When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#293 - Progress of the Hundred Household System Reform

This work arrangement wasn't because Horn was being harsh to Martin, but because he treated himself the same way.

Horn himself worked more than ten hours a day.

Those bishops and working groups often woke up in the morning to work, and went to sleep after finishing work.

Although the Salvation Army currently had a soaring morale, appearing confident that they would soon catch up with Leia and surpass Fran.

Horn himself was well aware that their regime was too new and their power too weak.

Perhaps compared to the Gulag period, they were a hundred times stronger, but the gap with their current enemies was still enormous.

The slightest slackening could lead to a national crisis.

As the saying goes, to forge iron, one must be strong oneself. So many previous experiences had told Horn that relying on others was not as good as developing oneself.

In order to cope with the strong external military pressure, Horn had to resort to his best trick—hustling.

He not only hustled himself but also forced his subordinates to hustle together, demanding that they keep up with the Holy Grandson's rhythm.

Because the construction of the government structure took too long, and the current top priority was to promote the 'Holy Kingdom Land Decree,' Horn adopted a more flexible working group model.

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

These groups all reported directly to Horn himself.

Although this would make Horn a little more tired, the efficiency was improved without the delay of layer-by-layer transmission.

However, these were only temporary measures. In the future, a complete bureaucratic system and hierarchical system would have to be established.

"Is that all?" Horn closed the account book sent by the financial team in his hand.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the accountant wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Currently, we have 115,000 gold pounds and 200,000 gallons of grain. With the private reserves, we can probably last for another month."

"I remember that Millet is sown in March and harvested in July, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the accountant flipped through a few pages in his book. "Based on the current situation, we will probably fall into a complete famine in early May. There are still two months before the harvest, and the church has closed Luca, so grain cannot be transported to us."

"Then, including the grain expenditure for the expedition to the Iber Plains in June, we are still short of nearly 1 million gallons, which is about 10 million pounds of grain."

"I understand." After pondering for a long time, Horn closed the book in his hand. "You've done a good job. You can go back. By the way, ask Friar Martin to come to me."

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

Horn couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Unlike those local bishops who didn't understand practical matters, Horn basically made these low-level monks sweat every time he asked a question.

Horn, who came from modern times, was already superior to them in terms of thinking ability and vision. The only lack of practical experience at the grassroots level was honed on the previous long road of blood and sweat and in Daze Township.

There was no way to slack off in front of the hustler Horn.

But to say that it was really hustling, it wasn't particularly hustling. The land distribution team might be a little tired, but the other teams only had six or seven hours of work a day.

Due to being in the feudal period, the empire's concept of time was very backward, and there was no concept of being on time.

Many cathedral canons in the church said they worked ten hours a day, all year round.

But only half an hour of the ten hours was spent on specific affairs, and the rest of the time was often spent dozing, playing, and socializing.

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

Instead of concentrating on work and concentrating on rest like modern times.

In their eyes, Horn, the pope who worked non-stop from morning to night, was simply a lunatic.

The others around him followed Horn's high-efficiency, fast-paced workflow from modern times, and were exhausted.

But they also had to admit that the Salvation Army's administrative efficiency and progress were more than five times what they were before.

Some low-level monks clearly remembered that in the past, it would take about two weeks to measure a piece of land in a 'hundred-household district' in Horn's mouth.

Currently, the land measurement and distribution of a hundred-household district by the land distribution team takes only 4-6 days.

The 25 land distribution teams act together, advancing madly at an average rate of 7 hundred-household districts per day.

At the current rate, the hundred-household system reform for 100,000 people in the Pious Special Zone will be completed in about a month.

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

What helped Horn complete high efficiency was not high-quality elite talents, but the Children's Army department.

The Children's Army was divided according to function into the Cheka led by Rene, the Gendarmerie led by Rafael, and the Night Watchmen led by Duvalon.

Among them, the Cheka was responsible for intelligence investigation and anti-slacking, the Gendarmerie was responsible for judicial execution and anti-traitors, and the Night Watchmen were responsible for maintaining public security and anti-spying.

The current Children's Army has recruited five phases, and the current total number has reached 453, with the youngest being 9 years old and the oldest being 17 years old.

Teenagers over 15 years old account for one-third.

Most of these orphans' parents died at the hands of knights and nobles, and they have a deep-seated hatred for the empire and the church.

Under the Pope's system, they are the youngest, most serious, and most fanatical group, and they are difficult to be bought off.

Those armed farmers and citizens who were detained twice by the Children's Army for bribery can prove this with tears.

Currently, most of the teenagers who are really responsible for the work are over 15 years old, and adults are still responsible for specific arrests and a series of affairs.

It's just that they are still too young, and the law enforcement process is always rough, often intimidating and beating people.

Taking the Cheka and the Gendarmerie as typical examples, their reputation among the people, especially among the citizens, is not very good.

Horn has recently realized this, but he can't spare time to rectify it for the time being.

Heavy codes should be used in troubled times, and the Papal State is still in a state of war.

There are not a few armed farmers and even public farmers colluding with the old knights and priests in various places, and the Children's Army is also good as a deterrent.

This has brought Horn a problem that he did not expect - that is, the Salvation Army government's clerical staff's attitude towards him has become respectful and fearful.

All the low-level monks who work under the Salvation Army government are trembling when they see him.

Although he thinks he has behaved elegantly and casually enough, it is still not very useful.

After all, he has been on the battlefield, and that murderous aura often makes those with weak psychological qualities unable to stand still.

Horn was distracted during the last report, and subconsciously asked 'Huh?', and the low-level monk who reported knelt down on the spot.

It is indeed something that makes him helpless.

After sending away the old accountant who came to report on the financial situation, Horn stood up and wanted to stretch, but saw Martin poking his head out at the door.

"Friar Martin, what are you doing standing here? Just come in."

"Your Majesty." Friar Martin shook hands with Horn with dark circles under his eyes. "I want to ask, it's been three days, when can I go to that great library?"

"I called you here for this matter." Horn replied concisely, "I happen to be going back to Autumn Twilight Island tomorrow."

"That's great... Uh, can I venture to ask, why are you going back to Autumn Twilight Island at this time?"

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