer.

Just when Mu En thought he was going to kiss her lips, Eleven smiled, her deep and hoarse laughter was very sexy, Eleven took a step back, without saying anything, and passed Mu En.

Everyone lowered their heads to pray, and the missionary turned his back to this direction, no one noticed what happened.

The blessing was over soon, and the missionary announced that he would leave tomorrow and go to the next village.But as his assistant, Eleven will be stationed in this village as a missionary here.

Eleven was welcomed by everyone, and everyone was discussing where to build a church.It is very important for a village to have its own church.But before that, Priest Eleven needed a temporary residence.

The unsmiling black-haired priest chose Moon's residence.

Everyone has no objection, Mu En's residence is not newly built, but after a widowed old man passed away, Mu En happened to come here, so he simply lived in it.The old man's house is very dilapidated, but there are many rooms. It is said that the old man once had a son, but unfortunately died of illness early, leaving only the old man who did not live long, so there are two bedrooms in Mu En's house, one of which is empty.

"Mu En, the priest chose you. This is the favor of the gods." The most prestigious person in the village approached Mu En privately and said, "Give the best house to the priest. Don't worry, he will move out after the church is built. of."

Mu En nodded in agreement.

Just after we separated from this prestigious old gentleman, we met a middle-aged woman, and handed Mu En a basket of bread: "Give this to the priest, this is the softest bread, which is different from the hard bread you often eat. Don't steal it, what the priest left is yours."

Mu En took the bread.

Then, several such things happened, and Mu En, who returned to her room, deeply realized how much the people here believed in the so-called gods.

It didn't really matter.

Believers and faith have always been the relationship between offering and being enshrined.

The pile in his hand, as well as the bedroom he was destined to give up, belonged to the tribute.

It's just that the missionary may be dissatisfied with the tribute, at least he is dissatisfied with the room he enshrined.Because not long after Mu En lay on the bed at night, the noble missionary left his room, ran to Mu En, and climbed onto his bed.