When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#213 - Refugees on the island

At the bridgehead connecting Autumn Dusk Island to the shore, a large camp for displaced people had already formed.

At the end of the road, the displaced people sat down according to the division of ten households and one hundred households, anxiously waiting for someone to call out the names of their hundred-household heads and ten-household heads.

The first batch of more than 8,000 people who went to the island were basically from the displaced people's camp outside of Jeanne d'Arc Fort that had been purged, so they could go directly to the island.

But now the more than 10,000 people here are those who joined later, so they still need to be purged.

The water from South Ze Lake was lifted into wine barrels that were half the height of a person, and under the wine barrels were semi-buried furnaces with fires burning.

The raging flames licked the furnace until all the overflowing lake water in the wine barrel was heated, and then the wine barrel filled with water was lifted to the other side.

Canvas curtains were hung on wooden supports, dividing the area into male and female sections, and each large wooden barrel contained a displaced person whose skin was red from the hot water.

According to His Holiness the Pope, this was to wash away past sins.

Bristle brushes scrubbed the displaced people vigorously, removing dead skin, grease, lice, and ticks.

Amidst the "Ohohohoho" screams of the displaced people after being washed with Cecy's extra spicy bathing potion, a nimble temporary barber stepped forward to start cutting hair.

They cut the men's beards to about an inch long and shaved their hair to no more than their ears, while the women's hair was cut to no more than their shoulders.

Once everything was completed, someone would grab a handful of insect repellent powder and smack it on the person's chest and back, then change them into underwear sewn in advance by the Salvation Army, and divide them by gender into wooden houses to bake by the fire, while drying the clothes soaked in hot water and potion.

The whole process took about an hour, and about 8-10 hundred households could be transported to the island from morning to night each day.

At the Autumn Dusk Island dock on the other end of the long bridge, the displaced people who walked crowdedly across the pontoon bridge encountered their second hurdle, which was registering their household.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, follow your ten households closely. The ten-household heads should keep an eye on the flags in the hands of the hundred-household heads and follow the flags!"

Standing on a stone pier at the bridgehead, an elder's voice became extremely hoarse in the roar, directing the bloated crowd.

At the end of the pontoon bridge, a checkpoint was set up with five exits, and each exit had five registrars responsible for registering the population.

"Which hundred households are you from? What's your name?" Boritz asked impatiently, holding a quill pen.

"From Mosang Hundred Households, Ga, Gashkur."

"Ga Gashkur, right?" Boritz filled in the name on the two-dimensional table, "Are you married? If you have a wife and children, state their names..."

"Tax, Tax Official sir, my name is Gashkur..."

"I don't care what you're called, are you married? The people behind are still waiting." Without waiting for Gashkur to finish, Boritz immediately said sternly.

You should know that each crossing is five or six hundred people, and only when the hundred households in front have passed can the hundred households behind pass, which means that each exit must register at least 100 people per hour.

Boritz didn't have that much time to slowly correct them.

"Married, this is my wife Sally, my son Domam..." After being scolded by Boritz, Gashkur could only admit that he was unlucky.

Quickly recording the names, genders, years of birth, health status, places of birth, occupations, education levels, the ten households and hundred households to which they belonged, and identity codes of this family of five on the registration form, Boritz breathed a sigh of relief and copied the form again.

Finally, he took out a piece of wood, spat two mouthfuls of saliva into the madder mud, and handed it to Gashkur in front of him: "Everyone press a fingerprint."

As he spoke, he signaled the old camp soldier next to him to unlock the iron chain and small door, and knocked on the table: "Don't run around after you pass, your ten-household head will take you away."

On the way from Jeanne d'Arc Fort to Autumn Dusk Island, Horne had already told them to form ten households and hundred households on their own.

According to the current grouping of about 25,000 people, Horne has a total of 48 hundred households under his command, of which about 14 hundred households need to live on the North Ze or the foot of the mountain, and 34 hundred households live on Autumn Dusk Island.

However, this organization of ten households and hundred households is still relatively loose. Horne needs to determine this organizational system through a census to facilitate future manpower management and allocation.

After registering this batch of people, in the interval before the next batch of hundred households arrived, Boritz picked up the water bag on the table and took a sip of light beer.

I really don't know if that Holy Grandson(圣孙: Holy Grandson, referring to Horne) has brain problems from jumping around too much, what's the use of recording these things?

If you say you're compiling a register of taxpayers, just say you're compiling a register of taxpayers. Boritz spent a long time thinking about what a census is.

After all, this was pieced together by Horne from the three words population, universality and reconnaissance.

After passing the test, Boritz was successfully selected as a registrar and began to receive short-term training.

As a major taxpayer like a notary, hasn't Boritz eaten pork before, but hasn't he seen pigs run? What short-term training is needed? Boritz can lie down and learn the so-called courses.

However, when the short-term training actually started, Boritz immediately sat up and learned.

Not only because the teacher was Horne, but also because they really had to learn new knowledge, which was a numerical system called Arabic.

The Norner accountant companion who came in with Boritz was originally saying that this Holy Grandson Horne was whimsical and superfluous, the Empire's numerical system is fine, what new standard are you setting up?

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

But when the first math class started, more than a hundred registrars present, especially those former accountants and businessmen, fell into a psychedelic state.

Is this mathematics?

The words used by His Excellency the Holy Grandson are simple and easy to understand individually, but why are they incomprehensible when put together? Why can Horne solve mathematical problems that seem extremely difficult to them by saying obscure words?

But fortunately, Horne only came to give them a show of strength. What they really had to learn was the detailed information of household registration.

Those Arabic numerals were just to teach them how to perform identity coding.

In Boritz's view as a major taxpayer, Horne is still a bit lacking as a lord. He only asked about occupation and education level, and forgot to investigate origin, assets and annual income.

This is the most important thing for taxation.

Moreover, during the short-term training, Boritz also learned an extremely important thing, that is, the Salvation Army may be recruiting soldiers and preparing to attack Jeanne d'Arc Fort again in three months.

Four thousand serf soldiers to fight the Edict Company, really?

According to this trend, Boritz sees that the Papal State will be finished sooner or later!

But it's good to be finished. Boritz sees the situation in Autumn Dusk Island and the Great Ze Township and keeps it in his heart.

After Horne's peat industry was developed, this original mudland quickly became a treasure land with good feng shui, with resources, population, and a smuggling route.

During this time, Boritz plans to work in the Autumn Dusk Island City Hall first, trying to place people from their small group in important positions. Three months later, when the Salvation Army goes out to attack Jeanne d'Arc Fort, it is bound to fail.

When the Salvation Army is defeated, he can take advantage of the situation to take the well-managed Autumn Dusk Island to join the Church or the Demon Hunters.

In this case, Autumn Dusk Island can just transform into a black market, earning a lot of Sola (black market common gold coins, small gold coins cast by the royal court), by then...

"Boritz!"

Boritz, who had just fallen into a fantasy and was secretly laughing, straightened his body: "Good afternoon, Your Excellency Busak."

Busak glanced at him suspiciously, pointed to another registrar next to him and said: "Switch shifts with him, pack up, and come with me to the Holy Trinity Education Team."