Chapter 204 Boritz’s little plan
His hands covered with blood scabs inserted into the gap between the floor tiles and the ground. Boritz straightened up with difficulty, and walked towards the center with the strong farmers. Walk to the small square.
As the first group of people to come to this island in the lake, Boritz has been beating ashes for two days.
As a notary who once enjoyed a high reputation in France and a half-jurist, Boritz had never done such backbreaking work.
Even though he became a refugee and worked as a laborer, his daily life was still working as a scribe for others. When he was most tired, his wrist was sore.
He followed the Salvation Army at first because he was afraid that when the Order Company came, they would massacre refugees like them. By following these rebels, he could at least have some ability to protect himself.
But later when he learned that the Salvation Army had somehow used some means to get the Grand Duchess to act as guarantee, Boritz complained again and again. He would have stayed at home if he had known better, so there was no need to wade into troubled waters.
However, Boritz was keenly aware that after Juano's death, the Archduchess and the church would inevitably fall out, and that asylum would not last long.
In addition, maybe he could follow the Salvation Army to the Black Bone Swamp and become a native chief. Only then did Boritz convince his companions to come here with him.
But now, his companions are on the verge of falling out with him.
Because the lycanthrope tribe in the Black Bone Swamp is a matriarchal clan and does not allow men to be kings.
A kingdom is actually only the size of a village. When Boritz arrived at the capital of Carthage for the first time, he almost fainted.
Is this a kingdom? How dare you call a village of less than a hundred people a kingdom?
Bolitz originally wanted to get wet, but it was easy for him to enter the Black Bone Swamp but difficult to get out. After thinking over and over, he desperately discovered that the only way now is to continue to follow Horn.
Veins appeared on his forehead. Boritz followed closely behind the other young men, his calves trembling uncontrollably.
The pile of bricks in front of him seemed to be in a trance. He was a noble college student, how could he be reduced to doing such a thing?
Mechanically following the young man in front of him, Boritz walked to the pile of bricks, but he was still feeling sorry for himself. He dragged the bricks with his arms around each other, aimed them at the top of the pile, and put them down heavily. .
“Ah!”
The ear-piercing scream made the child soldier who maintained order raise his head. The child soldier put down the bricks in his hand, squeezed through the crowd and came to Boritz’s side. .
“What’s wrong?”
Boritz held the wrist of his left hand. The middle fingernail of his left index finger and middle finger was cracked and turned outward. Blood dripped from the gap between his fingers. He was so painful that he almost shed tears.
Hai'erjun looked at the stone bricks he brought that were only half as heavy as others, and shook his head helplessly: "Go to the entrance of the town. There is a temporary health center there. Ask the health soldier to bandage it for you. , and then go clean up the garbage with those women."
There was a burst of snickering around, and Boritz's face turned red.
But looking at the boy army with a dagger tied around his waist, he muttered like a deflated rubber ball: "I am a college student..."
Holding his wrist, Pauli Ci walked towards the entrance of the town dejectedly.
For some unknown reason, Horn never gave this town a name. Everyone just called it town-to-town.
Soon, Boritz walked to the entrance of the town. This area was the first to be cleared. Compared with the area where they just worked, it has begun to take shape.
Many temporary management institutions have been set up here, such as security stations, health clinics, prayer houses, canteens, etc. Although they have not officially moved in, some basic needs still have to be met.
Bolitz tried to find his own place in these institutions, but no matter which one, he was not suitable.
The security station was originally the outpost of the Al Legion in Mincheng. The chief of security was Chap, a veteran player of Moulin Rouge Village. He had been a night guard for a few days before, and he had a calm personality and relied on The score is a bit dull.
Horn asked people to convert the dormitory at the outpost into a prison, and specially selected a group of disabled old battalion soldiers and children to serve as night watchmen. Their weapon is not a hook spear, but a trident similar to a boring palladium, which is used to block criminals' weapons and restrain criminals.
In addition, there are shields, fishing nets, ropes and javelins, and even holy guns.
Unlike night guards under normal circumstances, the duties of night watchmen at the security station are not free labor, but paid wages. Although most of them are temporary workers, their income is quite considerable year-on-year.
Horn attaches great importance to order and security, so people in this organization must be at least Gulag veterans to enter. Boritz does not meet the conditions.
Opposite the police station is the prayer house, a simple house built with canvas on the ruins.
The director of the prayer house is Armand. In addition to performing religious rituals and confessions for believers, he also assumes the responsibility of a grocer.
Due to the current shortage of supplies, Horn adopts a rationing system. If the prayer center under the rationing system wants to buy something, in addition to money, it also needs to get indulgences with a specified limit.
Boritz had tried this place before, but for some unknown reason, he was rejected by Armand.
Walking further along this street, passing through several roofing construction sites, the health center finally appeared in front of us.
The health center was renovated from a moneylender's courtyard. Sisi, the director of the health center, knocked down a wall to create a semi-open medical space.
However, currently it can only treat headaches, brain fever and simple fractures.
Because Boritz had no relevant knowledge and the clinic was already filled with former battlefield medics, he was also not selected.
After walking for a few minutes, Boritz felt that the pain on his hand gradually faded away, turning into a trace of pain and numbness.
“...When they arrived at the Holy Capital of Qiumu Island, the Salvation Army converted all residents into free citizens according to the will of the Holy Father, regardless of whether they were citizens, refugees or public peasants and armed peasants before.
On this basis, we are preparing to count residents and transfer their household registrations. Therefore, we need literate registrars, so we are recruiting scribes and accountants who understand writing and grammar from the general public..."
Originally directed towards Boritz, who was walking in the health center, stopped, turned around, and looked in the direction of the sound.
Only when he saw a notice posted on the broken doorpost, a Holy Trinity. The priest of the education team read the words on the notice loudly
"No age limit, no gender limit, priority will be given to those who know arithmetic, daily salary is 2 dinars, room and board are included..."
At this moment, Boritz didn't even care about his hand injury and ran straight to the goal post, where many people were already surrounding him
Squeezing into the front row, Boritz began to read the announcement. For him, this simple announcement of only a few hundred words was read at a glance.
Recruiting literate people for the census? Register an account?
Bolitz refreshed himself. As a notary who is relatively close to the upper class among citizens, he has too many similar experiences.
Others may only regard it as an ordinary temporary job, but Boritz immediately smelled a different meaning - isn't this a prelude to establishing a town hall?
This Black Bone Swamp is almost the size of a village. It can both plant and breed fish, and maybe even smuggle it through the sweat route.
If the Salvation Army can set up camp here and build a city, it might not be impossible if I can sneak in and get an official position.
Just like this, he was completely on the Salvation Army's pirate ship. Boritz hesitated. Now that the announcement was in front of him, he had to consider whether this would be his only chance.
Bolitz looked at the injury on his hand, gritted his teeth and cursed, then walked towards the priest who was reading the announcement.
“I am applying, where can I sign up?”
(End of this chapter)