The leader of the caravan was a former merchant who had been involved in the sale of military rations - he had been sentenced to death by hanging when he had secretly resold them with the quartermaster of the army, and after the incident, he was sentenced to be hanged.

From then on, the merchant fell into despair and even went to the city to work as a beggar for quite a long time.

Half a month ago, this fellow, who was working as a slaughterer, was invited to a dinner, at which he ate white sweet bread with butter for the first time in his life, and after that party, he received two gold coins very incredible! Then he embarked on a quick path to riches.

He started by going to his peers, and the business skills he had developed in his youth, and the large quantities of copper and silver coins he had developed in his youth, immediately seduced several young slaughtering apprentices, who rented an ox cart, and went to the merchant in charge, and succeeded in receiving the first shipment they had, and of course, the owner of the cargo had arranged for a bodyguard to escort the goods in their ranks.

They had been transporting the goods for two days, and as they walked along the way, they could see that there were many signs erected on the side of the road, indicating them to go in the next direction.

When we finally reached our destination, everyone in the team was given four gold coins!

Everyone!

Four gold coins!

Four gold coins per person!

That's the equivalent of their income in the past year!

That's the equivalent of the total income of the past year!

And that's just two days. What's even more amazing is that this businessman, as the "team leader", counted the commission, he actually earned ten gold coins! Each of the other six contributed a "commission" of one gold coin to the team leader!

On the mountain, each of them once again ate sweet bread with butter, and that day all their hearts were completely intoxicated with the milk and sugar—touching the gold coins in their hands and eating the bread in their mouths, such a day they had never dared to imagine before, even in the most absurd dreams.

When the team leader turned around, he organized a meeting with all the team members to discuss the timing of their next shipment. But at this time, all the team members resolutely refused to repeat such inefficient work again, two days, four days back and forth to earn four gold coins, too slow, too slow! They have to find more people and draw more money!

So when he set off for the second time, the team leader found that every member of his team had become a new team leader, and he had been successfully promoted to captain, and the small team of seven people had now become a grain transport team of more than 30 people, and even the ox cart was replaced by them with a horse-drawn carriage - it is said that it was rented from the local lord!

The second trip down, the team leader, oh, is the captain has earned as much as twenty gold coins! Twenty gold coins! That's enough for him to buy a war horse! You know, in this era of war, owning a war horse is almost half a knight!

But the captain didn't buy a horse, he keenly felt that he was in the middle of a huge opportunity that had never been seen before. He and all his team leaders met again and determined the policy of development and growth, and at the meeting, they decided to put all the team members back and let them go back to pull people, the more the better!

According to the captain's explanation, their entire team now has more than 230 people, and in order to ensure the efficiency and speed of transportation, they are divided into a total of six transportation teams. The team he led was at the back, and if there was a team left behind, he, the captain, could still help a little.

According to them, the sentry at the front of the team even hired a professional, battle-tested knight as a mercenary to guard against robbers. But it did not occur to them that in the end the "enemy" would not come from the front, but from the rear, the jihadist army......

"We are willing to donate these truckloads of food to the church to support the Holy War." The captain was still very knowledgeable, and after confirming their identities, he immediately showed great sincerity, and he could not even do with those carriages.

"Then how will you explain to the owner of the goods and the owner of the carriage?" Bishop Bart asked the captain.

"They are devout believers and will understand what the church is doing," the captain stressed, "and all the losses will be borne by me personally." ”

In the face of such a huge opportunity, the loss of four wagons and goods is nothing, give the captain two months, he can earn back an entire holy war army!

There are not many lies in the things that the captain confesses, including the part that Bart suspects the most, about the sweet bread with butter, butter is okay, the nobles and the upper class can often eat it, but the sweet bread with sugar is a bit unbelievable! You know, the price of sugar in this era is almost the same as silver! Even a prince and princess who want to eat an extra spoonful of sugar at the table must first carefully look at the faces of the king and queen!

And according to the captain, and all the members of the team, it is obvious that these people have eaten such sugar before, and according to them, the owner of the goods that let them transport them hoard a huge amount of crystal clear white sugar in the valley, and everyone will get a spoonful when they eat! If it's not enough, you can add it!

Many people are willing not to take gold coins as payment, or just buy some of these white sugar with gold coins at the time and go back to their friends and family to taste!

