Dragged on a business trip by the leader...... Today's three watches - that is, to make up for the previous two days - sorry......

The average life expectancy of women in the Western Continent is between seventy-eight and eighty-one years, and there is no doubt that the women of Strong Jacob are the group that lags behind, and the oldest of each woman surnamed Strong Jacob probably only lived to be fifty years old, which is inseparable from the fact that men despise and hate themselves - from the beginning of a baby's croaking to the ground, even in the present material wealth, the only thing that the baby girl feeds on is rice soup and whey (that is, the leftover material after milk is converted into cheese) - Their mothers had milk, but it was for the boys, and the boy of Strong Jacob, if he was regarded as an heir by his father and elders, or if he was more valued, could continue to eat human milk until he got tired of it, and adult males occasionally added this output to their recipes. 【Book by】

Their mothers were impatient to take care of a girl, because she was as sinful as they were, and they preferred to give birth to and care for a boy who was destined to go to heaven. Some young mothers deliberately leave their baby girl wrapped open and leave it outside the door to let the cold winter wind blow for hours; Pinch a small lump of bread and stuff it into their mouths, and put a blanket over their noses; Earlier, they would carry the child to the stream, the woods, and the salt well, and then come back empty-handed, and some might ask, they would say that the child had been taken by a wolf, but more often than not, especially the men, they didn't care about the whereabouts of a baby girl — if it weren't for the attention of the monks of Saint Jared and the elders (who read the scriptures to every dead child, after all), maybe in a few decades the men of Strong Jacob would have had to get women in from outside.

It was absolutely impermissible, and both the saint Jared, agreed that women were inherently sinful, and that the outside, those who were well-fed and lavishly dressed. Debauched and uneducated and disciplined, are a pack of demons sprayed with miasma and venom.

So, in the hands of a mother, one dies. The two girls were forgiven, but the mother was warned that if the third child died, she would be considered a witch who was practicing sorcery.

When they are a little older, that is, they are able to chew solid food like adults without milk (although they have never eaten it) and start helping with the work, in the living room, in the kitchen, on the farm. In the workshop, in the weaving factory, there is always work to be done; By the way, there are also classes, prayers. Doing Mass, listening to the teachings of Saint Jared, being ridiculed and beaten by the boys, being driven around, and the three sticks that must be had before going to bed are not punishments, but reminders. Remind them of the lowly and lowly position they are in—all of which form the first decade of every Strong Jacob woman's life.

After the age of ten, if you are born beautiful, then you are blessed, and you can be the wife of Strong, Jacob, who may be your uncle, your uncle. Or maybe it's your grandfather and grandfather, and you're going to go to him, and you're going to be with a dozen or so wives from before, and you're going to serve him in and out of the room with all your might, and continue to work. Pray, say Mass, listen to the teachings of the saints, and in a few years, you will be able to have children, you must have to give birth to boys.

Generally speaking, the women of Strang Jacob have only four or five years, or even two or three years, to have children, because they have only one husband, and he takes a wife almost every year.

The wife who gave birth to a boy was no better than the wife who gave birth to a girl, and for a few years she might have been able to take a few more pieces of bread and eat cheese, chicken, beef, and wine than the latter, but when they reached the age of forty (or younger), if they had not died of illness or exhaustion, almost all the women would have been expelled, except for a few lucky ones who had been left behind for various special reasons, who were full of fear of the outside world, who knew nothing, who had no diploma, and who had no work experience. With only a thin identity document, they don't even know how to find almshouses and churches. They would just curl up stupidly in the corner closest to their former home, waiting for someone willing to take them back, and they would be able to starve and die of hunger and thirst for hundreds of hours in a row; Others will walk to the middle of the highway in a daze, waiting for the truck to whizz and knock itself away; Some people go to the abandoned salt wells, which are full of deadly pits, cliffs, dry wells, and wild beasts; Only a handful of them dare to face the horrors and depravity of the outside world that have been rendered all day and night, and take the car that is willing to take them to other cities, where they can only do dirty, hard, simple work that does not require any brains, but at the very least, they can live for two more years.

