The 38th time of Dadu, is this my sister's concubine?

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Thirty-eight, is this my sister's concubine?

In fact, you travelers can collect 3.8 billion yen worth of wealth from this Roman city. Thanks to this place, after all, it is an ancient historical capital, bearing the glory of the Romans for thousands of years. You can easily get some antiques of Greek and Roman civilization, such as marble statues of emperors and goddesses, and even the "Trajan Jigong Column" in the square was torn down and taken away by tourists ... But the problem is, not to mention that there are many fakes in these antiques. Even if it's genuine, the pawn prices identified by the automatic crash for these antiques are super cheap.

For example, the Trajan Jigong Column, which is 38 meters high and 4 meters in diameter, is covered with exquisite war reliefs. The automatic crash only gave an ultra-low price of1.500 million yen ... Was it better that the cost of building Jigong Column by Emperor Trajan was more than this?

As for other smaller or more seriously damaged Roman statues, murals and relief boards, the valuation given by the automatic crash is even worse. Moreover, at this moment in A.D. 1348, nearly 900 years have passed since the collapse of the Roman Empire. The ancient cultural relics left in Rome are constantly losing. Some of them were bought or plundered by powerful people in western European countries, while others were regarded as evil relics of heretical gods and destroyed by fanatical Christians ... so there were not as many cultural relics as expected.

"... in fact, in order to help us raise property, the church really did its best to scrape the ground, and even the ancient Roman statues decorated on the tombs of successive popes nearby were brought here. "Paladin Li Wei, immediately aroused a surprised look.

"... huh? "stable boy some incredibly blinked," how ... even dare to dig the Pope's tomb? It's really a pity. "

Well, of all the people here, I'm afraid only you are the least qualified to say that others are wicked.

"... and the coffin was not dug up, but the decorations on the surface were misappropriated. What's more, those statues were originally stolen from ancient temples and even ancient tombs in Roman times, and it is normal to tear them down again now. "Li Weisong shrugged his shoulders and explained.

To sum up, no matter from what point of view, Rome has been drained of oil and water, and nearby satellite towns and monasteries have also given sacrifices to the maximum extent. If you want to get more oil and water from the papal state without using violent plunder, you will have to play with farmers in nearby villages ... and all of you who cross the border are extremely pessimistic about this.

No matter from what point of view, the life of European farmers in the Middle Ages was very difficult and miserable. They live in shabby huts, sleep with pigs and goats, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, have no food all year round, and may never want to make a new dress for life. Even if you finally have some spare money, it will be taken away by the church and lords in various strange names, and no matter which country you are in.

In addition to heavy labor, these farmers must also meet the harsh demands of the lords and often endure the harassment of poverty and plague. When there was a war, the peasants had to join the Lord's army to fight, but at that time there were countless attacks between princes and wars were frequent. The situation of freemen is still like this, and the situation of serfs can be imagined. At that time, more than two-thirds of the rural population belonged to the serf class without freedom. It is said that farmers at that time were "old" when they lived to 40 years old, even if they lived to 50 years old, it was rare, which can be described as "a rare life at 50 years old". Heavy labor and insufficient nutrition have led to widespread stunting. At that time, the average height of farmers was only 1.5 meters. ...

Generally speaking, in medieval Europe, there were almost no rich peasants in the real sense, and there were few middle classes in the modern sense. The disparity between the rich and the poor in the whole society is extreme, and extremely limited wealth is concentrated in cities, castles, churches and monasteries-when these places are squeezed clean, even the most greedy people can't squeeze anything from farmers: they are already poor at ordinary times.

Fortunately, there is not only one Rome in Italy. In the Renaissance and modern times, the northern Italian city-state north of Rome was the real wealth gathering place, and it was also the traveler who became the "ruins destroyer" of Rome. The next step is to concentrate on searching for the target.

"... from this point of view, Rome has no potential for the time being. Fortunately, Venice, Florence and Genoa in the north seem to be richer. Our goal is to collect at least10 billion yen from these places. Of course, the more the better. "

As the conclusion of the fund-raising meeting, Doraemon waved a short wooden stick and pointed to the map of Italy hanging on the wall. However, passers-by who also lack moral integrity should be shocked. Only Li Wei is still whispering: "Isn't the goal to save the people there as much as possible?"

Next, for these "good appetite" angels willing to leave Rome, to save and search other cities, Pope Clement VI naturally raised his hands and feet in favor-he knew from the beginning that even if they were squeezed from the wealth of the whole papal country, I'm afraid they couldn't gather up as many gold coins as the angels wanted. However, in view of the fact that the situation in the papal countries has not completely stabilized, patients have come to ask for help one after another. Clement VI hopes to leave one or two angels to help Fanzhen, or simply teach the "magic" of healing to the church's mentor. ...

Unfortunately, the above two requirements of the Pope have not been met-first of all, travelers are generally reluctant to disperse in two places, so as not to leave all in case of a dangerous emergency; Secondly, before raising the huge amount of money needed for Doraemon, they dare not easily reveal the spells in the Encyclopedia of Magic to outsiders ... and then you can cure the disease yourself. What else can I rely on to collect money?

