Chapter 47 Moscow Population Office, starting with saving babies
Then Peter spoke:
"Military pay is issued 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 his relationship with his aunt, there was no suspicion, so there was no need to make such a clear distinction.
Both Vorontsov and Bestudev felt at a loss what to say.
They all understood what His Majesty meant by saying this in the name of Queen Elizabeth, simply because he did not want people to think that he was a wise monarch.
But this is too fake.
Bestudev felt very complicated because he had been one of the people who had been deceived.
What else could he say?
Bestudev said:
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Then Peter spoke:
"Next, I would like to make some comments on population..."
With money, some ideas can be put into action and something can really be done. Peter feels very happy.
…
Three days have passed since the first fashion conference was held. Princesses and ambassadors from various countries are obsessed with this fashion. The palace tailor department is not stingy with them. They want all the fashions at a discount, and some even give them away.
It was enough for these ambassadors and princesses to spread fashions bearing the Russian royal mark to their respective countries.
These transfers are often made quickly, because they are also ministers of the monarch of their respective countries, and it is their job to please the monarch.
And just when 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 or newspapers. A department with a very ordinary name was established——
"Moscow Population Office."
…
Zaire is a 40-year-old middle-aged woman. She was once a young woman and was bought by a foreigner for 100 rubles.
Although she was only 13 years old at the time, the price of 100 rubles was enough to prove her beauty.
At that time she was young and shy, and very lovable.
But later the foreigner left Russia and sold her to a nobleman. During this period, she changed hands several times. Finally, her beauty faded and she once again became a serf who had to work in the fields with his hands.
After doing farm work on the land in the early spring, Zaire returned to his simple house as night fell.
The house was made of wood. The more glorious it was in the past, the more degrading it was now. Zaire looked at the simple house with sadness.
But even when she was at her most glorious, no matter how much she was worth, it had nothing to do with her.
Because the money belongs to the noble lord.
In the course of countless masters, she gave birth to daughters or sons one after another, and drowned one after another. Finally, when she panicked that she would never be loved again, she gave birth to her last child Edith, secretly
He was raised and no one cared about him.
Edith is a girl, but she is sad because she is also a serf.
The closer he got to his residence, the uglier his face became because his daughter was pregnant.
Zaire's parents were serfs, and they sold her to a foreigner whom she could no longer remember for 100 rubles. She was also planning to sell her daughter for no less than 100 rubles.
But what made her angry was that her daughter was seduced by a serf who had nothing. Now it would be nice to sell it for 10 rubles!
"Edith! Edith! Why didn't you cook?"
Zail started shouting before he even entered the room. His voice had long lost the softness of his youth, and was filled only with dissatisfaction with life and anger with his daughter.
But what she responded to was her daughter's screams.
Zaire rushed in and saw his daughter giving birth.
Zaire couldn't help but panic. She blocked all the places in the house that could be blocked, lest her daughter's shouts would spread the news.
Her daughter has been locked up since she showed signs of pregnancy.
A physical examination is required when selling. Now you can no longer get such a high price, but if you have given birth to a child, the price will shrink significantly.
Then Zaire walked to his daughter. He was originally very angry with her, but when he saw her wailing in pain, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"Woo..."
She cried a few times, caressed her daughter's face and hands, comforted her, and then prayed to the Virgin Mary.
"Merciful Holy Mother, please keep my daughter safe, please!"
Zaire didn't know whether he was afraid of losing a certain amount of income or was really worried about his daughter. His mouth trembled a little when he prayed.
The money from selling her daughter is what she desires because she can keep the money.
Edith's face was pale and covered with sweat. Although she was thin, she probably shouldn't have died. With her loudest scream, she suddenly fainted.
Zaire looked over quickly and was horrified to see the baby being born. The baby was very thin, with two small fists clenched tightly, and seemed not to notice that the environment had changed.
But after a while, she burst into tears.
Although she was a girl, Zaire looked horrified.
Because she could no longer feed this child, and countless people drowned every night in Moscow. She glanced at the cloth next to her, and then at her unconscious daughter.
Zaire couldn't help but cry:
"Poor Edith, you are still a child, why do you want to be seduced? Why?"
As she cried, she picked up the cloth and covered the baby's mouth.
The child is not as strong as an adult. The baby's body quickly turns purple, and when he is about to suffocate to death, a fierce knock on the door suddenly sounds:
"Open the door! Open the door!!"
Then the door was kicked open. Looking at the tall people walking in, Zail looked horrified.
These people were neatly dressed and wore red cross armbands on their arms, but their feet were covered with mud, perhaps because they had traveled a lot.
Zaire has never seen these people, but their demeanor is very strict, just like those who administer punishment for noble gentlemen.
As a serf, Zaire did not dare to question anyone. She shrank aside in panic, fearful in her heart, not knowing what would happen.
As soon as she let go, the baby's cry suddenly became louder.
One of the women in uniform walked quickly to the baby, looked down and breathed a sigh of relief.
She placed the baby in a sheltered place, and quickly looked at the mother who had just given birth. When she saw the girl's age, she did not show mercy, but seemed to have no emotion and began to do the care work she had done many times.
If it weren't for the fact that one of the men was very fierce-looking and had a flintlock gun on his waist - Zail had been with the nobles when he was young and knew how terrifying these things were - Zail would have wondered what they were going to do.
The man stepped forward and glanced at Zaire. Zaire immediately fell to his knees in fright and wailed:
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Please!!"
Several other people in uniform looked at the man. The man shook his head and felt helpless. He said:
"Come here and register, you just wanted to suffocate this baby to death, right?"