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

Chapter 156 The Decree of Our Lady, No.18 Orphanage

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

Hearing what the man with the flintlock gun said, Zail trembled even more. Her face was pale, and she dared not say a word.

Seeing her fear, the man said:
"Don't be afraid, if you don't want this baby, register here, she will be sent to the orphanage."

"Orphanage? What's that place?"

Seeing that the man's tone is very gentle even though he looks fierce, Zail couldn't help asking in a murmur.

She had never heard of this place.

The man glanced at her and explained:

"It is the newly established place of the Privy Council. There is one every five kilometers in Moscow."

"I sign, I sign!"

Zail didn't dare to ask too many questions. With the man's surprised expression, she took the quill and wrote her name on the designated place.

Before she was sold, she could not write, but in order to better please the nobles, she learned it when she was young.

The man didn't ask too many questions. After glancing at the registered name, he wrote down the approximate address, asked about Zail's relationship with the baby, and wrote down his grandmother in the corresponding column.

Then the man said:
"This baby will be sent to the nearest No.18 orphanage, please choose a name."

Zail hesitated for a while, she never thought that this child would live, nor did she think about the name, racked her brains for a while, and said:

"Do you think Alice is okay?"

Alice was the name of one of the beautiful actresses she saw when she was young when she followed the noble master to watch the opera.

The man nodded indifferently, wrote "Alice" on the baby's name, and then said:

"If the baby survives in the orphanage, you can also visit, but you have to register and you can't take her away."

Then instruct one of them to put down a cloth bag and say:

"Here are three catties of rice, two bags of milk and 1/2 ruble. According to the Privy Council's decree of the Virgin, it is prepared for the delivery of a woman. The delivery woman must survive, and we will pay a return visit later."

Then he stopped talking to Zail, looked at the woman and said:

"Let's go."

Nursing the girl who had just given birth, the women in uniform nodded and wrapped the baby in the cotton cloth they brought, and then these people walked into the night amidst the baby's cries.

Through the open door, Zail saw the men parting on the road.

One person walked in one direction with the baby in his arms, while the others headed in another direction.

Zail stared blankly at the things they left behind. Her mind was still in a mess, and she was dazed by the decree of the Virgin, which she had never heard of, and these sudden arrivals.

She knew that the Privy Council was a high-ranking institution, but when did she have anything to do with low-class people like them?
After regaining consciousness, Zail untied the cloth bag and took a look. His expression became excited, and he looked at his daughter who was still unconscious, with tears streaming down his eyes.

It is exactly as the man said, three catties of rice, two bags of milk and one silver ruble, which is 1/2 face value.

In ecstasy, Zail picked up the silver ruble and kissed it again and again. It had been so long that she hadn't seen the money.

And according to the man, it seems to belong to her?
Even if it's for my daughter, it's still money!
She is a serf...

For a moment, looking back on half his life, Zail couldn't help but feel sad, turned around and cried with his daughter in his arms.

Then, thinking that these people would come again, she didn't care to cry anymore, and hurriedly prepared to breastfeed her daughter.

……

A nimble woman in a uniform hurried back with the registration information, holding the baby girl who had just been named Alice.

She was going to send the baby girl to the nearest No.18 orphanage. On the way, from time to time, she saw people in the same uniform holding a baby in their hands just like her.

Although they met, they all just nodded, no one spoke, and some walked a little slower, that was feeding the baby.

Soon they walked to the neighborhood, even where the petty citizens lived, there was no lack of drunks and beggars, but none of them dared to provoke these uniformed people.

Even the usually noisy and chaotic neighborhoods became quiet, only the sound of loud horns remained.

"Listen everyone, the Privy Council has set up the Notre Dame. Anyone who dares to throw a baby into the ditch or suffocate it with any other things will not tolerate it. Forced births, you don't know how many men you will be mated with every day until it is detected that you are pregnant."

"After the age of 45, you will be punished to work in Siberia until you die!"

"Don't do these things that have serious consequences. Don't be afraid when you give birth to a baby. You can't afford Notre Dame to raise it, and don't worry about damaging your reputation. Hang your children with bamboo baskets or other things at night. We I don’t know who you are, nor do others, but if you still want to meet your children in the future and leave their names, we will send them to the nearest orphanage under the jurisdiction of Notre Dame.”

The loudspeaker is made of iron sheet and was issued by the newly established Notre Dame Cathedral under the Privy Council. One person shouting can be heard throughout the street. Some citizens feel strange and want to watch secretly, but they are all warned, and some even He was also fined 10-50 kopecks at the door.

10-50 kopecks, this is a sky-high price!

Those citizens who peeked immediately felt bleeding, and they would be locked up the second time they appeared, and then no one dared to watch the excitement anymore.

The woman in uniform holding Alice had good eyesight. In this novel and strange atmosphere, she saw a bamboo basket being hung down from time to time.

There was a cry from inside, and then a person wearing a white cross armband immediately ran over to take the baby away, and the bamboo basket was quickly pulled by the rope and taken back.

Nedra had never done a job of this nature before, and for some reason, the cries seemed to ring in her heart, making her almost shed tears.

She glanced down at the baby in her arms, scraped her little face, and rushed to her destination amidst the repeated sound of horns.

No.18 Orphanage is a series of wooden houses with strict fire control. The wooden house in the middle is the largest. Nedra came to the largest house with the baby in his arms. Handed it to a nun.

The nun wrote Alice's name on a small sign and tied it around the baby's ankle.

Then Nedra glanced at Alice who was placed on the small cotton bed, and did not talk to other people who came carrying the baby one after another, and entered the night again.

Nedra, she is an official sharecropper...

(End of this chapter)