Chapter 291 Welcome to Fort Joan of Arc
After the North knights stationed at Fort Joan of Arc and began to garrison the checkpoints to gradually eliminate the robber knights, the Holy Gun Cavalry was finally able to take action.
Starting from the second day of the Believers' Conference, 15 Holy Gun Cavalry Brigades cooperated with 15 Gendarmerie Teams, with Fort Joan as the center, turning into dozens of smoke and dust and breaking into various villages.
"Woooooooo-"
The horn sounded, and the peasant women in the manor immediately picked up the children and entered the house like a gust of wind.
The rest of the villagers only dared to walk towards the cavalry without turning back three times after being pushed and pulled by the public opinion representatives.
An armed peasant representative was so angry that he kicked a villager on the tailbone: "I'm not sending you to the execution ground, hurry up and leave!"
Waiting for the villagers to lower their eyebrows and look down upon them. After arriving, the low-level monks, who were escorted by the Holy Gun Cavalry, began to open the notice and preach.
The content is nothing more than "When the Salvation Army comes, there will be blue sky. When the Salvation Army comes, there will be peace in Kush", warning the villagers to change to the King's flag and be more honest.
But in this, they heard something different.
After the Holy Gun Cavalry left with billowing smoke, a farmer who was close to them ran to the representative and asked.
"Cousin, what did he mean by dividing the land just now? Did he mean to give us the lord's land?"
"Absolutely." The representative smiled contentedly, " According to the church's tax book, the amount of land you pay will be allocated to you."
"What's more," he turned to look at the other public farmers, and saw an armed farmer named Sersey dragging him along. The brother arrived at a secluded place under the big locust tree and said, "Cousin, how do we divide it?"
The representative frowned and hesitated for a moment, but in the end he puffed up his chest and said, "Let's do it how we divide it." In two days, the gendarmerie will arrive with the field division team.”
"Cousin, we are all good people in the village..."
"I advise you to send the food you missed in the past three years to Castle Joan. As my cousin, I'll tell you the truth in the end, and I won't hurt you."
Patting his cousin on the shoulder, this representative who wanted to make progress stepped forward to the other villagers who had not dispersed.
"Listen carefully, from today on, you are no longer the subjects of the Duke, you are the subjects of the Pope and the Holy Father." The representative pointed his index finger to the sky, "Your Majesty, you are virtuous, give me We have been exempted from taxes for a year, so let’s make good use of the spring plowing, ah, don’t have any evil intentions..."
"Then it must be the mercy of the Holy Father."
"Yes, one year's tax will be exempted if it is said to be exempted."
"Is it really exempted, brother?"
"Maybe it is just a talk, and it will be included in the tribute later. Take it back.”
The representative was holding a meeting above, and the villagers were holding a small meeting below. The armed peasant representative was so angry that he coughed repeatedly before the villagers calmed down.
“Finally, this time I will be in charge of dividing the fields. I want to recruit a teaching army to help with the dividing of the fields. They will be selected from the public farmers. Who has signed up?”
The villagers present immediately became as quiet as chickens, with only a few young villagers raising their hands.
"Okay, it's just you."
Standing on the high hillside, Martin and Sissi looked coldly at the changes taking place in the village below.
Such a scene has been seen many times since they entered the territory of Kush.
Beside the mill, the watermill, the fence, and in the fields and alleys, groups of villagers and townspeople gathered around the representatives, listening with joy or sorrow to the new laws they brought.
After setting off from Rapid City, they entered a state of war and were questioned by relevant authorities. It was not until March 22 that the two of them arrived near Fort Joan of Arc.
However, this scene is only in the periphery, part of the manor that has not yet begun to divide the fields.
When both Martin and Sissi could see the tower of Castle Joan of Arc, the countryside was another scene.
The door of the monastery on the hill was wide open, with billowing smoke, and a neat row of corpses lying beside the wall.
The low-level monk, who had rope shackles on his hands and neck, was being led forward step by step with a mournful face.
The gold and silver coins in the carriages made a crisp sound as the vehicles bumped.
Those gorgeous jewelry exudes a dazzling luster in the sun.
After this dazzling light passed by, there were acres and acres of fields, and the landmark stones and shrubs that had been forcibly divided by the manor owners were being shoveled away one by one by the skitarii. "Let's dismount and walk." Monk Martin could feel the strange looks from around him, especially since he was guided and protected by three Holy Gun Cavalry.
