For Mengqu, marrying off his sister was a very normal political marriage. After he came into contact with the concept of political marriage at the age of five, he no longer regarded his sister as an independent person.
Marriage, in this world and this era, is not one of the processes of love.
Marriage is a link in life, and like all productive activities, it has serious and cold practical significance.
There are many reasons for aristocratic marriage, including bloodline, political and military support, and fiefdom. Before the marriage begins, the man and woman may meet each other. If they are satisfied, they will go straight to the wedding. If they are not, they will be satisfied.
, then you are not satisfied and go straight to the wedding.
The reasons for civilian marriages are relatively simple. The man has occasionally met the woman, and then he can inquire about her residence and visit her parents with gifts. If the parents have the intention to marry their daughter, then they can consider the wedding. It is love at first sight.
, can barely be calculated, but the element of motivation is greater.
For aristocratic women, their status after marriage depends on the power of their parents.
For commoner women, there is no such thing as status after marriage.
Women are complete appendages of men. Those civilian women whose husbands suspect of cheating will be subjected to waterboarding, which is similar to immersion in a pig cage, but a wooden lever is used to immerse the woman tied in the wooden cage into the dirty water.
In the river, there are waste water from slaughtered livestock, leftover meals, dead wild dog carcasses, fly eggs, larvae, leeches and locusts...
However, this was not the most oppressed era for women. Going back five centuries, around the 40th year of Julian, Mithraism launched a witch-hunting movement. At that time, the Mithraic monks led the knights all over the continent.
Run, adhering to the principle of preferring to kill the wrong person rather than let it go, worked hard for thirty years, and successfully reduced the female population in the continent by 10%.
A man who suspects a woman of being unfaithful and a witch must be burned to death.
The baby next door died, and a witch cast a spell to frame it! He was caught and burned to death. As for who was the unlucky woman who was caught? That was purely a matter of probability.
The women gathering to chat are like a gathering of witches. They must be brewing a vicious plan, maybe to release the lifeless evil spirits sealed in the underworld and burn them to death.
Not only commoner women, but also noble women cannot escape the poison of the witch's hammer.
Regardless of historical or practical considerations, Meng Qu didn't care about the status of his four sisters at all. He was the winner of the game and got the throne that would never have been his, and that was enough.
Of course, the hatred of father and brother and the pain of family and country must be avenged.
If you can't defeat the Flying Spaghetti Cult on your own, just let the overlord country do it. The blood vessels of political animals are full of poison.
Mengqu stayed in Upalas and carefully observed this emerging city.
As a knowledgeable royal heir, he can observe the world with a critical eye. Every autumn and winter, the Hendon royal family will move to the palace on Pingdun Mountain in the north of the principality to escape the biting sea wind, and will inspect Hendon along the way.
towns and villages
, Mengqu still remembered the lifeless appearance of those untouchables. The women working in the fields were shirtless and as obscene as a group of mud monkeys. The men were drinking and provoking, and of course there were times when they went into the mountains to hunt. Every year when I go there, what kind of village did it look like before and is it still there now?
What kind of.
What is different about Upraz is not only the various incomprehensible exquisite building materials and the incredible productivity, but also the people here. They are rigid and rigid. At first glance, they all seem to be cast from the same mold.
, no one is idle, everyone
Everyone was walking in a hurry. Except for the children playing on the streets, the whole city was shrouded in an invisible layer of clouds. This deep pressure seeped out from everyone's pores and could even tell others to clearly feel the feeling.
Invisible chains bind everyone.
But they are happy. There are no idlers on the street, which means there is no crime, no pickpocketing, no robbery, and no fights. Everyone has enough food and clothing, has a strong body, and has a happy and simple expression.
He had seen this feeling in another city, but it was a sleepy country - Tergan.
In the greedy and insidious Turgon, monks sell blessing scrolls and heaven coupons on the street. The whole city seems to be out of touch with the world. A poor believer can show a gentle and calm smile in the sewage ditch. A pious
The nobles would bend down and kiss the ground in front of the monks.
There was no humanity there, and here, there was also a lack of humanity. This similarity in expressions made Mengqu take it lightly at first, until before leaving, he was escorted all the way down the mountain road of Upraz by two sergeants.
, a long team came forward, the men carrying loads of rice, and the women carrying baskets of meat glutinous rice cakes and cotton balls, their cheers were drowned in the fragrance of the food.
At this moment, Mengqu realized that although the people here were bound, their value had been sublimated through labor, instead of wasting their time praying for the salvation of Mithras.
So, what kind of god is the Noodle God?
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Messery de Connell sat in the brightly lit bedroom.
She is the eldest princess of the Principality of Hendon, and now, she is the property, or property, of the Pope of the Flying Spaghetti Cult.
Each of the three sisters has a bedroom, and the so-called bedroom is actually just a small bedroom. It is an area of ten square meters and has no windows. The lighting relies entirely on a magic glass lamp on the ceiling. The crystallized stone furniture is so simple that it seems primitive.
It is a human creation. The only decoration in the room is the noodle painting on the wall. It is a bowl of Qishan Saozi Noodles. It is so lifelike, hot and bright red that it can make people drool.
Messery could not forget her father's tumbling head, the lifeless bodies of her mothers, and her three little sisters, Didi, Alison, and Amara. They should be next door now, but she could not act at will.
Although the short Flying Face Pope was a handsome man, the blood stained on his hands could not be washed away. Being possessed by such a tyrant, a strong sense of fate struck the princess's heart.
Women have no choice in this world. Messery only hopes that her aristocratic posture can deter the rude Pope from extending his evil claws to her three little sisters.
She waited anxiously in the room. The heavy iron door had never been opened, but she could only be kept company by the sound of airflow coming from the vents on the four walls. It was a prison.
She walked to the wall and knocked lightly. After a while, there was a rapid knocking sound from the next door. Who could it be? Didi or Allison? Amara probably didn't have the strength to knock on such a thick wall.
Feeling compassion and motherhood in his heart, Messery tapped on the wall gently, as gently as a long narrative poem. The knocking sound next door also calmed down.
The silent understanding between sisters is like this, connecting them again through the wall.
Time passed day by day, and someone delivered meals and cleaned up every day, but it was a cold, armor-clad sergeant who never had any communication with Messerli, as if he was just a machine that served dishes and poured out dung.
This morning, the bell in the corridor rang six times in a row. Messery woke up and went to the wall as usual to knock on it, trying to communicate with his sister next door.