When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#583 - Constituent Assembly of the Thousand Valleys

April 29, 1446 of the Imperial Calendar, more than a month has passed since that fateful battle.

The port outside Feiliu Fort is now covered with the Gear Sun Flag and the Obsidian Iris Flag, and the port's hotels are almost filled with merchants and representatives from various counties.

Many local dignitaries even came to Feiliu Fort at their own expense by boat.

They directed servants or family members to carry luggage from barges to the port, heading into the city in a boisterous manner.

Elm and willow trees surrounded the cobblestone and flagstone-paved square, where soldiers in black knee-length jackets, carrying axe-guns and holy muskets, patrolled the street corners in groups of four.

On the other, clearly distinct side of the street corner, three or five mountain infantrymen of the Duke's army, clad in chain mail, sat on wine barrels, drunkenly playing dice and cards.

Carrying a light wooden briefcase and wearing a felt hat with upturned brim, a young man jumped onto the dock, his eyes shining as he scanned the buildings and pedestrians before him.

A cautionary cough came from behind him, and the young man belatedly turned around, forcing a smile as he helped the respected old monk off the boat.

Following this venerable old monk, the people's representatives who had been on the same boat disembarked one after another.

First, another middle-aged monk in a black robe and his monastic followers, then craftsmen, citizens, merchants in jackets and vests, and their apprentices and assistants.

Last to disembark were farmers wearing long tunics, long stockings, and wooden-soled shoes.

"So beautiful, Feiliu Fort," the farmer couldn't help but exclaim.

The merchant beside him chuckled: "Better look at the church in the distance, stay here for three days, and you'll hate this place."

"Bigger than our Rapid Stream City's original port, but too empty, a waste, and too many churches," the notary public, wearing a midnight blue silk robe, stood on the roadside, gesticulating.

The old monk asked the Megedi clerk who was guiding them: "Where are the people who are supposed to meet us? My old back can't stand for too long."

"I've already notified them, they'll be here in at most a quarter of an hour," the chamber of commerce clerk said with a smile.

These people were all people's representatives from Lower Ruifo, actually only 9, and the remaining 20 or so were their followers, guards, and alternate representatives.

The purpose of their trip was also clear: to participate in the constitutional conference for the founding of the Thousand River Valley.

After defeating Prince Kongdai and occupying Feiliu Fort, Horn and Molia Ti did not immediately declare the founding of the nation in Feiliu Fort.

Instead, they collectively sent a joint letter to the entire Thousand River Valley, requesting each county to elect 5-9 people's representatives to Feiliu Fort to jointly discuss national affairs.

Moreover, Molia Ti also made three promises in the letter: first, the high-interest loans of all levels of the church exceeding the principal need not be repaid. Second, all monks and priests imprisoned for spreading Huannuoist ideas would be released. Third, all armed farmers who participated in the war would be pardoned.

These three promises effectively stopped the riots in various places after the war.

After sending the joint letter, the Salvation Army and the Duke's Army left Feiliu Fort one after another, leaving only the troops stationed for security.

After all, Prince Kongdai's main force had been wiped out, and there were still remnants of opposition forces in North Mangde County and Mangde County, as well as Kaxia County.

The Salvation Army continued south to clear out Putzrio, who was entrenched in Kaxia County, while the Duke's Army needed to return to their hometown to repel the noble coalition from Gravel Plains.

Prince Kongdai and the Decree Company had both been defeated, so naturally, there was nothing to say about these Thorns Garden forces who had come to help.

Putzrio quickly sold off the mercenaries on the front line, and with his own knights and territorial servants, took the wealth looted from Kaxia County and fled in a puff of smoke.

By mid-April, Horn had successfully recovered the Braguo Monastery.

The noble coalition from Gravel Plains, because they hadn't looted anything good, were reluctant to retreat, and as a result, fought a battle with Molia Ti and were successfully defeated.

After Putzrio and the noble coalition from Gravel Plains had both withdrawn, Mangde County, the last county controlled by the church, chose to surrender after struggling for so long.

According to news from three days ago, the Bishop of Mangde County fled to Nuoen overnight, while the local nobles and knights smoothly offered water and soil to Molia Ti - meaning submission.

Thus, at the end of April, the entire Thousand River Valley, more than 200,000 square kilometers of land, fell into the hands of Horn and Molia Ti.

