MTL - The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven-v3 Chapter 20 Trip to Austria (Part 2)

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However, the family of five was quickly attracted by the Church's Home for the Victims, which is a public welfare organization similar to a relief station.

For the poor, it is an exciting thing to receive free food at any time.

In fact, the so-called free food is just a slice of bread and a small glass of wine with water.

Since the Home of the Victims is built inside the station, the danger of being robbed by the fake poor is also eliminated to a certain extent. After all, the entry fee is not cheap.

In fact, there are many benefits of charging entry fees, which is more convenient for management, and monopoly can also maximize profits.

For the really poor, a piece of bread and a small glass of water and wine provided by the Home of the Victims means a lot of things, which can fill their stomachs and provide them with hope of living.

Just like what the Evra family needs most at this time is this kind of spiritual comfort, to soothe their tension and anxiety when they first arrived in a strange country.

The priests of the House of the Martyrs enjoyed doing this job, which was much easier than asking them to "beg for alms" with the rich, or to preach the gospel to the barbarians.

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They had met many people, so they could tell that Evra's family was really poor. In addition to the Eucharist and Holy Blood, they served three bowls of hot soup.

Of course, the priests would only say that this is for children, but there are five sets of tableware, and the steaming bowls are filled with vegetables and shredded meat. Although Evra and her husband were very hungry, they still said.

"My lord priest, you are mistaken, there are only three children here."

The fat old priest answered slowly with a smile.

"This is where God lives, and everyone is a child of God."

"Thank you, Father Priest." The three children said in unison, and the two adults were already choked up.

Before the family left, the fat old priest gave the children some chocolates.

The family thanked the priest again.

"You should be thanking the merciful God, not me."

After Evra's family left, a richly dressed young priest found the fat old priest.

"Archbishop Rauscher, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"What's the rush, my boy?" the old priest said with a smile.

"The bishops and adults all over the country are waiting for you, and the time is running out!"

Archbishop Rauscher stroked his thinning hair and said with a smile.

"I forgot about it."

"My lord, it's running out of time. The carriage is still waiting for you outside. Let others distribute these sacraments." The young man urged.

"Time is not important, but life is important." Archbishop Rauscher still insisted on distributing communion in person.

In fact, the funds provided by the church are enough to provide communion for every traveler, but Rauscher knows very well that no one is perfect.

If everyone corrupts a little bit, it will cause a huge deficit, and some people will not be able to receive the Holy Communion. When those who really need help cannot get help, they may shake their faith, may fall, and may even life will be lost.

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The church in Austria is very rich. Not only does it receive a large number of donations every year, but it also has a large amount of religious property, and even still has the right to collect tithes.

And at this time, due to the influence of Franz, the church has started to operate the health care industry, and even has a clerical colony abroad, whose annual income is comparable to that of a German prince.

It was not difficult for Rauscher to make up for the shortfall, but Franz stopped him. Instead, he formulated a strict supervision and inspection system.

Although Archbishop Rauscher felt that Archduke Franz's behavior was a bit strange, he still decided to obey. After all, he knew very well that he did not have the ability to manage, let alone guide the entire church.

In the Immigration Bureau, Evra and her husband underwent a detailed physical examination.

The bureau official frowned and asked.

"Sir, what can you do?"

A considerable number of officials are of noble origin. Even if they are not nobles, they will try to make themselves look like nobles, so they will be more polite than conductors and the like.

"I can farm, spin, cook, and shoot."

"Have you ever been a soldier?"

"yes."

"Where?"

"Prussia, the Third Silesian Regiment."

The official in front of him frowned even deeper.

The man also knew about the relationship between Prussia and Austria, but he had already said it just now, and now it was too late to repent, so he could only hold his wife's hand tightly. If the other party did not agree to go to Hungary to open up wasteland, he would leave alone and let his wife take him with him. live with the child.

The officer stopped looking at the man and turned to Evra.

"What is your relationship?"

"I am his wife." Evra said despite her husband's obstruction.

The officer made a few notes on the register before pointing to their child.

"Are these children yours?"

The two nodded.

The official smiled. In fact, the Immigration Bureau has regulations. Those who bring children can be given preferential treatment as appropriate. They brought three children. Although the man is crippled, it should be no problem to do some simple farm work.

Just as the official was about to stamp the seal, the staff on the side handed him a report.

The official took a few glances and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Ms. Evra, you are going to be a mother again."

"What do you mean?" Evra asked nervously, because usually a pregnant woman means someone who has lost their labor force, and the work of the land reclamation group is undoubtedly heavy physical labor.

"You are pregnant."

The news that she was pregnant at this time was undoubtedly a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which meant that both of them would lose their ability to work and become disabled people in the near future.

"Then can I still go to Hungary?" Evra asked tremblingly.

"What else are you going to do? Let's go to the shelter outside the city and give birth to the child."

"What about me?" the man asked.

"You're not pregnant again~www.novelbuddy.com~oh."

"How about this, you rest for the night first, tomorrow someone will make specific arrangements for your trip to Hungary."

"I'm sorry sir, I want to go to Hungary with my husband and my children," Evra said bravely.

"Are you sure? It is very difficult to come to Tania. Although it is a royal manor, the medical conditions are not as good as Vienna."

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"Yes, I'm quite sure."

"Alright then, there will be a land reclamation group going to Hungary tomorrow, so go with them."

After that, Evra's family was arranged to take care of the fodder and horses of the pioneering group. Although it was very hard work, they had the opportunity to sit on the forage cart to rest.

After arriving in Hungary, they found that the so-called wasteland was even more fertile than the land of the landlord's family, and it was genuine black land.

Evra's belly gradually grew, and the two of them were assigned to be the chefs of the land reclamation team. The children were sent to church schools to receive an Austrian education.

Six months later, Evra gave birth to her fourth child, whom she named Silesia. They have all become Austrians in the royal farm, with ordinary jobs, ordinary lives, and ordinary education.

Or they will remember that they are Prussians, but those children and the children around them who also speak German have long regarded themselves as Austrian Germans, and this feeling will become stronger because of the existence of Hungarians.