Old Borg walked on the simple road of the village, full of factional struggles within his church. He had believed in Talona for decades, and it was uncomfortable to suddenly ask him to reverse the doctrine.
Recently, those medical schools are all new pastors, and they are among the outstanding young people trained in Coldwind City last year. This group of people was greatly influenced by Lord Hugo, and became restless after becoming Talona's pastor.
By the way, this group of people is very capable of harvesting faith by giving medical assistance to the residents in the city, and they have grown very rapidly. In addition, they are backed by the lord, they are very courageous, their power is expanding rapidly, and the number is increasing.
In fact, the fundamentalists also admit that giving ordinary residents medical protection can quickly get promoted. But they are all similar to the old Borg, and they can't let go of their past thoughts for a while.
"Oh..., I hope you don't fight." Old Borg muttered to himself.
In the entire Northland, and even the entire Faerun continent, the followers of Talona suffered discrimination and blows like a rat crossing the street. They can only hide in remote villages and towns and steal their lives. For example, the old Borg stayed in the Black Forest and was very miserable.
The fundamentalists did not dare to offend Lord Hugo at all. Because Coldwind City is the only area where believers of the'Mother of Disease' can openly move, it provides protection and gives them room for development.
Thinking about it, the village at night is even more lively. Old Borg turned his head to look at a rudimentary hall in the center of the village, knowing that it was reading a newspaper routinely.
There are more than 200 households in the village with a population of 500 or 600. Every day, 40 or 50 people are gathered in groups to study in the hall. They are all ignorant mud legs, what to learn
But the lord has a rigid rule for the promotion of the village head—a quarter of the population must be out of blindness.
In terms of education, Coldwind City is very willing to spend money. Your lord links almost all benefits with education, and he publicly expressed his dislike of leading ignorant fools.
What is good at the top will be great at the bottom.
The leaders promote education, and the officials underneath will naturally find ways to implement it. Even the apprentice wizard wants to gain new knowledge, the easiest way is to go to school as a teacher.
This newly-built village holds newspaper reading meetings every night. The village head is also a young man who came out of the city. After graduating from elementary school and choosing an official career, he has to teach a group of illiterate people to study blindly every day.
"Oh... it's really hard."
The old Borg was quite slanderous about Victor Hugo's many policies. It's not that the policies are bad, but that these policies have forcibly suppressed many noble and decent people in the past.
For example, the village chief who is reading the newspaper in the village hall is actually just a young man in his twenties. If in the past, he could rely on the nobles to find a decent job as a tutor, or be a scribe, and with luck, be a tax officer.
But the lord said that scholars should work hard, kicking the recently graduated students to the bottom to become village officials. It takes at least three years to get promoted.
Old Borg sighed for the group of young people, and there was no lord in the world who was more difficult to serve than Victor Hugo. That kid has too many messes, playing tricks to make things happen.
But for the church, an ignorant head does not produce any faith, just as a rock does not exist consciously. Faith is only available to intelligent creatures.
And wisdom is not innate, it needs education.
Therefore, pastors like the old Borg are very entangled. They also want to help promote education and promote faith by the way. But Uncle Zhou refused-I will destroy anyone who dares to use Lao Tzu's education. I can only do this work, and the pastor stepped aside.
"Victor just broke a lot."
Old Borg was very angry about this. He actually wanted to help, but he was reprimanded by the lord face to face, and he didn't give him any affection-anyone who dared to disobey this matter would really be put to death.
So now Coldwind City has many priests, such as the goddess of business, the goddess of magic, the goddess of the night, the goddess of the moon, and the goddess of the elves.
But no one dared to mess around and watch each other-I can't preach, and neither can you. Everyone can only get the power of faith from Victor Hugo alone, and must abide by the rules.
The newspaper reading in the village hall is basically news from all over the Northland. In addition, there are knowledge of the door of truth extracted from the altar of faith, including astronomy, geography, and humanities.
For many villagers, these messages are like listening to the heavenly scriptures, but they are so attractive. Many of them have never left the place where they were born in their entire lives. They work in the fields every day, and what they see and hear is very limited.
A newspaper will be recited repeatedly, and some special stories will be widely circulated. The residents of Coldwind City met to discuss what happened tens of miles, hundreds of miles, or even thousands of miles away, which greatly broadened their knowledge.
This seems to be more gossip, but it is of great benefit to the cultivation of basic qualities and even the tempering of beliefs.
Old Borg stayed in the Black Forest. He originally thought he was "reading poetry and books", but now he found that the "ink" in his belly was getting more and more insufficient.
Occasionally, villagers talked and argued, playing "Two Children Arguing Day". Ask the old Borg to judge that he couldn't answer and ran away in shame.
"Damn Victor, it's all about him. The villagers used to cheat. They listened to what I said. I said the sun is Fangfang, and they nodded in approval.
It's getting harder and harder to deceive people now, and the ignorant villagers even dare to question me. It made me lose face many times. "Old Borg kicked the rock on the ground like he was kicking his bad friend.
All intellectuals in Coldwind City have the same idea. The precious knowledge in the past is now getting cheaper and cheaper. If they don't make progress, it won't take long for them to be discarded and eliminated.
But only enlightened people can provide faith and be welcomed by gods. The old Borg is also in a dilemma. He could only curse a few words every day, but if anyone said that Victor Hugo was not good, he immediately stood up to defend the lord's reputation.
Go back to your residence and light the fuel lamp.
Old Borg found a book from his rucksack and looked down—this was still a sheepskin scroll, thick and heavy, with limited writing content and expensive.
Recently, Arce is working on a papermaking workshop. It is said that next year, booklet printing will be more convenient and knowledge will be cheaper.
"You can't do it if you don't learn." Old Borg looked at the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook'Coldwind City Edition Volume One'" in his hand, with a lot of emotion, "We are all forced, we are all forced.
I'm just a dwarf witch doctor, why do I have to go through so many events? But I want to choose whether to stay in the Black Forest for a lifetime, or follow Victor and suffer. I will inevitably choose the latter, although that guy is particularly capable of tossing. "
The title page of the "Handbook" also contained a piece of papyrus, and a notice was copied over it-"In order to strengthen the overall quality of the medical team and better serve the masses, the Coldwind City Licensed Physician Qualification Examination will be held in July next year. '
Those who fail the exam are not allowed to practice medicine.
"Victor Hugo, we are all old brothers who started with you, so we can't have a stable life? Will you die if you don't toss?"
Old Borg scolded more vigorously, but he knew that after the exam, the fundamentalists of the "Mother of Disease" must fall apart-Victor Hugo has this clever and clumsy way to deal with any problem.
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