When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

"The Holy Treasury System? What's that?"

Near the hunter's cabin stood a circulatory tree, the largest in the vicinity.

It was said that when Thousand River Valley was still under the rule of the Norn people, this circulatory tree was once one of their sacred trees.

Beneath the circulatory tree was a large, cyan-black rock, resembling a giant snake emerging from the ground, and Horn stood atop this black snake's head.

Approximately sixty villagers sat cross-legged before the large rock, gazing up at Horn with bewildered expressions.

The villagers' cheers hadn't subsided after Horn revealed that the demonic rabbit was the work of the devil Barnett, when they heard another unfamiliar term from Horn's mouth.

Ever since the Holy Grandson Master returned from the Mount of Bliss, the villagers had been hearing many new terms from him.

The Holy Grandson Master hadn't said it himself, but most villagers believed these magical names and systems came from the heavenly Mount of Bliss.

Take the Sacred Ten-Household System, for example. Under the empire's original rural order, the essence was that the knight would tell the armed farmer what to do, and then the armed farmer would drag the public farmer along to do it.

There was no organization, no clear instructions, which often led to wasted effort, inefficiency, constantly changing orders, and redundant management.

Some knight masters didn't even know how many public farmers or armed farmers they had.

Due to the extraordinary power, the lords and nobles were unprecedentedly powerful, with a hierarchy even more rigid than in the Middle Ages, and a system even more backward than in the Middle Ages.

They had never seen such a fair and efficient feudalistic advanced system like the Sacred Ten-Household System.

As for the Believer's Assemblies that Horn often convened, they were not an advanced system but an old tradition of the church, a habit left over from the era of the Eyre Empire.

The elections of the early Messiah Church bishops relied on this kind of general election model, the "I choose so-and-so, he is the popular choice" type of village head election.

This time, the Believer's Assembly was still one representative from each family, sitting together, while Horn stood on the moss, with his hands behind his back and a stern face.

"Holy Grandson Master, what does this Holy Treasury System mean?" an armed farmer asked hesitantly, raising his hand.

This was a rule that Horn had previously established for the chaotic Believer's Assembly: one must raise their hand and get permission before speaking. Those who had previously disobeyed were refused participation this time.

Go back and wait for notification.

"As the saying goes, all things belong to the Holy Father, because all things were created by the Holy Father. So, no matter who possesses something, is it truly their own?" Horn waved his hand righteously. "No, they are only borrowing or renting it. It truly belongs to the Holy Father, the Holy Tree, and the Holy Lord."

This was to establish a spiritual foundation from scripture and reason. After all, it was illegal fundraising, so it had to have a grand name.

"In the eyes of the Holy Father, everyone is brothers and sisters, a big family. The Holy Father bestows all things upon all of us. In other words, all things are everyone's property.

Since it is a big family, who has ever seen a family's wealth separated?"

Many villagers' eyes lit up.

This was the first time they had heard such a statement, but at first listen, and then careful consideration, they immediately felt it was right, very right!

Everyone is equal under the Holy Father, and everyone is brothers and sisters, so why are knights superior?

Since it's a big family, why are you so rich and I am so poor? Why are we farmers and Barnett a knight?

Knights should take turns, and next year it will be my turn!

"Therefore, this Holy Treasury System is everyone's granary. Everyone contributes their grain to the Holy Treasury, even me. The grain and spoils I receive each day also belong to the Holy Treasury, instead of being taken and used by myself."

Horn looked down at the crowd before him, and suddenly waved his hand in front of him: "As for the grain and money in the Holy Treasury, everyone uses it together, equally everywhere, everyone is well-fed, more work more gain, less work less gain, no work no gain, everyone says, is it good or not?"

"Good!"

Most of the villagers nodded in agreement, their expressions hardly changing, but almost all the armed farmers squirmed, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads.

You know, the public farmers and vagrants originally had no food, so of course they could say that so easily.

The armed farmers really had grain.

An armed farmer hurriedly raised his hand, like a reef rising from the waves in the crowd.

Bussack wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

But Horn seemed not to see it, he spoke on his own, with cold glares: "Now is a time of tribulation, with a shortage of clothes and food. If anyone still wants to violate the will of the Holy Father and possess the Holy Father's property, then they must be a devil!"