Teresa was one of them, but she was one of the rare women who had been blessed with the blue eye of fate, and just as her husband had loaded her and several other wives into the car to be transported directly to the side of the highway to be lost, the saint Jared sent for her, because her deported brother Harry. Strong Jacob was recovered, and was welcomed and favored by the saint Jared, who took off the ring from his finger and gave him new clothes and shoes, arranged for him the best place to live—right next to the saint's chambers, and gave the right (a very small part) to the son, who was not very young.

Harry's mother is dead, and the only one they can find is Teresa. She was his half-sister, and they dressed her up and brought her to Harry, so that he could remember the precious affection.

However, Deran could see at a glance that her presence might still be of some use to Harry in the past, but now standing here was Stefan, an outsider who had been baptized and named by a pagan, and Hyman was still his own brother, although not the same mother, hadn't he been exiled? The Sage Jared was his father, and Stefan showed no mercy to his men.

In addition, the monks and elders who died of various diseases and accidents during the year were also blood relatives of Stefan.

And she's just a woman, a woman who is exhausted, has a withered face, and has no survival value in Strong's conceptions, what else can those people expect from her? Even if it was her little brother, Stefan did have a trace of tolerance and compassion for her, but that didn't mean she could shake any of his decisions - Delan had only lived in this world for more than thirty years, but she still had a pair of sharp eyes - Stefan had his own goals, so important that neither the entire White Salt City nor the Overseer Sect could slow him down, and he took them, but he didn't want to hold them tightly in his arms and put them on his head like every saint before him, like Jared before, neither a scepter nor a crown, but a tool, a tool to open the way of the difficult path, along which he could get to where he had to go.

In this process, he will not be stingy, nor will he cherish these two tools.

The old saint died, and Stefan became the new saint surrounded by the elders and monks, and he allowed them to continue to call him Jared, and he was willing to let their daughters and sisters serve him, just like the saint Jared before him, and he even agreed to choose wives from among them, and he did not change the classes of Strong Jacob in a big way, as people feared and feared, elders or elders, monks and monks, men and men, women and women.

He also prayed and instructed Strong Jacob every morning and every night, published his writings, distributed photographs, custom-made extravagant clothing and jewelry, renovated and decorated the old saint's room (which is now his room), held one Mass of Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, and Remembrance, and generously rewarded the monks who prayed for him all night and the elders who supported him. The innumerable amount of silver money flowed out like a great river flowing into the ocean, but it made many people let go of their uneasy hearts, money, as long as the White Salt City and the sect existed, it would fall like rain and snow in the sky, and there would never have to be a day when it would dry up—if there really was a new saint who regarded money and fame as dung and sin, and refused to touch a star, they would have to be truly saddened—now it was business as usual, and as for the people on it were called, Harry, Stefan or Jared, what does it have to do with them?

The only thing that the new saint bears little like the old saint is perhaps his soft-heartedness, leaving the old and decrepit Teresa to take care of the young maids, and building a simple monastery in the abandoned salt well district to keep the old, ugly, and abandoned women of Strong Jacob dependent.

None of this mattered, the new saint did not say that women were not sinful, nor did he elevate them to better positions than in the past, nor did he forbid the men of Strong Jacob to take more wives.

It's just a monastery, and the new saint is right, since these women have served Strong Jacob, then it's not a good thing to let them just go out and serve other men, so what's wrong with letting them continue to serve the Lord and pray for Strong Jacob in the deserted courtyard?

This action of the new saint is like throwing a pebble into the great river, the great river will not change its direction because of this, and the pebble will not leave any trace on the surface of the river, but it will sink to the bottom of the river and occupy a place there, although it seems to be so small.

Deran saw it, but she didn't say anything.

Like every night, the New Sage would let out a low, painful, desperate howl in his sleep in that richly decorated room, and he stumbled out of bed, whipped his back with a bitter whip, prayed all night, and stayed up all night—Deran, the only one allowed to sleep outside his room, could hear it clearly, but she never uttered a word.

(To be continued)

((One second to remember)