Chapter 990 Huizhou Story (First update, please subscribe)
In the Ming Dynasty, there were churches, Taoist temples, and monasteries, but there were no nunneries.
What is the reason?
The reason for destroying Buddhism is the same as that of the Three Wus and One Zong - competition for manpower.
It is not certain whether the Chinese descent in the Ming Dynasty are human beings.
But the Chinese are definitely the most valuable resource, the kind that is related to the lifeblood of the country. Therefore, both men and women have their own responsibilities.
Men are labor force and women are also productivity.
Since the Ming Dynasty had more men than women since the company era, there were restrictions on nunneries. However, this did not prevent women in the Ming Dynasty from entering temples as believers, burning incense, worshiping Buddha, and praying for their families.
As in the past, most of the people who came to the temple to worship Buddha on weekdays were women. Several women were kneeling on the cushions in front of the Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall. Like other people, after paying homage to Dayue in the hall, they went to the courtyard to pray for amulets, which they gave to their husbands.
After obtaining the amulet, she left the temple and walked quietly on the street. When she arrived at the bus stop, she was the only Ming person among the people waiting for the bus on the platform, and most of the others were of European descent.
This phenomenon is very common in the twelve northern provinces. After all, the twelve northern provinces are territories of the former Brazilian Empire and are newly occupied areas. The local population structure is still changing little by little.
Rio de Janeiro was still prosperous in 1881, but this city with a population of 500,000 was still mainly populated by Europeans. Even after the Ming Dynasty occupied the city and increased immigration through various means, the Ming population was only a mere 100,000.
Here, the Chinese are the minority.
While standing on the platform waiting for the bus, Otsuki turned his head and looked at the bus stop sign. The Chinese characters there had been painted over and changed to Portuguese. Most of the people around him also spoke Portuguese.
"Ming country guys get out..."
Although the writing on the bus stop sign will be removed quickly, it is still there.
Resistance is everywhere. Over the past four years, the people of Rio de Janeiro have been resisting the rule of the Ming Dynasty in their own way.
But on the other hand, they had to accept the rule of the Ming Dynasty.
There is not a single Portuguese newspaper or school here, and of course even the bus drivers speak Chinese.
The moment the door opened, the bus driver shouted in Mandarin with a Henan accent.
"Passengers who are getting on the bus, please move back a little..."
The conductor also asked passengers in Chinese where to get off. Even the most stubborn people could only speak Chinese at this time.
While holding the handrail and listening to those people saying the place names in stiff Chinese, Dayue just looked quietly at the city outside the car window.
This exotic city was once the capital of the Brazilian Empire, but now it is just the Huizhou of the empire. Why is it called "Huizhou"? The court took the word "Hui" to mean "restraint and stability", which of course also includes the meaning of "stability".
This is certainly a wonderful expectation, but all this has little to do with Otsuki. What is her only expectation?
Of course, my husband can come home safely every day.
Her husband is a policeman who patrols the streets every day, and no one knows whether he will encounter resistance elements while handling cases. This is why she went to the temple to ask for amulets, just to pray for the Buddha's blessing.
"Today, he should get off work on time!"
Otsuki's hopes would eventually be dashed, because just as she was looking forward to her husband returning home from get off work on time, several police cars were parked at a beach several kilometers away.
Ma Rulong, who was standing next to the car, took a last puff of his cigarette and threw the butt on the ground. Then he said to his partner.
"Ah Hu, help me buy a pack of cigarettes."
After that, he walked towards the beach.
Walking straight across the beach to the scene, the body came into his sight.
This is the body of a middle-aged man. He looks strong. There are some seaweeds on the body. The back is facing down, the upper body is stranded on the beach, the arms are spread out, and there is a very obvious bullet hole behind the head. It is obvious that he died of a bullet in the head. The body was obviously washed up from the sea.
"Who discovered the body?"
Without taking his eyes off the corpse, Ma Rulong asked the police officer next to him.
"Inspector Ma, these are some kids playing football here."
The patrolman answered truthfully.
Ma Rulong nodded.
"When was it discovered?"
"An hour ago, Inspector. We were almost off duty and were on patrol when we ran into those kids. We got here in five minutes and called the station."
"Okay, I know."
As Ma Rulong spoke, he took out a pencil from his pocket, opened the collar of the corpse, and observed it carefully for a while.
The patrolman standing nearby asked curiously.
"Inspector, what are you looking at?"
"This man's clothes look very neat. Most Latinos have the habit of doing their laundry in laundromats. They are used to embroidering their names on the collar tags..."
Ma Rulong explained that it sounded like he was teaching a disciple rather than solving a case.
"Did you see that?"
"No, Inspector, he doesn't have a name on his collar. What does that mean?"
Ma Rulong smiled, looked around, and then said.
"There are only two kinds of people who don't embroider their own names. One is the poor, but he is obviously not one of them. The other is the resistance members. In order not to attract the attention of the secret police, these resistance members have strict dress codes - they cannot wear clothes or hats with their own names embroidered on them."
"Inspector, you're saying this guy was a member of the resistance. Then how did he die?"
Staring at the corpse on the beach, Ma Rulong thought for a while and said.
"Maybe it was an internal execution. He must be a collaborator..."
Ma Rulong said, putting the pen back into his pocket.
"Contact the Security Bureau. If nothing unexpected happens, this guy should be their informant."
Ma Rulong knew this kind of informants. Some of them were collaborators driven by money, while others were forced to cooperate after being arrested. But no matter what the reason was that they became informants, once their identities were exposed, they would definitely be executed.
Those resistance groups have never been merciful people.
After leaving the beach, Ah Hu, who was late, didn't come over to complain until Ma Rulong came to the car.
"Inspector, I was delayed when buying cigarettes just now. The grocery store owner said a lot of nonsense. He said that his neighbor kept using the toilet every night, which made him unable to sleep. He wanted to complain about his neighbor and ask the police to come to his house. That guy is really something. What does he think we are the police? Even if we can control everything, can we control other people's shitting and farting?"
Ma Rulong, who was unpacking cigarettes, listened to his partner's complaints. He was not interested at first, but as soon as he took out the cigarette, he seemed to suddenly think of something and asked.
"Wait, you mean, he uses the toilet a lot at night?"
(End of this chapter)
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