Chapter 18: Holy Treasury System
"The Holy Treasury System? What is that?"

There is a loop tree near the hunter's cabin, which is the largest loop tree nearby.

It is said that when the Thousand Valley was still under the rule of the Norns, this Ring Flow Tree was once one of their sacred trees.

Under the circulation tree, there was a large blue-black rock, like a giant snake sticking its head out from the ground, and Horn was standing on top of the black snake's head.

At this moment, there were about sixty villagers sitting cross-legged in front of a large rock, looking up at Horn, their eyes full of confusion.

After revealing that the magic rabbit was the work of the devil Barnett, the villagers' cheers had not yet stopped when they heard an unfamiliar word from Horn's mouth.

Ever since Master Sheng Sunzi returned from Mount Paradise, the villagers have always heard a lot of new terms from his mouth.

Although Master Sheng Sunzi himself did not say it, most villagers believed that these magical names and systems came from Mount Paradise in heaven.

Taking the Holy Ten Households System as an example, under the original rural order of the empire, the essence was that the knights would tell the armed peasants if they had any problems, and then the armed peasants would pull the public book peasants to do it.

The lack of organization and clear rules often leads to a situation where one has no place to use the resources, resulting in various problems such as waste, inefficiency, frequent changes in orders, and duplication of management.

Some knights didn't even know how many public peasants and armed peasants they had.

Due to their extraordinary powers, the lords and nobles became unprecedentedly powerful, the hierarchy was even stricter than in the Middle Ages, and the system was even more backward than in the Middle Ages.

It was the first time they had seen such an advanced feudal system that was so fair and efficient as the Sacred Ten-Household System.

As for the believers' meetings that Horn often convened, they were not advanced systems but old traditions of the church, a custom that had been left over from the days of the El Empire.

The election of early Messianic bishops relied on this universal suffrage model, which was a village election method such as "I vote for so-and-so, he is the popular choice."

At this believer's conference, each family sent a representative to sit together, while Horn stood on the moss, with his hands behind his back and a stern face.

"Master Holy Grandson, what does this Holy Treasury system mean?" An armed farmer raised his hand and asked with some discomfort.

This was the rule Horn had set for the chaotic believers' meeting. Everyone had to raise their hands to get permission before speaking. Those who had been disobedient before were refused permission to attend the meeting by Horn this time.

Go back and wait for notification.

"As the saying goes, all things belong to the Holy Father, because all things were created by the Holy Father. So no matter who possesses something, is it really his own?" Horn waved his hand righteously, "No, he is just borrowing or renting it. It truly belongs to the Holy Father, the Holy Tree, and the Holy Lord."

This is to establish a spiritual foundation based on scriptures and principles. After all, it is illegal fundraising, so it must have a high-sounding name.

“In the eyes of the Holy Father, we are all brothers and sisters, one big family, and the Holy Father has given all things to all of us. In other words, all things are everyone’s property.

Since it is a big family, have any of you ever seen a family's wealth being separated?"

Many villagers' eyes lit up.

This was the first time they had heard such a statement, but after hearing it at first glance and thinking about it carefully, they immediately felt that it was right, absolutely right!

All beings are equal under the Holy Father, and we are all brothers and sisters. How come knights are superior to others?

Since we are a big family, why are you so rich and I am so poor? Why are we farmers and Barnett a knight?

It should be a rotation among the knights, and it will be my turn next year!
"So, this holy treasury system is everyone's granary. All personal food is put into the holy treasury, including me. The food collected every day and the spoils also belong to the holy treasury, instead of being taken by myself for my own use."

Horn looked down at the crowd in front of him, and suddenly waved his hand in front of him: "As for the food, money and goods in the holy treasury, everyone can use them together, and everyone can get them equally. Everyone can get enough food and clothing. The more you work, the more you get. The less you work, the less you get. If you don't work, you get nothing. What do you say? Do you want to roar?"

"Hurrah!"

Most of the villagers nodded in agreement, their expressions hardly changing, but almost all the armed farmers were shy and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

You know, the public farmers and refugees had no food to begin with, so of course they could say that without any hesitation.

The armed farmers really do have food.

An armed peasant raised his hand impatiently, standing out among the crowd like a reef rising from the waves.

Busak wanted to stop him, but was too late.

