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

Chapter 157 Dirty Ford Street
For several days, every night, the constant sound of the loudspeaker sounded in different streets of Moscow. For a time, the Notre Dame Cathedral, the Notre Dame Tracing Department, and the people wearing the red cross armbands and white cross armbands were recognized by the majority of Moscow citizens. known.

No one said anything about this new department, nor about the new Madonna decree, after all, it was the children who were being saved.

Zail did not steal his daughter's milk, so after a few days, Edith was able to barely get out of bed, which made Zail happier.

She didn't say anything about wanting to smother the child to death. At first, Edith cried a few times when she heard that the child was taken away, but then she resigned to her fate.

She knew this was the fate of serfs.

Then she went to the No.18 orphanage with her mother, and Edith couldn't help being stunned when she saw the baby in the room.

"Are these unwanted children?"

With awe and timidity towards the institution under the jurisdiction of Notre Dame, Edith said tremblingly.

Edith was just talking to herself in shock. A nun glanced at her, recognized her identity as a serf directly from her clothes and facial features, and said indifferently:
"Who are you looking for? You have 1 minute to visit, and you can only visit once a month."

The nun didn't take these two visiting women seriously. If it wasn't for the visitation rules promulgated by Notre Dame, she would never talk to the lowly serfs.

Because the Russian Empire has a strict hierarchy, monarchs, nobles, churches, merchants, citizens, and the bottom is serfs.

And nuns belong to the church.

Zail and Edith didn't dare to say anything about the indifferent and condescending attitude towards the nun. Edith had never talked to the nun, and her mind went blank for a while.

Zail had been with nobles before, and she quickly said:

"Alice, let's find Alice."

Soon, Zail met her granddaughter, and Edith met her daughter.

Edith broke down in tears, kissed her daughter, and was surprised to see that her daughter was definitely better here than living with her.

Because the little bed she slept on was covered with cotton.

"My child, my child..."

Edith murmured through tears.

Zail was not moved by her daughter's behavior, she just glanced aside and didn't even get close.

If she didn't want Edith to make a fuss, she wouldn't have accompanied Edith here at all.

Although the Notre Dame decreed that even the serfs of noble manors had the right to visit babies, she was worried that she would be whipped by the noble steward if she went out during the working hours.

Moreover, it was the birth of this baby girl that deprived the daughter of a better worth. Her father was also a vicious serf!

Thinking of the lost rubles, Zail felt extremely heartbroken.

The two didn't dare to stay for a minute. They thanked the nun and left. On the way, Edith said:
"Mom, please teach me the craft."

Zail was a little stunned. She herself had some skills. Before she was sold when she was young, her parents taught her to sew bedding, iron clothes and curl hair for the hostess.

Edith didn't even bother to learn how she beat and scolded Edith before.

Edith looked at Zail and begged:

"Mom, I know I'm wrong. Please teach me some skills and sell me for a good price. I just ask you to leave some of the money for your granddaughter, okay?"

Zail's face darkened, he snorted coldly and did not reply, holding back his anger.

When had she ever asked for a hundred rubles, or half a kopeck?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he couldn't bear it anymore, Zail slapped Edith and said angrily:

"You also know that learning some skills can sell more, but you just gave birth to a child for that serf who has nothing. You were worth 100 rubles!"

Edith wept over Zail's angry voice.

But as they walked, Zail sighed and agreed.

……

The position of the dean of Notre Dame is vacant, and Ivanovic, the director of the mysterious office, has a new position, the vice president of Notre Dame.

There are 50 serfs under the name of the Russian royal family. These people work on the land owned by the monarch and the royal family. Another 280 million serfs are official tenant farmers. They are owned by the state and live in Russian land and villages. According to the state promulgated Laws and regulations pay money or work.

The church owned 100 million serfs who worked on church-owned fields.

The serfs who accounted for the largest proportion belonged to the nobles, large and small, and there were as many as 550 million serfs.

There are also industrial serfs, who are laborers without personal freedom who work in mines and foundries and are neither owned by mine owners nor managers, but are completely subordinate to mines and foundries.

In short, there were at least 1600 million serfs among the 1000 million people.

In order to implement the decree of the Virgin, a lot of manpower is needed. These people are not drawn from the royal serfs, nor from the church and nobles. They are drawn from the official tenant farmers, that is, the state-owned serfs.

Many official tenant farmers envied the serfs in the land of the great nobles, because compared with the serfs in the lands of the great nobles, they had to pay a lot of taxes.

Participating in the implementation of the Notre Dame Act can exempt individual taxes for a certain period of time, which makes the state-owned serfs ecstatic.

These state-owned serfs, under the leadership of the mysterious office staff sent by Ivanovic, carried out the decree of the Virgin.

According to the plan, the staff of the mysterious office will no longer participate in the follow-up, but will select outstanding performers from the state-owned serfs to replace them.

Because Russia is very big, His Majesty needs too many people to spread the Holy Mother's decree to the whole country.

In the evening of this day, the nobles of the House of Commons walked out of the palace again, under the escort of Mirkowski and some guards, preparing to go to the dirtiest place in Moscow.

And with this nobleman, there is also his old friend Ferdinandov who he met at the opera.

"My dear Alos, I don't advise you to go to that kind of place. You don't know how long you have come to Moscow. It is simply the most sinful place, and even the most unseemly burghers don't want to stay there."

Ferdinandov already knew that his friend got a position in the House of Commons through his connections, and he was determined to make this good friend. He tried hard to persuade him.

Mirkowski glanced at Ferdinandnov. Since getting acquainted with His Majesty, this down-and-out nobleman has started to change his luck. At least now he looks like a nobleman.

He had no idea how lucky he had been!
Mirkowski agrees with what Mirkowski said, but he also knows that it is useless to persuade His Majesty.

Peter smiled and said:
"It's okay, go and have a look."

He knew this place from Ivanovic's information, the dirty and chaotic Friedel Street.

Ivanovic searched through many records to report to him in more detail, and now almost no one knows the name of Friedel Street.

Seeing that his friend insisted on going, Ferdinandnov couldn't help shaking his head.

But he didn't want to leave. The only thing that made him thankful was that it hadn't rained in the past few days, otherwise going there would be like going to a stinky ditch.

But unfortunately, the timing was wrong and the sky darkened.

(End of this chapter)