However, the family of five was soon attracted by the church's Victims' Home, a charity similar to a shelter.

For the poor, it is exciting to be able to receive free food at any time.

In fact, the so-called free food is nothing more than a slice of bread and a small glass of wine with water.

Since the victims' homes are built inside the station, to a certain extent, the danger of being stolen by the fake poor is also eliminated, after all, the entrance fee is not cheap.

In fact, there are many advantages to charging a pit stop fee, which is more convenient to manage, and at the same time, the monopoly can also maximize the benefits.

For the truly poor, a slice of bread and a small glass of wine and water provided by the House of the Afflicted means a lot of things that can fill their stomachs and also provide them with hope of survival.

Just like what Avra's family needs most at this time, it is this kind of spiritual comfort to soothe their nervousness and anxiety when they first arrive in a strange country.

The clergy of the House of the Afflicted enjoyed this job, and it was much easier for them to go to the rich to "reconcile" or to preach the gospel to the barbarians.

They had seen a lot of people, and they could naturally tell that Avra's family was really poor, and in addition to the Holy Communion and Holy Blood, they were served three bowls of hot soup.

Of course, the priests would only say that it was for small children, but the cutlery was five, and the steaming bowl was filled with vegetables and shredded meat, and Avra and her husband said despite being hungry.

"Father Priest, you are mistaken, there are only three children here."

The chubby old priest replied slowly with a smile.

"This is the dwelling place of God, and every man is a child of God."

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

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

Once again, the family thanked the priest.

"You owe a debt of gratitude to a merciful God, not me."

After Ivra's family left, a well-dressed young priest found the chubby old priest.

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

"What's so urgent, my child?" The old priest said with a smile.

"Bishops all over the country are waiting for you, it's too late!"

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

"I forgot about it."

"My lord, it's too late, the carriage is still waiting for you outside, let someone else distribute these holy meals." The young man urged.

"Time is not important, life is important." Archbishop Rauscher insisted on giving communion in person.

In fact, the Church provides enough money to provide communion for every traveler, but Rauscher is well aware that no one is flawless.

If everyone embezzles a little, it will cause a huge deficit, which will prevent some people from receiving the sacrament, and when those who really need help cannot get it, they may waver in their faith, they may fall, and they may even lose their lives as a result.

The church in Austria was so wealthy that it not only received a large number of donations every year, but also a large amount of church property, and even the right to tithe.

And at this time, due to Franz's influence, the church ran a health care industry, and even had a clerical colony abroad, with an annual income comparable to that of a German prince.

It was not difficult for Rauscher to fill the shortfall, but Franz stopped him, and instead established a strict system of supervision and prosecution.

Although Archbishop Rauscher found Archduke Franz's behavior a little strange, he decided to comply, after all, he knew very well that he had no talent for management, let alone the whole church.

At the immigration office, Avra and her husband underwent a detailed medical examination.

The Authority's official asked, frowning.

"What can you do, sir?"

(A considerable number of officials are from aristocratic backgrounds, and even if they are not nobles, they will find ways to make themselves look like nobles, so they will be more polite than conductors.) ）

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

"You've been a soldier before?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Prussia, 3rd Silesian Regiment."

The brow of the official in front of him furrowed even deeper.

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

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

"What's your relationship?"

"I'm his wife." Avra said, despite her husband's obstruction.

The officers wrote a few strokes in the register before pointing to their children.

"Are these children yours?"

The two nodded.

The official smiled, in fact, the immigration bureau has a rule, bringing children can be given preferential treatment as appropriate, they brought three children, although the man is a cripple, but there should be no problem doing some simple farm work.

Just as the officer was about to seal it, the staff member handed him a report.

The officer looked at it a few times and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Lady Avra, you are going to be a mother again." ”

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

"You're pregnant."

At this time, the news of her pregnancy was undoubtedly a thunderbolt, which meant that both of them would soon lose their ability to work and become invalids.

"Can I still go to Hungary then?" Avra asked, trembling.

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

"What about me?" The man asked.

"You're not pregnant."

"Oh."

"In this way, you can rest for the night today, and someone will arrange your trip to Hungary tomorrow."

"I'm sorry sir, I want to go to Hungary with my husband, and my children." Avra plucked up her courage and said.

"Are you sure? Outside Letania is very bitter, although it is a royal estate, but the medical conditions are not as good as Vienna. ”

"Yes, I'm pretty sure."

"Okay then, tomorrow there will be a group to Hungary, so you can go with them."

After that, Avra's family was arranged to take care of the forage and horses of the reclamation group, and although it was very hard, they had the opportunity to sit on the hay truck 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 a real black land.

Avra's belly grew bigger, and the couple was assigned to work as cooks for the wasteland group. The children were sent to church schools and received an Austrian education.

Six months later, Avra gave birth to her fourth child, whom she named "Silesia". They all became Austrians in the royal farm, ordinary work, ordinary life, ordinary education.

Or they may remember that they are Prussians, but the children and the German-speaking children around them have long thought of themselves as Germans in Austria, and this feeling will become stronger and stronger because of the presence of Hungarians.

(End of chapter)