Of course, in view of the Pope's hard work and hard cooperation with the search these days, Doraemon left a door connecting avignon and Rome, allowing church members to transfer patients from Rome to avignon at any time and come to the rescue when travelers are free. Doraemon took out another random door and went from avignon to Florence.

On this redemption (extortion) trip to Florence, Her Majesty Giovanna, Queen of Naples, volunteered, claiming to be familiar with the high society in Florence and could act as a guide and introducer for the angels. She just asked the angels to help her solve a "small trouble"-just as the future Wall Street bankers in the United States control the finance of many third world countries, as a "backward country" of this era, the finance of the Kingdom of Naples has always relied on the support of the financial community in Florence. Over the years, it has owed an unknown amount of debt and interest. In view of the sad situation that there are few people left in the kingdom of Naples, this debt is still unclear even if Her Majesty gave her life to sell meat.

I heard that the young queen was as heavily in debt as herself, and Doraemon, who was in the same boat, was at a loss. She immediately forgot herself. And Wang Qiu also went up to "comfort" Queen Giovanna, saying that the epidemic situation of the Black Death in Florence should not be much better than that in Naples, and those bankers who had lent money to the royal family in Naples probably died almost. If these bankers are really lucky enough to survive, your angel will also "good" advise them to be merciful and not to bargain with the God-blessed Queen Giovanna.

Even if some of these bankers have granite heads, refuse to listen to the angel's persuasion to reduce the debt of the kingdom of Naples, and indulge in the dirty world rather than ascend to heaven, your angel will call them to heaven as soon as possible to enjoy their happiness, just like the British immigrants on the may flower immigrant ship who created the United States, "thank" the Indians who hosted them. ...

Well, with the reduction of all kinds of moral integrity, the hearts of these travelers are now all cut open and black.

Next, the door leading to Florence was finally pushed open by the palm of Doraemon's sweet dumplings.

Then, when Queen Giovanna first set foot in Florence, she was very surprised to meet an unexpected acquaintance. ...

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Florence, Tuscany, northern Italy

During the Renaissance, the city-states in northern Italy were the pioneers of the whole Europe. It has the highest degree of urbanization in Europe, the most prosperous urban agglomeration in Europe, the earliest germination of capitalism in human history, the earliest modern diplomacy, finance, science and technology, maritime trade, and the earliest humanities, arts and literature, which gave birth to the crystallization of wisdom that will make Europeans proud of the world in the future.

Among these shining Italian city-states, Florence translated by Xu Zhimo as "emerald green" has the most artistic flavor. It is also the European cultural center of this era and the birthplace of the European Renaissance-Leonardo da Vinci, Dante, Galileo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Titian, Boccaccio, Petrarch, Machiavelli (the author of The Prince), a series of well-known and world-renowned romantic figures, all of which have a lot to do with the city of Florence.

If Silicon Valley in the United States symbolizes the information age, then Florence is the essence of the Renaissance.

It was not until the rise of romantic art in Huadu, Paris and France in modern times that Florence gradually faded out of the title of "World Art Capital".

In addition to the famous art capital in history, Florence is also a famous financial center, Wall Street in the Renaissance. Medici family, who ruled the city for a long time, claimed to be the most powerful banker in the Renaissance, and the Rothschild family in the future could not compare with him.

However, in the early summer of 1348, Florence, like all cities in Italy, was shrouded in the shadow of the Black Death.

—— Unlike those cities that die, the authorities in Florence received the news of the plague last year, knowing that the plague was approaching them step by step, but they could do nothing. They sent people to clean up all the filthy places in the city, issued an order prohibiting patients from entering the city, and devout believers prayed to God again and again ... but the Black Death came.

At this moment, the bells of the bustling Florence are ringing, the bodies are piled up, and ten rooms are empty. People are in a panic, rumors are flying all over the sky, trade is cut off, and there are shocking horror scenes everywhere, as if the end of the world has come ... Faced with the epidemic that engulfs the city in an instant, rich people put their property on carriages and fled to the countryside with their families; Poor people can only be trapped in their shabby huts, waiting for death in despair; Doctors are pondering all kinds of whimsical treatments, but they can't even cure themselves; Devoted believers pray crazily day and night, and they have gone crazy before they get sick. However, it was in this tragic and desperate atmosphere that the literati raised their quill pens. ...

/kloc-in Europe in the 0/4th century, there were three cultural superstars, which were later called "Three Renaissance Masters". They are Dante, Petrarch and Boccaccio, and they all happen to be Florentines.

When the Black Death came, Dante, who had written the Divine Comedy all his life, was already dead, and Petrarch, the father of the Renaissance who won the crown, was now in exile because he participated in the coups in Rome and China last year. Only Giovanni, the most gossip, likes street jokes best. Boccaccio, still in this city full of corpses, tried to leave a record for this hell on earth with his quill pen-of course, Boccaccio has not started writing his decameron, which will go down in history in the future, but he just has a vague idea in his mind. His current literary reputation is supported by various romantic poems and erotic novels, mainly because of his bold scale ... In other words, this product is a professional writer of Xiao Huang's books and jokes, and also holds a public office in the Florence government.

