I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 155 Moscow Population Office, starting with saving babies

Then Peter said:

"The military pay is paid in the name of Queen Elizabeth."

He is not worried about the morale of the army, because only a small part of them are fighting outside, and dozens of other legions are now very loyal to him.

And with the relationship between him and his aunt, there is no suspicion, and there is no need to distinguish so clearly.

Both Vorontsov and Bestutev felt at a loss as to what to say.

They all understood what His Majesty meant by saying this, and they posted it in the name of Queen Elizabeth because they didn't want people to think that he was a wise monarch.

But it's also too pretentious.

Bestutev felt mixed feelings, because he was once one of those who were deceived.

What else can he say?

Bestutev said:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Then Peter said:

"Next, I would like to make a few comments on the population..."

With money, some ideas can be put into action, can really do something, Peter feels very happy.

……

It has been three days since the first fashion conference was held. The princesses and ambassadors from all over the world are obsessed with this fashion. The tailoring department of the palace is not stingy with them. If they want fashion, they will discount it, and some will give it as a gift. Enough for these ambassadors and princesses to spread the fashions bearing the Russian imperial mark to their respective countries.

These transfers are often done quickly, because they are also the subjects of the monarchs of their respective countries, and it is their job to please the monarchs.

And just when the Russian royal fashion began to attract attention in various countries, some changes were quietly taking place in Moscow.

This change has nothing to do with fashion, and it has nothing to do with newspapers, a department with a very ordinary name has been established--

"Moscow Population Office."

……

Zail is a 40-year-old middle-aged woman who was bought by a foreigner for 100 rubles when she was younger.

Although she was only 13 years old at that time, the price of 100 rubles was enough to prove her beauty.

At that time she was young and shy, very lovable.

But later the foreigner left Russia and resold her to a nobleman. During the period, she changed hands several times, and finally her color faded, and she became a serf who had to work in the fields with his hands again.

After doing farm work on the land in early spring, Zail returned to his simple house when night fell.

The house is made of wood, the more glorious it used to be, the more desolate it is now, Zail looked at the humble house sadly.

But even when she was at her most brilliant, no matter how much she was worth, it had nothing to do with her.

Because the money belongs to the aristocrats.

Over the course of countless masters, she gave birth to daughters or sons, drowned one after another, and finally, when she feared that she would never be pampered again, she gave birth to her last child, Edith, who secretly Raised, no one bothered.

Edith is a girl, but she is pathetic because she is also a serf.

The closer he got to the residence, the more ugly Zail's face became, because his daughter was pregnant.

Zail's parents were serfs who once sold her to the foreigner who can't remember now for 100 rubles, and she was going to sell her daughter for no less than 100 rubles.

But to her dismay, her daughter was seduced by a serf who had nothing, and now it would be nice to sell it for 10 rubles!

"Edith! Edith! Why didn't you cook?"

Zail started shouting before he entered the room, his voice had long since lost the softness of his youth, and was filled with only dissatisfaction with life and anger at his daughter.

But what responded to her was her daughter's screams.

Zail rushed in and saw his daughter in labor.

Zail couldn't help panicking. She blocked every possible place in the house, lest her daughter's cry would spread the news.

Her daughter has been locked up by her since she showed signs of pregnancy.

When you sell it, you need to have a medical examination, and now you can't get such a high price, but if you have given birth to a child, the price will shrink significantly.

Then Zail walked up to his daughter. He was very angry with his daughter, but he couldn't help but shed tears when he saw her crying in pain.

"Ugh..."

She cried a few times, stroked her daughter's face and hands, comforted her, and then prayed to the Virgin Mary.

"Holy Mother of Mercy, please keep my daughter safe and sound, please!"

Zail didn't know whether he was afraid of losing an income, or he was really worried about his daughter, and his lips trembled in prayer.

The money from the sale of her daughter was what she longed for, because she could keep it.

Edith's face was already pale, and her face was covered with sweat. Although she was thin, she probably shouldn't be killed. With her loudest scream, she suddenly passed out.

Zail looked quickly, and was terrified to see that the baby was born. The baby was very thin, and his two small fists were tightly clenched, as if he didn't feel the change in the environment.

But after a while, she burst into tears.

Although she was a girl, Zail looked terrified.

Because she could no longer support the child, an unknown number of people drowned every night in Moscow. She glanced at the fabric next to her, and then at her unconscious daughter.

Zail couldn't help crying:
"Poor Edith, why are you being seduced when you're a child? Why?"

As she cried, she picked up the cloth and covered the baby's mouth.

How could a child be as powerful as an adult, and the baby's body quickly turned purple, and when it was about to suffocate, there was a sudden loud knock on the door:

"Open the door! Open the door!!"

Then the door was kicked open, Zail looked horrified as he saw the tall people walking in.

These people were neatly dressed, with red cross armbands on their arms, but perhaps because they had traveled a lot, their feet were covered with mud.

Zail had never seen these people, but their demeanor was very strict, just like those who were carrying out punishments for noble gentlemen.

As a serf, Zail dared not question anyone. She shrank to the side in panic, fearing in her heart, not knowing what would happen.

As soon as she let go, the baby's crying suddenly became louder.

One of the women in uniform walked quickly up to the baby, looked down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She put the baby in a place sheltered from the wind, and quickly looked at the mother who had just given birth. When she saw the girl's age, she didn't show mercy, but just started to do the nursing work that seemed to have been done many times.

If one of the men hadn't been very fierce, and he had a flintlock pistol on his waist——Zayle had been with the nobles when he was young, and he knew the horror of this thing——Zayle would have wondered what they were going to do.

The man stepped forward and glanced at Zail, who immediately fell to his knees in fright and wailed:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Please!!"

Several other uniformed people looked at the man, the man shook his head, feeling very helpless, he said:

"Come here and register, you just wanted to suffocate this baby, right?"

(End of this chapter)