Chapter 213 Refugees on the Island
The bridgehead of the long bridge connecting Qiumu Island to the shore has become a large camp for refugees.

At the end of the road, the refugees sat down one by one according to the division of ten or hundred households, anxiously waiting for someone to call the names of their hundred-household heads and ten-household heads.

The first batch of more than 8000 people who went to the island had basically been purged in the refugee camp outside Jeanne d'Arc and were allowed to go to the island directly.

The more than 10000 people here now joined later, so they still need to be cleansed.

The water from Nanze Lake was pumped into a wine barrel half a person's height, and under the barrel was a semi-buried stove with a fire burning.

The raging flames licked the stove until all the overflowing lake water in the wine barrel was heated up, and the filled wine barrel would be carried to the other side.

Canvas curtains were hung on wooden supports to divide the men's and women's areas. In each large wooden barrel stood a refugee whose skin was red from being scalded by hot water.

According to His Holiness the Pope, this is to cleanse past sins.

The boar-bristle brushes were used vigorously on the refugees, rubbing off all the dead skin, oily dirt, lice and ticks.

Amid the refugees' screams of "Oooooh!" after being washed with the Ceci brand's spicy bath solution, a nimble makeshift barber came forward and started cutting their hair.

They cut the men's beards to about an inch long and shaved their hair no higher than their ears, while the women's hair was cut no higher than their shoulders.

After everything is done, someone will grab a handful of insect repellent powder and sprinkle it on the person's chest and back. Then they will change into underwear that the Salvation Army has sewn in advance, and men and women will go to the wooden house to warm themselves by the fire and dry the clothes that have been soaked in hot water and medicine.

The whole process takes about an hour, and about 8-10 hundred households can be transported to the island from morning to night.

At the Qiumu Island Pier at the other end of the long bridge, the refugees who were crowded across the floating bridge encountered their second hurdle, which was household registration.

"Don't push, don't push, follow your own ten households closely, the heads of the ten households should look closely at the flags in the hands of the heads of the hundred households and follow the flags!"

Standing on a stone pier at the bridge head, an elder's voice became extremely hoarse as he roared, commanding the bloated crowd.

A checkpoint was erected at the end of the floating bridge. There were five exits at the checkpoint, and five registrars were posted at each exit to register the population.

"Which centurion? What's your name?" Boritz asked impatiently, holding a quill.

"The Mosan Hundred Household, Jia, Jiashkur."

"Gagashkul, right?" Boritz filled in the name on the two-dimensional form. "Are you married? If you have a wife and children, tell me their names..."

"Taxes, tax collector, my name is Gaskul..."

"I don't care what you add, whether you get married or not. The people behind are still waiting." Without waiting for Gaskur to finish, Boritz immediately said in a stern voice.

You have to know that there are five to six hundred people crossing the river each time. Only after the first hundred households have passed can the next hundred households pass. This means that at least 100 people must be registered at each exit every hour.

Boritz doesn't have that much time to accompany them to correct them slowly.

"I've married them. This is my wife Sally, and my son Dormammu..." After being scolded by Boritz, Gaskur could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Boritz quickly wrote down the names, genders, birth years, health conditions, birthplaces, occupations, education levels, ten-household and hundred-household groups, and identity codes of the five members of the household on the registration form. He let out a breath and copied the form again.

Finally, he took out a piece of wood, spit twice into the madder mud, and handed it to Gaskul in front of him: "Everyone, put your handprint."

As he said this, he signaled the old soldier next to him to untie the chain and the small door, and knocked on the table: "Don't run around after you go there, your ten-household leader will take you away."

On the way from Zhend'Arc Castle to Qiumu Island, Horn had asked them to organize themselves into ten households and hundred households. According to the current 25000 people, Horn has a total of 48 hundred households, of which about 14 hundred households need to live in Beize or on the foothills, and 34 hundred households live on Qiumu Island.

However, this organization of tens or hundreds of households is still relatively loose. Horn needs to finalize this organizational system through a census to facilitate future human resource management and deployment.

After registering this group of people, while the next group of centurions were about to arrive, Boritz picked up the water bag on the table and took a sip of light beer.

I really don’t know if that Saint Sun has some brain problems because he jumped too much. What’s the point of recording these things?

If you say it is binding tax household registration books, then just say it is binding tax household registration books. It took Boritz a long time to think about what the census is.

After all, this is a word that Horn coined by combining the three words "population", "general" and "reconnaissance".

After passing the test, Boritz was successfully selected as a registrar and began short-term training.

As a notary who pays a lot of taxes, has Boritz never eaten pork or seen pigs run? What's the point of short-term training? Boritz can finish the so-called course by lying down.

However, when the short-term training actually began, Boritz immediately sat up and learned.

Not only was Horn the teacher, but they also had to learn something new: a system of numerals called Arabic.

The Norn accountant companion who came in with Boritz was originally saying that Saint Sun Horn was fanciful and unnecessary. The Empire's numerical system was already good, so why was he trying to be so new?

But when the first math class began, the more than one hundred registrars present, especially those who were former accountants and businessmen, fell into a trance.

Is this math?
Why is it that the words used by Saint Sun are simple and easy to understand individually, but they are incomprehensible when put together? Why is it that Horn, speaking in obscure words, can inexplicably solve the mathematical problems that seem extremely difficult to them?

Fortunately, Horn was only there to intimidate them. What they really needed to learn was how to register their household registration details.

Those Arabic numerals are just to teach them how to encode their identities.

In the opinion of Boritz, a big taxpayer, Horn was not a good enough lord because he only asked about occupation and education level but forgot to investigate his background, assets and annual income.

This is the most important thing about paying taxes.

During the short training period, Boritz also learned something extremely important, that is, the Salvation Army might recruit soldiers and prepare to attack Fort Jeanne d'Arc again in three months.

Is it true that four thousand serf soldiers went to attack the Imperial Order Company?
If this trend continues, Boritz will see that the Papal State will be destroyed sooner or later!
But it’s better that it’s over. Boritz saw and remembered the situation in Qiumu Island and Daze Township.

After Horn's peat industry was developed, this originally muddy land quickly turned into a Feng Shui treasure land with resources, population, and smuggling.

During this period, Boritz planned to work in the City Hall of Autumn Island first, trying to place people from their small group in important positions. Three months later, when the Salvation Army went out to attack Fort Jeanne, they would definitely be defeated.

Once the Savior Army is defeated, he can take advantage of the situation and take the well-managed Autumn Dusk Island to join the church or the witchers.

In this way, Qiumu Island can transform into a black market and make a lot of Sora (the gold coin commonly used in the black market, the small gold coin minted by the royal court). By then...

"Borits!"

Boritz, who had just fallen into a fantasy and laughed secretly, stood up straight: "Good afternoon, Mr. Busak."

Busak looked at him suspiciously, pointed at another registrar next to him and said, "Switch shifts with him, pack up, and follow me to the Trinity Education Team."

(End of this chapter)