Chapter 213 Refugees on the Island
The long bridge connecting Qiumu Island to the shore has turned into a large camp for refugees.
At the end of the road, the refugees sat down one by one according to the division of ten households and one hundred households, waiting uneasily for someone to call the names of their hundred and ten household heads.
The first batch of more than 8,000 people who came to the island were basically purged in the private exodus of Joan of Arc and could go directly to the island.
The more than 10,000 people here now joined later, so a major purge is still needed.
The water of Nanze Lake was lifted into a wine barrel half as tall as a man, and under the wine barrel was a semi-submerged stove with a fire.
The raging flames licked the stove until all the overflowing lake water in the wine barrel was heated, and the wine barrel filled with water was carried to the other side.
Canvas curtains were hung on the wooden supports to separate the men's and women's areas. In each large wooden barrel stood a refugee whose skin was reddened by the hot water.
According to His Majesty the Pope, this is to wash away past sins.
The pig bristle brush was brushed vigorously on the homeless people, removing all the dead skin, grease, lice and ticks.
Amid the screams of "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" of the refugees after being washed with the spicy Sisi brand bath potion, a makeshift barber stepped forward and started cutting their hair.
They cut men's beards to within inches and their hair to no more than their ears, and women's hair to no more than their shoulders.
After everything is completed, someone will grab a handful of insect repellent powder and smash it on the chest and back of the person. Then they will put on the underwear sewn in advance by the Salvation Army, and the men and women will go to the wooden house to warm up by the fire. , and dry the clothes soaked in hot water and chemicals.
The whole process takes almost an hour, and 8-10 hundreds of households can be transported to the island from morning to night in a day.
On the Qiumu Island Pier at the other end of the long bridge, the refugees who crowded across the pontoon encountered their second step, which was to register their household registration.
"Don't crowd, don't crowd, follow your ten households. The heads of the ten households will look at the flags in the hands of the heads of the hundred households, and follow the flags!"
Standing on a stone pier at the head of the bridge, an elder His voice became extremely hoarse as he roared, commanding the bloated crowd.
A checkpoint was erected at the end of the pontoon. The checkpoint has five exits, and each exit has five registrars responsible for registering the population.
"Which hundred households are there? What's their name?" Boritz asked impatiently, holding a quill.
"Mozang Baihu, Gashkul."
"Gagashkul, right?" Boritz filled in the name on the two-dimensional form. "Are you married? If you have a wife and children who name..."
"Tax, Master Tax Collector, My name is Gashkul..."
"I don't care what you add, do you want to get a wife? The people behind are still waiting," Boritz said in a stern voice before Gashkul could finish. .
You must know that each time there are five to six hundred people crossing the river, only the hundreds of households in front can pass, and only the hundreds of households in the back can cross. This means that at least 100 people must be registered at each exit every hour.
Bolitz didn’t have that much time to accompany them to slowly correct themselves.
"Married, this is my wife Sally, my son Dormammu..." After being scolded by Boritz, Gashkul could only admit that he was unlucky.
Quickly write down the names, gender, year of birth, health status, place of birth, occupation, education level, ten households and hundred households of this household on the registration form, as well as their identity codes. Boritz exhaled and copied another copy of the form.
Finally, he took out a piece of wood, spit into the madder mud, and handed it to Gashkul in front of him: "Everyone presses their fingerprints."
As he said this, he gestured The old camp soldier next to him untied the iron chain and the small door, and knocked on the table: "Don't run around after you get there. The head of your ten households will take you away."
In the previous trip from Fort Joan of Arc to Qiumu Island Along the way, Horn had asked them to form ten households and one hundred households. Based on the current grouping of about 25,000 people, Horn has a total of 48 households, of which about 14 households need to live in Beizawa or on the shore of the foothills, and 34 households live on Qiumu Island.
However, this kind of organization of ten households and hundreds of households is still relatively loose. Horn needs to determine this organizational system through the census to facilitate future manpower management and deployment.
After registering this group of people, while the next group of hundreds of households arrived, Boritz picked up the water bag beside the table and took a sip of light beer.
I really don’t know if the great master danced too much and had brain problems. What’s the use of recording these things?
You said it was binding tax household registration books, so Boritz thought about what the census was for a long time.
After all, this was created by Horn by cutting off the words population, prevalence and investigation.
After passing the test, Boritz was successfully selected as a registrar and began receiving short-term training.
As a big taxpayer like a notary, has Boritz never eaten pork or seen a pig run away? No matter what short-term training is provided, Boritz can complete the so-called courses while lying down.
But when the short-term training really began, Boritz sat up immediately to learn.
Not only because the teacher in class is Horn, but also because they really have to learn new knowledge, which is a number system called Arabic.
The Norn accountant companion who came in with Boritz originally said that the Saint Sun Horn was a whim and was superfluous. The empire's number system was good, so nothing new or different.
But when the first math class began, more than a hundred registrars present, especially those who were former accountants and businessmen, fell into a trance state.
Is this math?
The individual words used by Mr. Shengsun are easy to understand, but why can’t they be understood together? Why did Horn inexplicably solve a mathematical problem that they thought was extremely difficult while speaking in obscure words?
But fortunately, Horn was just here to show them off. What they really wanted to learn was how to register their household registration details.
Those Arabic numerals are just to teach them how to code their identity.
According to Boritz, a big tax payer, Horn was a bit unqualified as a lord. He only asked about his occupation and education level, but forgot to check his origin, assets and annual income.
This is the most important thing about paying taxes.
And during the short-term training, Boritz also learned an extremely important thing, that is, the Salvation Army may have to recruit troops, and it is preparing to attack Fort Joan of Arc in three months.
Four thousand serf soldiers went to attack the imperial company. Is it true or false?
If this trend continues, Boritz sees it, this Great Papal State will be over sooner or later!
It doesn’t matter if it’s over, Boritz sees the situation in Qiumu Island and Osawa Township and remembers it in his heart.
After the peat industry in Horn was established, this originally muddy land quickly turned into a geomantic treasure land, with resources, a population, and still a thoroughfare for smuggling.
During this period, Boritz planned to work at the Autumn Island City Hall, trying to place people in their small group into important positions. Three months later, when the Salvation Army went out to attack Joan of Arc The fort is bound to fail.
When the Salvation Army is defeated, he can take advantage of the situation and take the managed Qiumu Island to seek refuge with the church or the demon hunters.
In this case, Qiu Mu Island can just transform into a black market and earn a lot of Sola (gold coins commonly used in the black market, small gold coins minted by the royal court). By then...
"Bolitz! "
Boritz, who had just fallen into fantasy time and snickered, stood up straight: "Good afternoon, Mr. Busak."
Busak looked at him suspiciously and pointed to his side. Another registrar said: "You change posts with him, clean up, and follow me to the Holy Trinity Education Team."
(End of Chapter)