Many of the people in the team still have these small packets of sugar hidden on their bodies, each wrapped in delicate white paper, and the perimeter seems to be carefully stitched with a needle and thread - but the thread itself is not visible.

Bishop Bart carefully tore open a corner of the delicate package, then poured out the contents, first let the people try to eat a bite, then let the soldiers eat, and after making sure that it was all right, Bishop Bart carefully dipped a little of his index finger and put it in his mouth.

Oh! My Lord is merciful!

Bart's tongue simply reveled in this pure lusciousness, which made him can't help but eat it a second time very quickly.

It is indeed white sugar, the most authentic, white sugar with no impurities at all.

If it weren't for his strong faith, Bishop Bart would almost have thought that this legend was a miracle sent by the little yang god to guide the people!

When he came to his senses, Bishop Barth finally realized the gravity of the problem he was facing—he had thought it was a spies walking among the people, among the poor people, an absurd legend, or an elaborate hoax.

But judging from the confessions of these civilians in front of him, the situation he faced was much more complicated than the deception - just these gold coins, bread and sugar, on the whole continent, Bishop Bart could not have imagined that any country would have the financial resources to do such a thing!

If it was really owned by a certain king of the Great Sun Sect, then why didn't he use these things to recruit knights? Xiao Yang is above, if there is really such a group of knights eating white bread and butter, wearing expensive armor, such a force is enough to make the entire Xiao Yang Sect tremble!

Why do you have to put it in the back and do these little careful movements?

This is perhaps the most fatal mistake the other side has ever made.

Bishop Barth already had a plan in mind, and he ordered the liaison officer who had just returned to send messengers to find the lords separately, and then gather all the knights—he had to do something.

According to the confessions of these free people, in about half a month, in one-third of the diocese of Xiaoyang, thousands of free people have begun to join this semi-public "great cause", and even in the rumors, they believe that this kind of thing is tacitly approved by the church.

Thanks to this "great cause", the price of grain on the market is now rising three times a day!

It is not difficult to imagine that after a while, the entire besieging jihadist army on the front line will eat up the military rations they had hoarded before, and I am afraid that they will start to go hungry.

Because of this news, Bishop Bart did not sleep well for a whole night. He got up in the middle of the night and went to see the members of the transport team who had been imprisoned, and found that these people did not sleep in the middle of the night, but were still together, discussing with great interest the grain transportation business after they went out!

Not only did they discuss, but even the two guards in charge of detention seemed to be interested in the topic and cautiously joined in. When Bishop Bart appeared behind him, the two guards were not aware of it, but were struggling to calculate the exact number of commissions with their fingers.

The next morning, the first messenger to reply, returned with the knights he had brought back, and among them Bishop Barth, who had led the group in front, was also acquainted, the lord's eldest son, the future lord, whose rite of passage was presided over for him by Barth himself. At the meeting, Bart's godson also officially presented Bishop Bart with a precious gift: a small box of fully transparent crystals, several of which were embellished with gorgeous patterns.

Barth's mood was a little better because of the gifts, and he picked up a few of them, feeling their smoothness, and then looked at the knights who had come to him, all of them looking red and in good spirits. Bart noticed that many knights also had crystal balls on their hilts that were almost identical to those in his hands, and some even had more than one, and the most was almost seven or eight. Under the illumination of the two suns, these swords with crystal balls were dazzling and dazzling, making people dare not look directly.

"Have you found a mine in your territory lately?" Pastor Bart asked his godson.

"No," replied the lord's stupid son, not seeing the look on his godfather's face, "we bought it." ”

"Oh, isn't your territory a bad harvest this year?" Bart remembered what his father had said in the letter.

"Yes, the grain harvest is not good," the godson said with a slight apprehension, but soon this worry was replaced by pride, "but we make a lot of money transporting grain." ”

"Transporting grain to make money?" Bart had a vague premonition.

"You don't know yet," his godson's face began to become excited at the beginning of the topic, and his voice became louder, almost as if he was shouting to show off and let everyone around him hear, "My father has now become the captain of the brigade, and his grain transportation team has more than twenty wagons and more than a thousand people, and he can earn hundreds of gold coins by transporting them back!" My father asked me to come over just to ask if the church had any extra horses or carriages, and we would lend them money and give them 40% interest when the time came! ”