In a dusty study in Florence City Hall, there is an incompetent financial official and an outstanding erotic writer Giovanni. Boccaccio looked haggard. He lay on the console table and wrote on public stationery:

"... this is a dying disaster world, this is a dark and sad plague era, invisible diseases engulf every country, roaring storms hit the barren coast, crazy robbers and bandits gushed out from the wilderness, plundering and killing our towns.

Merchant ships and trade disappeared from the sea, and all law and order disappeared before death.

God forgot the Italian people, and the well-organized old world we knew came to an end without warning.

Those born noble souls have to start to struggle for survival. The uncertain short life makes the rich have no long-term plans, just want to eat, drink and be merry in time and squander their accumulated wealth; Ignorant poor people are dying step by step in ignorance, poverty and fear ... The old times have passed and a new era is beginning. Everyone must learn to survive in this new era. Because this land that is about to be destroyed is our home and a terrible new world that we must face ... "

Writing here, he suddenly stopped writing and frowned, not knowing how to continue.

After reading the written text again, Boccaccio, who still couldn't find his way of thinking, had to put down his quill pen, got up and spread out the paper, grabbed a handful of dry sand from the sand jar next to his desk, carefully sprinkled a layer on the paper and let it suck up the ink on the paper. Then open your mouth and blow off the fine sand. Finally, roll up the paper and carefully put it in a delicate wooden box.

After temporarily ending his writing, he sighed, stretched himself and turned to look out through the window of the study. The scenery on the street seems to be the same, but the noisy vendors in the past have disappeared, and even beggars can't be found.

Within sight, there are only extremely dirty streets, abandoned houses with doors and windows wide open, a few sloppy men waiting to die in the corner, and countless dense bones abandoned at will, which makes this city that has been baptized by the plague look more empty and barren.

He vaguely remembers that earlier, before the collapse of the city hall and the church, there was a cart for collecting bodies going back and forth in the street, transporting a large number of bodies to the church in the city, and then digging some long and wide pits there and burying the bodies in hundreds of places, just like the goods piled up in the cabin. Although it is not tragic, it at least maintains a minimum of dignity.

But now, even the corpse collection team organized by the government has all died of illness. The fallen dead can only rot and stink in the street and at home, but no one wants to clean them up for fear of catching the plague. What's even more frightening is that there are some half-human, half-ghost things wandering in the streets of Florence. They call themselves diggers, deal with dead bodies every day, and don't care about their own life and death. They wandered around the cemetery like vultures during the day, and at night they became demons-at first they just stole and robbed, and later they became a group of crazy demons. These grave robbers often rush into a house in droves and ask for a large sum of money. If you can't afford it, use a woman to compensate.

These lawless atrocities often succeed in this special period. Because they are not afraid of death and have the ability to spread the plague. Everyone is afraid of them. Florence's municipal authorities have fallen apart. So, sometimes they extort money, sometimes they rape women in turn ... This catastrophe has turned some living people into dead people and some living people into demons. Some disasters will unite people, but not the Black Death. It belongs to another kind of disaster, which will only release the evil in human hearts and make people darker and more alienated.

Hey, staying in this living hell and watching everything familiar gradually be swallowed up by rotting bodies and darkness is almost a torment every day.

Next thing you know, he feels hungry.

-At this time, the order of the city had already collapsed, and no shop selling bread and cakes dared to open the door. Many citizens' livelihood is in trouble, but it is difficult for Boccaccio, who has already been prepared. On the eve of the final collapse of Florence's municipal authorities, Boccaccio, who had a premonition of disaster, used his last power to secretly hoard a lot of bread, cakes, bacon and wine in the cellar of the city hall, enough for him to eat and drink for more than a year. If nothing happens, I can probably survive this disaster alone.

However, just as he was humming a ditty and shaking the key from upstairs, he stopped at the door of the hall in shock.

Because, originally only he a person's Florence city hall, suddenly broke into a group of uninvited guests.

What makes Boccaccio feel that his mind is broken is a group of incredible uninvited guests.

-If you are a suspected "angel" with wings behind your back, a few priests and nuns in robes, a few knights in bright armor, and a lady who looks familiar in a luxurious purple dress? What strange combination is this?

Even if I make false accounts and misappropriate public funds, I don't have to find such a strange guy to examine it.

What's more, at this moment, everyone lives today. I wonder if there is tomorrow. Who else cares about this little thing?

At the moment, Boccaccio's mind was in chaos, and he stood on the stairs tongue-tied, not knowing what to do.

At the same time, the lady in purple dress looked up at him for a while, but she seemed to recognize Boccaccio's identity. "... I didn't realize there were people alive in Florence City Hall ... eh? Why are you? Not dead yet? "

"... eh? Is this guy your acquaintance? Your Majesty? "An" angel "with wings behind him asked curiously.

Then, Boccaccio heard the lady in the purple dress say a thunderous opening to the "angel":

"... well, yes, angel, this guy used to be my sister's concubine, and he is very good at writing all kinds of lewd poems ..."