Tang Zhangwei arched his hand to Tang Zhaozong and said, "My subordinates are late to save the driver, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "It's okay, let's not care about you, let's help me exterminate this gang of rebels who have no king." ”

The leader of the black wizard laughed and said

"Okay, you faint king, when we were useful, you let us be the king, and now you see that we are threatened, you want to kill people." ”

Empress He shouted: "Where is Bai Cunxiao'an? ”

Bai Cunxiao said: "The end will be here. ”

Empress He said: "Bai Cunxiao, you killed this bastard for me, this guy is an out-and-out thief." ”

Bai Cunxiao said: "Okay! ”

Bai Cunxiao slapped his horse and rushed towards the leader of the black-clothed wizard, and a puppet rushed out and blocked in front of Bai Cunxiao's horse.

Bai Cunxiao's spear pierced the puppet through a sugar gourd and lifted it high.

The badass puppet with sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet suddenly died.

Next to her, a female puppet shouted heartbreakingly: "My son, Zhou Mingjian, you died so miserably!" ”

The exterior of the King's Bridge Cathedral is really unpleasant. The building is low and spacious, with thick walls and small windows. It was built before Tom's generation, when builders didn't yet understand the importance of proportion. Tom's generation knew that a truly straight wall is stronger than a thick wall, and that as long as the arch of the window happens to be semicircular, a large window can open into the wall. From a distance, the church looked a little crooked, but when Tom got closer, he saw why: a pair of towers in the west wing, one of which had collapsed. He was pleased. The new Vice-President might be willing to rebuild it. The hope in my heart quickens the pace of my feet. He had just been hired at the Earl's Castle and it was sad to see his new owner defeated and captured. He felt that he could not be so disappointed any longer.

He glanced at Alan. He was afraid that one day she would decide that he would not find a job before they all starved to death, so she would leave him. She smiled at him, and then frowned again at the sight of the cathedral's gloomy appearance. He had noticed that she was always at odds with the priests and monks. He didn't know if she was guilty that they weren't actually married in the eyes of the church.

The monastery is full of life and hard work. Tom had seen lazy and busy monasteries, but Kingbridge was an exception. It seems that the spring cleaning was done three months ahead of schedule. Outside the stables, two monks were feeding the horses, a third was scrubbing the harness, and a few trainees were cleaning the dung. More monks were cleaning the rooms next to the stables, and outside a cart was parked with hay waiting to be spread on clean ground.

However, no one was working at the collapsed tower. Tom looked at the pile of stones, and that was all that was left of the tower. The tower must have been falling for years, for the broken edges of the stones had been washed away by the frost and rain, and the collapsed stucco had long since been washed away, and the pile of stones had sunk into the soft mud for an inch or two. It is unusual that the cathedral is supposed to be a respectable place and that it has not been renovated for so long. The old vice-president must have been idle or incompetent, or both. Tom may have arrived just when the monks were planning to rebuild the cathedral. He's finally got lucky.

"Nobody knows me," Allen said.

"When have you been here?" Tom asked her.

"Thirteen years ago."

"No wonder they'll forget about you."

As he passed the west side of the church front, Tom opened a large wooden door and looked inside. The nave is gloomy, with an antique wooden ceiling on thick pillars. However, several monks were painting the walls with long-handled brushes, while the rest were sweeping the rammed floor. The new vice-president is clearly going to refresh the place. This is a hopeful sign. Tom closed the door.

In the kitchen yard outside the church, a group of friars gathered around a trough of dirty water, brushing pots and kitchen utensils with sharp stones to wipe soot and grease from the pots and kitchen utensils. Their knuckles are rough and red from prolonged immersion in ice-cold water. When they saw Allen, they turned around with a slight smile.

Tom asked a red-faced midshipman where he could find the secretary. Strictly speaking, he should be looking for a priest, because the construction of the church is the responsibility of the priest; However, the secretary is generally more approachable. Anyway, in the end, it is up to the vice president to make the decision. The apprentice pointed to a semi-basement in the house that circled the courtyard to him. Tom walked in through an open door, followed by Alan and the children. They all stood at the doorway and looked into the darkness inside.

Tom could tell at a glance that the houses were newer and more structurally solid than the church. The air is dry and there is no rancid smell. In fact, the mixed aroma of the stored food caused him a sharp pain in his stomach because he hadn't eaten in two days. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the interior, he saw that the semi-basement had a good stone floor, stubby pillars and barrel vaults. Then he noticed a tall, balding man scooping salt from a bucket into a pot. "Are you a secretary?" Tom said, but the man raised his hand to stop talking, and Tom could tell that he was counting. They all waited silently for him to finish counting. Finally he said, "Forty spoons plus nineteen, all right, sixty spoons," he said, putting the spoon down.

Tom said, "My name is Tom, and I am a builder, and I am willing to rebuild the tower in the northwest corner for you." ”

"My name is Cuthbert, and they call me Whitehead, and I am the head of this monastery, and I am willing to fix the tower," replied the man, "but we will have to ask Vice-Chancellor Philip." Have you heard that we have a new vice president? ”

"I heard." Cuthbert was the kind of friendly monk he thought, and he was easy to deal with. He must love to chat. "It seems that this newbie intends to give the monastery a new look."

Kathbert nodded. But he didn't want to spend money on it. Have you noticed that all the work is done by the monks themselves? He was reluctant to hire artisans - he said that the monastery had too many people. ”

This is bad news. "What do the monks think?" Tom asked, knocking sideways.

Cuthbert laughed, his wrinkles deepening. "You're a smart man, Tom the builder. You're thinking, it's not often that you see monks working so hard. Well, the new deputy dean did not force anyone. But according to his interpretation of the precepts of St. Benedict, those who do manual work can eat meat and drink wine, while those who only read the Bible and pray can only eat salted fish and drink light beer. He also has a bunch of detailed explanations

(End of chapter)