My British Empire

  Chapter 360 Beggar

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  Even though he didn't know the true meaning of the speaker of the Privy Council, Edward didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he was the king who was afraid of wool.

  What is a king, the king of a country, is there any problem with having a woman as a secretary? Although a little embarrassing.

  1555, July 6th.

  Early in the morning, it rained continuously and invaded the entire city of London. The guest houses were green, the streets were washed, and the sparse pedestrians dodged around, and they were drenched to the end.

  The light rain fell harder and harder. Gradually, layers of mist rose from the surface of the Thames, and the city of London was shrouded in gray-white mist. Pedestrians did not know each other when they met.

  The rich man's fireplace was started at this time, and the flames rose up, slowly drying the originally wet floor and walls in the room.

  The family was reunited in the room, their faces were flushed, and the smiles on their faces were extraordinarily refreshing.

  But those poor people can only stay on the bed shivering, praying for God's blessing in their hearts, pretending that the thin quilt on their bodies is a thick quilt to warm their cold limbs.

   They were lucky. Those helpless beggars could only tremble around the church, begging to be taken in.

   This is also the time when the church buys people's hearts. Generally speaking, the amiable priest will open a small door to let these poor beggars come to the woodshed to rest for a while.

  If they meet a kind priest, they will be allowed to light some firewood to keep them warm.

  Of course, all the churches in London have passed from the hands of the Catholic Church to the hands of the Anglican Church.

   Inherited the previous tradition, and the churches in London still implement this tradition. When it rains, each church opens the small door to accommodate those homeless people to rest for a while.

  Grayface is such a homeless person, who can also be called a refugee.

  Because of malnutrition and disgraced face all day long, it got its name.

  He has been used to calling it since he was a child, and he has fully accepted the name gray face.

  Different from other refugees who went bankrupt due to land enclosure and inflation.

  He grew up in London since he was a child, and he grew up eating a lot of food. It can be said that he grew up to be in his twenties, and it is not an exaggeration to say that God blesses him.

  A few years ago, London and various cities carried out activities to clean up refugees, and sent these able-bodied people to Ireland to contribute to England.

  Greyface naturally didn't want to go to the so-called Ireland and be with those savages.

  London has been developing well in the past few years, and the money and bread to beg for has gradually increased, and the time spent hungry every month is getting less and less, which makes him attached to the comfortable environment in London.

  Where would you go to desolate Ireland to contribute to the so-called kingdom and His Majesty the King.

   "Damn it, it's raining again!" Gray Face wiped the rainwater from his forehead and neck with his hands, feeling that his clothes were already wet, and they were tightly fitted, revealing his thin body without a doubt.

   "Boss, hold on a little longer, the church is almost here!"

  The little brother on the side lowered his head and ran quickly. Hearing his boss's complaints, he couldn't help saying aloud.

   "Can I not know myself? I grew up here!"

  Grey face said angrily while running.

   After a while, a group of six people came to a small church.

  Different from cathedrals like the Palace of Westminster, this is just one of the small churches in London, with a small footprint and not many people.

   Only a handful of five priests stay here, spreading the glory of the Lord.

  The reason why they come here is because the priest here, no, the pastor should be kind-hearted, not only allowing them to rest, but also giving them some bread from time to time to satisfy their hunger, it is the only place where they feel warm.

  The reason why Grayface came here instead of going to those cathedrals is because the bishop here is different.

  When they arrived, the side door of the church was already open, and the six walked in without any scruples, not caring about their wet bodies at all.

   "I said, gray face, why did you come so late today, you are so messed up like you are going to take a shower!"

   "Tell me, did you go to the big bathhouse to take a bath? It really makes me envious!"

  As soon as he entered the firewood room, Huilian heard a teasing voice, and when he looked up, he saw a chubby young man with a teasing expression on his face, and the others also opened their mouths, laughing loudly.

  It is said to be fat, but in fact it is only compared to other people, there is only some flesh on the face, and the rest of the body is still the same as him, shriveled, like ribs.

  His face is big because of his good background, he has had a good meal for more than ten years, and he has been wandering for three or four years.

  From a young master to a beggar living on the street, not only his identity fell to the bottom, but his body also disappeared.

  But, that face and the meat on it still maintain half of its original size. I don’t know how many nights of hunger and cold it has helped him survive these years.

   But it is still half the size of the original, compared to others, it is still very large.

   "Big round face, do you want to be beaten? Grandpa has given you a good face these days, right?"

  As soon as Gray Face saw him, he immediately became angry and cursed at him.

   "You, you rascal, if I didn't eat enough today, I would beat you to death!"

  Big round face glanced at his side, there were only three or four people, there were no opponents of gray face six people, so he could only growl loudly, and then set up a fire on his own.

   "Huh! I thought it was great to have a few boats in my family before, but now you are not what you used to be, you prodigal son!"

   With a look of disdain on the gray face, he said lightly, with a moderate voice, which just reached the ears of the round face beside him.

   "You—" Hearing this, Round Face's expression was ferocious, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He immediately stood up and walked towards Gray Face with fists waving, ready to fight.

   Seeing this, the gray face sneered, clenched his fists with both hands, and raised his right hand to meet him.

   "Stop—" Just as the two were about to hit each other, a hoarse voice came from the side.

  The two of them stopped immediately when they heard this, and stayed where they were.

  On the side, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was standing at the door, wearing a cassock. Obviously, he was a young priest.

   "No fighting in the church, no tarnishing the glory of our Lord in the church, next time you see it, don't come!"

  The baskets containing black bread in the hands of the little priest, his eyes widened, and he said fiercely.

   Seeing them guilty, they shrank back, and then he distributed the bread one by one.

  Black bread, the size of a palm, is different from the bakery in the store. There are not so many stones and sawdust in this bread, which makes the stomach half full.

  The remote location of the church, coupled with the fact that the two groups of gray face and round face subconsciously covered up the news, they were able to share this holy place.

  A dozen or so people silently divided the bread, eating small bites, and the little priest also left.

  At this time, there was a sudden sound of powerful footsteps outside the courtyard wall.