Extending a finger towards the cloudy sky, Horn raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly: "This kind of devil should be drowned, burned, struck by lightning, and pierced by ten thousand swords! They will surely go to hell after death!"

Hearing the Holy Grandson Master say this, everyone present was shocked, and their bodies straightened up a bit.

"Ahem... Oh, you were raising your hand just now, what did you want to say?"

Under the cold gazes of dozens of other villagers, the armed farmer who raised his hand looked left and right, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "I, I, I'm thirsty, I want to pee."

"The attitude of raising your hand is very good, which shows that you have put the Holy Father's teachings in your heart, but this kind of small matter, just tell your ten-household leader." Horn smiled gently, "Since everyone has no objection, then let's do it this way. Tomorrow morning, everyone will put all the grain at the door of the hut, and those who hide it will report the devil... Bussack, what do you want to say?"

"Holy Grandson, Master." Putting down his raised hand, Bussack stood up and bowed, "I very much agree with the Holy Treasury System, but only that the armed farmers have at most ten to twenty pounds of rations in each household, which is only about a hundred pounds in total. Now that the wild animals in the forest are extinct, where will the food come from?"

Looking at the questioning eyes that turned to him in unison, Horn smiled and took out the potato root from his pocket and held it high: "When I was on Mount Bliss, the Holy Father told me how to feed His lambs, and the path to salvation lies within."

"Potato root?"

"Eating more than two mouthfuls of that thing will kill you. I only eat half a mouthful when I'm extremely hungry, and even then I'll have diarrhea all night."

"Holy Grandson Master, the human world is different from Mount Bliss, potato roots cannot be eaten."

Looking at the cassava in Horn's hand, everyone dissuaded him repeatedly, but Horn smiled slightly: "This potato root grows from the ground and has been cursed by the devil, so it has toxicity, but the Holy Father has already passed down the method of detoxification."

If he guessed correctly, based on the performance of the person who died from eating potato roots, the toxicity inside the potato root was extremely similar to the cassava in his hometown.

Then the method of detoxifying cassava can also be applied to potato roots.

If this method of detoxification is a chemical means, considering the different microscopic internal structure of this world, Horn would still hesitate.

But since it is a physical way to remove toxicity, this world is no different from his hometown on a macroscopic level, maybe it can be used.

"The potato root can be peeled, cut into pieces, placed in a wooden basket, and soaked in running water for a whole day, using holy water to wash away the poison from hell. When eating, it must be boiled twice in a pot with cold water."

Horn introduced to everyone present with certainty.

"This kind of potato root is quite numerous, everywhere, if it can be used as a staple food, it will definitely be enough for us to eat."

Moreover, Horn had checked that this potato root had a high starch content, so it was definitely no problem to use it as a staple food.

"Hail Holy Father Holy Lord!"

"Hail Holy Grandson Master!"

Under the leadership of Jeshka, most of the people present shouted again.

As for the armed farmers, they whispered to each other in pain and fear.

Rearranging the affairs of these villagers and letting them collect as many potato roots as possible before dinner, Horn also called Jeshka to closely monitor the movements of the armed farmers and report back at any time.

After arranging everything one by one, Horn was able to walk back to the hut.

Day after day, things come one after another, when can I rest?

Stepping into the hut, Horn saw Zanna standing in front of the window, doing something with a spinning top-like object in her hand.

He saw her first wrap a tuft of rabbit hair around the twisting rod, twist it tightly, then turn it upside down, and then like twisting a bamboo dragonfly when she was a child, put her hands together and rub hard on the long rod, and then pull it from below, and a long thread was pulled out.

"Achoo!" Perhaps there was too much dust and rabbit hair, Horn sneezed. He rubbed his itchy nose and walked to Zanna's side.

"Are you spinning thread with rabbit hair?" Horn stepped forward and picked up a rabbit hair thread. "There are still two bolts of cloth in Barnett's box, what are you spinning thread for?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Zanna's face.

She took the thread from Horn's hand, and a flash of electricity jumped from her fingertip to the thread.

A golden light suddenly lit up, causing Horn to squint his eyes, but then, his eyes suddenly widened.

"What's going on now?"