Chapter 511 It turns out to be me
"Why does this potato root and rice cracker porridge seem to be mushy?" After sniffing the pottery pot on the table, Horn stood up and said, "I'll get some honey to cover it with. Cover.”
“If you don’t like it, go away.”
Horn looked at Jeana who fled back to the kitchen with a red face, and subconsciously looked at Catherine who was smiling like a fox.
“What did you do?”
"I haven't done anything. Didn't you tell me to have a good relationship with Jeanne?" Catherine spread her hands, "That's what I'm doing."
Horn moved her up and down After looking it over, he put down his suspicions, turned to Armand who was washing goose feather poles at the door and shouted: "Call those people over for breakfast."
"Okay."
Currently there are no slaves or servants in the Horn Mansion, they are basically composed of loyal heirs.
There are no rules when it comes to eating. No matter where you come from, everyone must eat at the table.
It's just that the main position needs to be given up to Horn.
The courtyard where Horn is located is located behind the castle. The two townhouses and courtyards on the left and right are occupied by old boys.
The three villas behind them are occupied by Cheka guards and night watchmen, and even this section of the road is guarded by military police on both sides.
Of course, the greatest security measures are inside the house.
Catherine and Jeanne are two witches, and a hundred witchers don’t know if they can break into this mansion.
When the patties were served, the aroma of oil penetrated his nose, and Horn's stomach immediately growled.
He stood up and eagerly picked up a piece of meat pie. He was about to fill his stomach first, but was interrupted by Jeanne in the kitchen: "Don't eat, don't eat, you haven't prayed before the meal." ."
"Tsk, who came up with the idea of praying before meals?" Horn complained and put down the hand holding the patties.
But when he looked up, he found Jeanne and several other boy soldiers in the kitchen staring directly at him.
“Oh, it’s me, then it’s okay.”
After taking a sip of black tea, Horn lowered his head in embarrassment and continued to read the newspaper in his hand.
Yes, newspapers, steaming newspapers fresh out of the oven.
After the advancement of movable type printing technology, the first thing Horn did was to try printing newspapers.
With the coordination of all parties, an official newspaper was produced within the Papal Palace.
There is no need to purchase this newspaper. Someone will deliver it to the cardinal's home, while the rest will be placed in the office.
This is the "Pravda" newly printed by the printing workshop directly under the Tribunal of Truth. It is published every half month and is currently in its third issue.
This Pravda was born out of notices posted on bulletin boards in villages and cities every month. It is divided into two pages, four pages and eight pages. Each page is about the size of an A4 paper.
The eight pages are divided into four parts, including scholars’ commentaries, teachings and battle reports, recent policy trends and personnel changes, news and prices, and reader contributions.
However, due to technical limitations, it is impossible to create small-sized movable type, so the characters on this newspaper are very large, so naturally not much can be written.
An article is finished in a few hundred words, and a newspaper only contains a dozen articles and news in total.
According to the Court of Truth, with the current level, it is not a problem to be equipped to the level of the Priestly Order.
When the internal newspapers accumulate experience, they can gradually publish official newspapers for the outside world, and even open private newspapers.
Holding the newspaper in his hand, the inferior light yellow paper smelled bad, and the printing was full of black spots and ink halo.
Horn didn't even dare to use too much force, for fear of accidentally tearing the newspaper.
Reading the newspaper in the morning feels like it was something done by Horn's grandfather's generation, but now, it is already a quite advanced information grabbing mode.
Don't think that Horn knows everything. He doesn't have eyes and ears. It’s not like the Cheka reported everything, so would he still be able to do serious work?
Put down the tea cup and open the newspaper. Naturally, you will not see those news headlines such as "Shocked! Saint Catherine appeared at the door of the Pope's room early in the morning..." or "Jeanine angrily punched the offending officer and flew five meters in the air."
But the rather satisfactory news is "good news, the establishment of the Holy Axis camp" and "six Ibe River terminals are expected to be tendered."
According to past standards, this kind of terminal project is basically guided by Witte.
But at present, Witte is busy with projects in Qiumu Island and Fort Joan of Arc, and there are not enough state-owned masons, so he invites external bidding.
This kind of terminal is just a simple transshipment terminal, or even a temporary terminal, just to open up trade channels between the two parties as soon as possible.
So it doesn’t need to be as elaborately designed as Qiumu Island, it just works. The local masons are definitely good enough.
At the beginning of November, winter is about to enter, and the busy farming season is over.
This creates a lot of spare labor force, which can be used to help build the dock.
Turning to the second page, Horn's rapidly scanning eyes suddenly turned around and stopped on the local news page.
"...Recently, North American workers have formed labor groups and have frequently clashed with local workers...Armand, Armand, come here."
"Your Majesty?" Armand Just as he poked his head out from behind the door, he saw Horn waving and ran over quickly.
At this time, Catherine and Jeanne finally walked out of the kitchen carrying pots of stewed offal.
“What’s going on?” Putting down the clay pot, Jeanne wiped the water on her hands with her apron.
"Do you know about the North American laborers?"
"Yes." Jeanne pulled the newspaper and read word by word, "The conflict between the North American laborers and the local laborers... I have seen it Several times.”
Listening to Jeanne’s explanation, Horn learned that after the summer, the Mound County Church, which was defended by North, entered a truce period.
As a result, a large number of North County mountain people returned to their hometowns. It happened that the North County mountain people who had made a lot of money during the previous war in Langsand County were also going to return home.
As soon as the two sides met, the fellows from the Mound County battlefield realized that they had been fooled.
The original boar knights in North County believed in the rumors that Mound County was weak, and regarded Meliaty's suggestion of sending troops to Langsander County as a chore.
Help a group of farmers defeat the Duke, which doesn’t sound right.
But now, looking at it, Gouer actually asked those farmers to defeat the imperial company, which is unreasonable.
The boar knights originally thought that Horn's identity as a saint grandson and the chosen pope was fake, but now they are a little suspicious.
The knights headed by Murat and the mountain people who went to Langsander County all became rich, bought land in the plains, built houses, and wanted to move their families there.
But they still have to live in the mountains miserably, which is so unfair.
A large number of North County mountaineers decided to go down the mountain to dig gold at Fort Joan of Arc.
In just one month, nearly a thousand North Mountain residents poured in. They had no other skills and no identity. In addition to carrying bags at the dock, they were construction workers and masons.
These mountain people have always been brave and fierce, and like to stick together.
Although he doesn’t do anything sneaky, he always has conflicts with locals, which increases a lot of security costs.
"Why didn't I know about this?" Horn felt relieved after hearing that there was no big trouble.
"You have been busy with the Sacred Axis affairs during this period, how can you have the energy to pay attention to these small things." After explaining this, Jeanne shook her head regretfully, "They are all good spearmen. If they Come early, just in time to join the Black Hats as a recruit."
"No wonder." Armand suddenly slapped his forehead and took out a letter from his pocket.
Horn closed the newspaper and picked up the letter from his hand: "I was surprised, no wonder."
"When I went out just now, I saw Murat in Walking around the door, I asked him what he was doing and asked me to pass this letter to you and then ran away. "I guess that's what happened."
(End of this chapter)