But Horn seemed not to see it. His eyes were cold, and he continued to talk to himself: "Now is a time of disaster, with a shortage of food and clothing. If someone still wants to go against the will of the Holy Father and occupy the Holy Father's property, then he must be a devil!" Pointing a finger at the cloudy sky, Horn raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly: "This kind of devil should be drowned, burned by fire, struck by lightning, and pierced by thousands of swords! He must go to hell after death!"

After being told this by the Saint Grandson Master, everyone present was shocked and sat up straighter.

"Ahem... Hey, you were raising your hand just now, what did you want to say?"

Under the cold eyes of dozens of other villagers, the armed farmer who raised his hand looked around and swallowed his saliva: "I, I, I'm thirsty, I want to pee."

"You raised your hand in a very good manner, which shows that you have taken the Holy Father's teachings to heart. However, for such a small matter, just tell your ten heads of households." Horn smiled gently, "Since no one has any objection, let's do this. Tomorrow morning, everyone will put all the food at the door of the hut. If anyone hides it, they will report the devil...Busak, what do you want to say?"

"Saint grandson." Putting down his raised hand, Busak stood up and bowed. "I agree with the Holy Treasury system, but the armed peasants have only 10 to 20 pounds of food rations at most, and the total is only about 100 pounds. Now that the wild animals in the forest have disappeared, where will the food come from?"

Looking at the puzzled eyes that all turned to him, Horn smiled and took out a potato root from his pocket and held it high: "When I was at Mount Paradise, the Holy Father told me how to feed His lambs. The way to salvation lies in it."

"Potato roots?"

"If you eat more than two bites of that thing, you'll die. I'll only eat one and a half bites if I'm extremely hungry, and I'll have diarrhea all night long."

"Master Saint Grandson, the human world is different from Paradise Mountain. You can't eat potato roots."

Looking at the cassava in Horn's hand, everyone tried to dissuade him, but Horn smiled and said, "This potato root grew out of the ground and was cursed by the devil, so it is poisonous. The Holy Father has already passed down a method to detoxify it."

If my guess is correct, based on the behavior of the man who died from eating potato roots, the toxicity inside the potato roots is extremely similar to that of the cassava in his hometown.

Then the method of detoxifying cassava can also be applied to potato roots.

If the detoxification method is chemical, Horn will still hesitate considering the differences in the microscopic internal structure of this world.

But since the toxicity is removed by physical means, this world is no different from his hometown in a macro sense, so maybe it can be used.

"You can peel the potato roots, cut them into pieces, put them in a wooden basket, and soak them in running water for a whole day to wash away the poison from the Hell with holy water. When you eat it, you must change the pot and boil it twice with cold water."

Horn introduced it to the people present with great confidence.

"There are a lot of these potato roots, and they are everywhere. If they can be used as a staple food, they will definitely be enough for us to eat."

Besides, Horn has checked and found that the starch content of this potato root is quite high, so there is absolutely no problem using it as a staple food.

"Hail, Holy Father and Holy Lord!"

"Hail, Holy Grandson, Master!"

Led by Jeshka, most of the people present cheered again.

As for the armed peasants, they whispered in pain and fear.

After rearranging the villagers' tasks and asking them to try their best to collect enough potato roots before dinner, Horn called Jessica and asked him to keep a close eye on the movements of the armed peasants and report to him at any time.

After everything was arranged one by one, Horn finally had time to walk towards the cabin.

Day after day, things happen one after another. When can I take a break?
As he walked into the cabin, Horn saw Jeanne standing in front of the window, doing something like a spinning top in her hand.

I saw her first wrap a bunch of rabbit hair around the twisting rod, twist it tightly and then turn it over. Then she put her hands together like she did when she was a child making a bamboo dragonfly, rubbed it hard on the long pole, and then pulled it from the bottom, and a long spinning thread was pulled out.

"A-choo!" Perhaps because there was too much dust and rabbit hair, Horn sneezed. He rubbed his itchy nose and walked in front of Jeanne.

"Are you spinning rabbit hair?" Horne walked forward and picked up a rabbit hair thread. "There are two pieces of cloth in Barnett's box. What are you spinning this thread for?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Jeanne's face.

She took the yarn from Horn's hand, and a flash of lightning jumped from her fingertips onto the yarn.

A golden light suddenly appeared, causing Horn to squint his eyes, but then his eyes suddenly widened.

"What's going on?"

(End of this chapter)