Chapter 293 Progress of the Hundred Household System Reform

This work arrangement does not mean that Horn treats Martin harshly, but that he treats himself in this way.

Horn himself works more than ten hours a day.
It is common for bishops and working groups to wake up in the morning to go to work, and then go to sleep after work.

Although the Saviors are currently in high spirits and seem to be confident that they will soon surpass Leia and surpass Fran.

But Horn himself knew very well that their regime was too new and their power was too weak.

Perhaps they are a hundred times stronger than they were during the Gulag, but the gap with their current enemies is still huge.

Any slackness could lead to the crisis of national destruction.

As the saying goes, a blacksmith must have strong tools himself. Many previous experiences have taught Horn that it is better to develop himself than to rely on others.

In order to cope with the strong military pressure from the outside world, Horn had to use his best trick - roll.

Not only did he roll himself, he also forced the people below to roll together, requiring them to keep up with Shengsun's rhythm.

Since it would take too long to build the government structure and the top priority now was to advance the Holy Land Edict, Horn adopted a more flexible working group model.

For example, there are now twenty-five land distribution groups, seven financial management groups, five public security groups, and so on.

These groups all report directly to Horn himself.

Although this would make Horn a little tired, the efficiency would be improved without the delay of communication through various levels.

However, these are only stopgap measures at present. In the future, we still have to establish a complete bureaucratic system and bureaucratic system.

"Is that all?" Horn closed the account book sent by the finance team.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The accountant wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "We currently have 11 gold pounds and 5 gallons of grain. Together with the civilian reserves, we can probably last for another month."

"I remember that rice crackers are planted in March and harvested in July, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The accountant flipped through a few pages of the book in his hand. "Based on the current situation, we will be completely in a food shortage in early May. There are still two months before the harvest. The church has closed the road checkpoints, so the grain cannot be transported to us."

"That, together with the food expenses for the June expedition to the Ibe Plains, leaves us short of nearly 6 million gallons, which is equivalent to about 100 million pounds of grain."

"I see." After pondering for a long time, Horn closed the book in his hand. "You did a good job. You can go back now. When you leave, ask Brother Martin to come to me."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The moment the accountant turned around, Horn saw a large sweat stain on the back of his robe.

Horn couldn't help but chuckle.

Unlike those local bishops who were not familiar with practical matters, Horn could make these low-level monks sweat profusely almost every time he asked questions.

Horn, who came from the modern era, was superior to them in thinking ability and vision. The only thing he lacked was practical experience at the grassroots level, which he had acquired through the previous Long Road of Blood and Sweat and Daze Township.

There is no way to get away with it in front of the King of Rolls Horn.

But to be honest, it's not that difficult. The field division group may be a little tired, but the other groups only work six or seven hours a day.

Because it was a feudal period, the imperial people had a very backward concept of time and had no idea of ​​punctuality.

Many cathedral priests in churches say that they work ten hours a day without any holidays all year round.

But only half an hour out of ten hours is spent on dealing with specific matters, and the rest of the time is spent napping, having fun and socializing.

They mix work and rest together, working for five minutes and resting for an hour, which is extremely inefficient.

Instead of concentrated work and concentrated rest like in modern times.

In their eyes, a Pope like Horn who works from morning till night without stopping is simply a lunatic.

The others around him were exhausted from following Horn's modern, efficient, fast-paced workflow.

But they also had to admit that the current administrative efficiency and progress of the Salvation Army was more than five times higher than before. Some low-level monks clearly remembered that in the past, it took about two weeks to measure the land of a "hundred-household area" as Horn called it.

The current land distribution team takes only 4-6 days to measure and distribute the land in a -household area.

The 25 land distribution teams worked together and advanced madly at an average rate of 7 hundred-household areas per day.

At the current rate, the 10-household system reform for people in Qiancheng Special Zone will be completed in about a month.

Hair is difficult to gather, but braids are easy to grab. Once the reform of the hundred-household district is completed, Horn's control and mobilization power over the grassroots will far exceed the empire's imagination.

What helped Horn achieve high efficiency was not some high-quality elite talents, but the children's army department.

The Children's Army was divided according to its functions into the Cheka led by René, the Gendarmerie led by Rafell, and the Night Watch led by Duvalon.

Among them, the Cheka was responsible for intelligence investigation and anti-sabotage, the gendarmerie was responsible for judicial execution and anti-espionage, and the night watchmen were responsible for maintaining public order and counter-espionage.

The current fifth batch of children's soldiers has been recruited, with a total number of 453 people, the youngest being 9 years old and the oldest being 17 years old.

Teenagers aged 15 and over account for one third.

Most of the parents of these orphans died at the hands of knights and nobles, and they have a deep hatred for the Empire and the Church.

Under the system of the Papal States, they are the youngest, most serious and most fanatical group, and are difficult to buy off.

The armed peasants and citizens who were detained a second time by the Children's Army for bribery can attest to this with tears.

Currently, most of the teenagers who are actually in charge of the work are over 15 years old, and it is adults who are responsible for the specific arrests and a series of matters.

But they are still too young, and are always rash in the process of enforcing the law, often resorting to intimidation and beatings.

Taking the Cheka and the gendarmerie as an example, their reputation among the people, especially among the citizens, is not very good.

Horn has recently realized this, but he is unable to get around to rectifying it for the time being.

In times of chaos, severe punishments must be used. Currently, the Papal States is still in a state of war.

There are many armed peasants and even public-book peasants in various places who are colluding with old knights and priests. The child army is also a good deterrent.

This brought Horn a problem he had not expected - the attitude of the civil servants of the Salvation Army government towards him became one of respect and fear.

All the low-ranking monks working under the Salvation Army government were trembling with fear when they saw him.

Even though he thought he acted gentle and easy-going, it didn't help much.

After all, they have been to the battlefield, and the murderous aura is so strong that people with weak mental qualities often cannot even stand steadily.

The last time Horn was listening to a report, he was distracted and subconsciously asked "Huh?", and the low-level monk who was reporting knelt down on the spot.

It really left him helpless.

After seeing off the old accountant who came to report on the financial situation, Horn stood up and wanted to stretch, but saw Martin standing at the door with his head poking his head.

"Brother Martin, what are you doing standing here? Come right in."

"Your Majesty." Brother Martin shook hands with Horne with dark circles under his eyes. "I want to ask, it's been three days, when can I go to the big library?"

"That's why I asked you to come here," Horn replied succinctly. "I have to go back to Autumn Sunset Island tomorrow."

"That's great... Uh, may I ask why you're returning to Autumn Sunset Island at this time?"

The smile on his face gradually faded, and Horn looked up at the setting sun beside the dark clouds: "Whether alive or dead, our war monks must go home."

(End of this chapter)