"My name is Pedro de Pino and my friends call me Pedro. A minion from the Department of Agriculture. The man who had changed seats sat down next to Jacques near the aisle with a smile on his face.

He sat across from Marianne, squinting very cutely, "Thank you so much just now, that woman is so ......"

"Hypocrisy!" Pedro continued.

"Yes, yes, haha......" Marianne clapped her hands and leaned back on the couch.

The other four guys, who were busy playing poker, smiled in agreement and continued to fight.

"Anyway, I'm alone, and it's the same wherever I sit! But here, I think I've made a lot of money, you see...... So many pretty girls......" Pedro laughed.

"Tsk, Mr. Pedro is really good at talking, it's a waste in the Department of Agriculture, you should go to the Cultural Affairs Department......"

Marianne relied on the fact that there was a table between the two rows of sofas, and regardless of the image of a lady, she simply kicked off her shoes and put her two long legs on the sofa, leaning her knees together to the left, and her feet together to the right, leaning her body against the back of the sofa.

Comfortable......

It's just that she didn't notice that the two little feet were not completely covered by the loose skirt, and a few white toes were exposed on the edge of the sofa.

Pedro saw it, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: "Actually, I should go to the Transportation Department or the Ministry of Commerce, my family is engaged in maritime trade." I had no choice but to go to the Department of Agriculture, and the director had to ask me to go over ......"

Marianne smiled: "I can't see it, it turns out to be a young talent, let's officially meet it, Marianne West, from York City, the pair next to you is my friend, and they are also from the New World, they came to accompany me on a trip, these two little girls are local friends." ”

Jacques, who was playing cards, said: "Mr. Pedro's surname is Pino, and then Dominique Pino is ......."

"It's my father!"

"I'll just say, when I heard it just now, I felt familiar, and as soon as you said that you were doing maritime trade, I remembered it. Marianne, Mr. Pedro's father is known as the king of ships in the port of Mousse, and more than a third of the ships registered in the port of Mousse belong to his family. Jaco added.

Pedro smiled: "This gentleman is so familiar with my family's situation, is he also engaged in maritime trade." ”

Jacques shook his head and said, "I only know a thing or two, Miss Marianne does have some shipping business. ”

Since we talked about sea trade, Marianne simply talked about sea trade with Pedro.

As soon as the two chatted, they knew that each other was really a peer, but it was more difficult to cooperate.

There was relatively little direct trade between York City and the Port of Mousse, and the largest export commodity of the Port of Mousse was grain, while the main incoming goods were all kinds of raw materials from the city of Ruio, which was a colony of Castile after all.

However, when it comes to maritime trade, Pedro complains again and again: "Now the ships leaving the port of Mousse are not satisfied, they can't live, they can't live, the decline of the port of Mousse has begun, and as a man who loves his hometown deeply, I am very sad."

The grain in the dock warehouse is piled up, and it can't be sold, and even the storage costs of the warehouse can't be covered!

The grain trade with the Bright God Kingdom was stopped, and the entire south was deeply affected, and this year's food prices plummeted, and the income of many old nobles was greatly reduced, and they could not make ends meet.

When I was researching in the south this time, I found that the second crop of rice was not planted in many places, and it would be a loss to plant it......

Marianne adjusted her sitting position, and as a result, a white calf protruded from under her skirt, and she asked curiously, "Why has the grain trade stopped?

"Self-sufficient? How is it possible, it is said that the Bright Dog is starving to death when he is short of food!"

"I've heard that they stopped the grain trade, would they rather go hungry?" Marianne felt the burning gaze of the man opposite, but she was used to it, and she was calm.

"I heard the news that the source stone mine of Bright Dog has been dug up, and the source stone will not be able to be taken out this year, so the guys in the imperial capital have stopped the grain trade. I heard that in the negotiation team of the Bright Dog, there was a guy who knelt in front of the palace for five days, asking the emperor to agree to exchange things other than source stones for food.

Hey, if we southerners have the final say, of course we are willing to exchange food and bright dogs for things, but the guys in the imperial capital don't do anything, they press us, and they are not allowed to trade with bright dogs, saying that they are not allowed to be enemies!

They are not the enemy of the source stone!

I heard that the price offered by the official master of the imperial capital to Bright Dog was one gram of source stone for a thousand catties of rice, but the price of buying rice from our Castile was 28,000 livres for a thousand catties of rice, which was a livre, not twenty-eight silver coins.

Two acres of land can produce 1,000 catties of rice, and the purchase price in our south is generally 25,000 livres and 1,000 catties, and we are also responsible for the freight to the port of Musai.

You say that one gram of source stone is bought with a livre, will anyone sell it? At least fifty silver coins can be used to buy one gram of source stone.

Those guys in the imperial capital make so much money every year, and now they don't do business anymore, but it's us southerners who suffer!"

Pedro complained, and Marianne, who didn't understand the grain trade very well, suddenly became enlightened, no wonder the imperial capital had to exchange the source stone for food, and the interests in the middle were too great.

At this time, a waitress pushed a cart full of snacks, fruits and drinks along the aisle, and said as she walked: "Beer, cigarettes, mountain spring water, apple and pear grilled fish fillet...... Collect the legs, hey, hey, this young lady's legs are retracted......"

Marianne realized that her feet didn't know when to stick out, blocking the way, embarrassed......

With a flushed face and her feet retracted, Marianne was about to bury her head between her shoulders.

Jacques hurriedly stood up and ordered a bunch of snacks and fruits, but Pedoro's seat was closer to the aisle and he rushed to pay for it.

Eating and chatting, Marianne's shame quickly dissipated, this can be regarded as a black person who is close to ink, and Jacques has been with them for a long time, and the image of high society, etiquette education and so on have been thrown aside.

After sitting in the train for a long time, getting used to the rhythmic clatter and bore sound of the train, the feeling of fatigue will gradually hit, and Lily, who can't get enough sleep, gave up playing cards and fell asleep on Jacques's shoulder.

Then Marianne and Emma also fell on Alysia's shoulders, Alyssa hugged her left and right, and ate several more slices of grilled fish fillets, so angry that Fat Orange stretched out her claws and slapped off the claws that reached out to the fillet box again.

The cannibalistic mouth was short, and Jacques had to take over the sleeping Marianne to chat with Pedro.

Fortunately, he has traveled through most of the New World, and he has seen the customs and customs, but Pedro has never been to the New World, so he can't see any flaws at all.

From Port Moussey to Rand, the train traveled for a day and a night, and as the car gradually slowed down, Jacques and Lily also put on their hoods, and the five of them got off the train together with their luggage.

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