After dismounting, Martin could see the movements of the people in the field more clearly.
A simple straw hut was set up next to the big rock that was the landmark of the manor, and several monks under the hut were reading out names according to the account book.
"Delis from Zheliya Village, 33 years old, with a family of four, divided into 65 acres of land, stepped forward to press the seal and draw the seal."
"Delis from Zheliya Village Lisi... why are you called Delisi again? You are short Delisi, so just call it Delisi Xiao. There are eight people in the family, and the land is divided into 92 acres. Come forward and press the seal. "
The villagers whose names were called one by one pressed their fingerprints and were led to the edge of the fields by the skitarii.
The Skitarii and the Boy Army were holding long rulers, slowly measuring out the fields, and then hammering dozens of wooden sticks into the soil to demarcate the approximate range.
Horn has always been puzzled by the empire's mathematical level. That is, their geometric level is ridiculously strong, even touching the edge of modern times.
But the level of arithmetic is still stuck in the early Middle Ages. To calculate multiplication and division of two-digit numbers, you still need a slide rule, which is really annoying.
Their ideas are very weird. They always use geometric methods to solve arithmetic problems, let alone algebraic operations.
But the good geometric level allowed Horn’s field-dividing movement to run quite well.
Even Rafael, the captain of the Boy Army Gendarmerie, concluded a mathematical rule, that is, the accuracy of a monk's field division is directly proportional to the number of bruises on his face.
On the field, the villagers knelt on the ground, holding the wet and smelly soil in their hands, and one by one they cried loudly.
While kissing the ground, they repeatedly prostrated themselves in the direction of Castle Joan of Arc, shouted "Pope!" and danced on the fields.
Squatting down, grabbing a handful of sticky soil, and looking at the dancing farmer, Martin couldn't help but smile.
But such peaceful and joyful scenes do not exist everywhere. Before they took two steps, they saw an armed farmer being dragged towards the entrance of the village by two skitarii.
He kicked his feet wildly, leaving a long shallow groove on the ground.
"What's going on?" Holding the horse, Martin stopped.
“Let’s go and have a look.” Sissi suggested.
Through the crowd of onlookers, I saw the armed farmer being pinned on a big stone, and his woolen tights were taken off, revealing his dark buttocks.
A military policeman wearing a pointed hat picked up the whip and flicked it, making a crackling sound in the air.
“Pa!”
The muscles on the faces of the surrounding villagers twitched at the same time, and some even turned away unbearably.
With the first whip, the armed farmer began to cry:
“It’s you who want to rob my own land. I didn’t do anything. My only mistake was that I didn’t take responsibility. That representative... is so painful!"
The public opinion representative of the manor crossed his arms on his chest and sneered at the villagers:
"Look, this is the end, take it. The land that should be divided is sold to the public farmers who allocate the land, and the public farmers are allowed to redeem it in installments. If they buy and sell the land illegally, they will be whipped! ”
Looking at the bloody buttocks, other villagers present felt a dull pain in their buttocks.
"I advise you, don't make any mistakes, just divide it how you want. If you have evaded taxes in the past, make up for it as soon as possible and forget about it, otherwise I can't save you."
"You." It is the public opinion that represents your land, and your land has not been divided. Of course you can stand and talk without pain..."
"Who, who is talking?" Pointing to the crowd, the public opinion representative became furious, "My land is not divided. I was divided because I paid the tax, what about you?”
“You representatives can pay for it with money, of course. Everyone pays for it with food, so we are losing money...”
"Who? Who is it? Stand up if you can!" After being exposed one after another, the public opinion representative lost all control and roared at the crowd with his face flushed.
“Does this represent a grassroots official of the Papal State?” Martin asked Sissi in a low voice with interest.
Before Sissi had time to answer, a voice next to her laughed and said: "Let's just say, but if you really want to talk about the grassroots level of the Papal State, I'm afraid they are not up to standard."
" Jeanne!" Sissi smiled and extended her hand to say hello, while Jeanne came slowly leading the horse.
"You must be Brother Martin." Jeanne and Martin bowed with chest caress at the same time, "My brother is injured and it is inconvenient to travel, so he sent me to greet you. Welcome to Castle Joan of Arc. ”
(End of this chapter)