All the things that the people of Thousand River Valley had dreamed of never thought would come so quickly, so much so that the people's representatives standing on the dock were still somewhat dazed.

Originally, they didn't take the joint letter from the Holy Grandson and the Grand Duchess seriously until the heads of Banifos and Prince Kongdai were delivered, and then they hurriedly elected people's representatives.

According to the later supplement from the envoy, each county's delegation must include nobles, citizens, farmers, and monks.

Of course, there was no place for the clergy.

Everyone now respects the new dynasty, and all recite the Teachings of the Holy Salvation, while the clergy reads the Post-Gospel, so naturally they are not qualified to attend this meeting.

These official representatives from Lower Ruifo County numbered 9, including 2 knights, 4 citizens, 2 monks, and 1 farmer.

The 2 knights were both new nobles standing on the side of the Megedi Chamber of Commerce, their estates not relying on grain production as their main income, but on cash crops, that is, dye plants, as their industry.

They even had their own printing and dyeing workshops in the city.

Among the 4 citizens, there was 1 notary public, 1 banker, 1 stonemason, and 1 printing and dyeing craftsman.

Saying craftsman, they were actually workshop owners or even guild leaders, ordinary small shop owners and small workshop owners would not be so easily elected.

The 2 monks were respected old monks from the monastery, and their important characteristic compared to other monks was that they were all Huannuoists.

The last farmer representative was naturally an armed farmer.

Although public tenant farmers and armed farmers had equal qualifications, in reality, none of those who could participate in the election of representatives were truly from impoverished backgrounds.

Those truly impoverished public tenant farmers lived in mostly quite closed environments, and were unaware of the changes that had taken place in Thousand River Valley, still reciting the names of Prince Kongdai and Banifos.

But what they didn't know was that their lives would undergo earth-shattering changes.

"Ah, the carriage is here." As the astonished farmer jumped up from the bollard, everyone stood up, following his gaze.

Two elegant carriages slowly drove up, one with the Sun Flag hanging on the side, and the other with the Iris Flag, and the pedestrians on the road knew that this was the carriage of the constitutional conference, and they all gave way.

After signing and stamping the confirmation form, the representatives boarded the carriage with their personal luggage, and their followers had to find a small hotel nearby to stay.

Sitting in the high-end carriage with gilded coat hooks, the only farmer representative was squeezed to the door by the printing and dyeing craftsman, and only had half his buttocks on the seat cushion, fearing he would dirty it.

Sitting in the carriage, once the novelty wore off, the farmer representative became somewhat bored, he looked left and right, and finally plucked up the courage to open his mouth to the stonemason representative opposite him, who was also bored to the point of dozing off:

"Brother Liboluo Le, I became a farmer representative inexplicably, and I still don't know what this constitutional conference is for, you are knowledgeable, can you tell me what it is?"

"Constitutionalism, that is, the meaning of establishing a constitution." Although Liboluo Le, the stonemason, only half understood, but the nature of being a good teacher is almost everyone's nature, he immediately perked up, "Rang, you have caught up with a good time, in the past, foreign nobles and clergy lords formulated laws, now that the Holy Grandson and Grand Duchess have come to power, it is our turn to formulate laws."

"Oh-" The farmer Rang nodded as if he understood.

Ovid, the knight on the other side with his belly propping up the table, sneered: "I see that you don't understand at all, and you really think that the constitutional conference will let you speak and vote?"

"Otherwise?" Liboluo Le turned his head to look at him.

"Do you understand legal provisions? Do you understand dogma? You don't understand anything, do you know what is right and what is wrong?" Knight Ovid choked Liboluo Le back with one sentence, "Citizens are better, at least they are literate and literate, you, Rang, right?"

Rang shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

"Inviting farmers is just to show that you have the support of everyone." Knight Ovid turned around with difficulty, "I tell you, you are here as a mascot, freedom and equality have nothing to do with you, speak less, when it's time to vote, I will tell you what to vote for.

You can get the participation allowance, and you can brag about it when you go back, if you say too much and say the wrong thing, and you vote the wrong vote, then I'm sorry, you'll be in trouble when you go back."

Rang shrank his neck abruptly, nodded blankly, and dared not speak again.