In the innermost office on the second floor of the Treasurer of the Besançon court, Galvin, who had recently returned from lobbying for the Duchy of Southern Provence, was dealing with a mountain of official documents.

A guy dressed as a civil official was bowing his waist and quietly waiting for Galvin to sign an official document.

"Alright, you immediately send this to the heads of the various comptoirs in Besançon." Galvin put down the quill pen in his hand and handed the signed document to the civil officer.

The civil servant saluted and slowly withdrew from the official room.

After the civil servant left, Galvin's personal assistant walked out the door.

"Lord Salt, Lord Galvin, please come in." Galvin's personal clerk said politely to Salter, who had been waiting in the side room outside the door for a long time.

Ever since the Continental Merchant House was commissioned by the new court to raise food, grass, baggage, armor, weapons, and daily necessities for the city, Salter frequented the treasury of the Besançon court. After going back and forth, the clerk became acquainted with Salter. Every time Salter was here, the clerk always gave him a warm welcome.

Of course, the merchant-turned-Salter had never treated these friendly fellows badly.

The clerk pushed open the door of the office and ushered Salter in, "My lord, Mr. Salter of the Continental Comptoir has arrived. ”

Galvin looked up and saw Saltu in his usual clothes, and immediately beckoned him to sit down. "Hurry up and pour the guests wine."

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

After the clerk served two glasses of wine in the goblet, Galvin asked him to wait and close the door and leave.

"Salter," Galvin took a sip of his wine and became less polite. "How much food, baggage, and military supplies have you brought from Provence this time?"

"Your Excellency, according to your previous instructions, the European Continental Commercial Bank has purchased thirty truckloads of grain, grass and baggage and ten truckloads of military supplies for the Restoration Army, mainly medicinal herbs, cloth and other in-demand goods, all of which have been pulled to the warehouse in the city and are being counted and stored."

"Good!" Galvin said with satisfaction. "Thanks to you, the Continental Comptoir. If you hadn't done your best to raise food and grass for the Liberation Army, we would have been in a passive position in this war.

It was precisely because he saw that the European Continental Comptoir was so loyal that he asked me to grant the Continental Comptoir a charter to purchase grain, grass, baggage, weapons, armor, and daily necessities for Besançon for the Liberation Army, so as to ensure the stability of our rear. ”

"It's all thanks to the Minister of Finance's care for us. If it weren't for this, we would have been able to keep our European trading houses running in the face of war. ”

Nowadays, in addition to daily expenses, European commercial banks can net about 100,000 fennigs per round trip. In a battle for the succession, the European comptoirs have earned more than a million pfennigs in total.

Galvin also waved his hand lightly, "If it weren't for the support of your European Continental Commercial Bank, I'm afraid that my position as the deputy minister of the palace finance would not be stable." Previously, the palace lacked money and food, and I, the deputy minister of finance, was not taken seriously by the old-fashioned magnates in the palace at all. Now I have the golden river of the European Comptoir, and they send people to me every day. ”

Galvin said this, and the two of them laughed.

After a moment, Galvin continued: "Now, the war of the Bethes is nearing its end. Art has sent me a secret letter, begging me to assist your firm in the northern part of the country as soon as possible. I would also suggest to Xinjun that the European Comptoir be made a royal chartered firm, so as to strengthen the Continental Comptoir. ”

"Then I will thank the Viscount on behalf of my family." Salter stood up and saluted.

"Hey, Salter, you're not right. Art is my son-in-law, and when I help him, I'm helping myself. We are all family. ”

"That's what Lord Viscount said."

"Okay, let's talk about the next trade priorities of the European Comptoirs, now that the war is coming to an end, we have to plan for the post-war recovery......

After Galvin's conversation with Saltu, Salter immediately set out for the south with the caravan.

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"Bang!"

In the newly built mansion area outside the wooden fort in the valley, Lawrence cut off the head of his chicken on a stake and threw it on the ground.

I saw the old hen fluttering on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and the frightened children who stood aside to watch the excitement screamed and fled.

As a high-ranking civil official, the Lawrence family has now moved from the village of Valley to the valley wooden fort, and built a beautiful house on the homestead allocated by the civil administration.

"Father, how did you slaughter this chicken? Didn't you say that you should keep it and wait for my brother to finish from the officer academy before giving him food? Lawrence's daughter, who had just returned from the Civil Affairs School, asked puzzled.

"Your Uncle Scott was seriously injured some time ago while guarding the valley, and he was injured for the valley, and we have to pay tribute to him. Your mother told me to slaughter the chicken first, and take a pot of soup to make up for Uncle Scott. We have a few more chickens at home, and your brother is not afraid of no chickens to eat when he comes back. So saying, Lawrence threw the old hen, which was no longer moving, into the barrel and poured the boiling water that had been prepared into it.

In a few moments, Lawrence quickly plucked all the chicken feathers. After cleaning the entrails, he took the chickens to his kitchen and handed them to his wife, Catherine.

"How's that guy Scott?" In her kitchen, Catherine asks about Scott's injuries as she cuts the chicken into chunks.

"Healer Fazna is changing his dressing every day, and he is already able to move around the ground." Lawrence replied.

"That's good. Later, you bring him the chicken soup, and by the way, you can get two more refined wheat breads. As she spoke, Catherine had already put the chicken in the pot.

"Now Emma is in charge of the entire territory tavern shop, and she is busy all day long, Camille is also a maid by Madame's side, and Ron is fighting outside all year round, this time Brother Scott is injured, and there is no one close to take care of him~" Catherine muttered.

"That's right, Lawrence. The tavern in the Valley has been resold, and I have nothing to do now, so how about you plead with the old housekeeper Cooper and arrange me to the Wooden Castle shop?" This would also give Emma some of the burden and give her time to take care of Big Scott. ”

Lawrence paused slightly, "Now the shops in Wooden Castle are directly under the civil administration, and the shops are all civil affairs officials. You want to be a clerk~I'm afraid~"

"I'm afraid of what? Emma has been promoted to civil steward, can't I be a civil servant? You're also a construction officer, but you don't have any skills? Besides, I'm really going to do things, and I don't plan to eat idle food. ”

"Please~"

"Okay, okay, I'll go and plead with the old butler tomorrow, but I can't guarantee that it will work, and now the requirements for civil affairs to recruit officials are not low~" Lawrence dealt with Catherine as he added firewood to the stove.

As he spoke, the chicken soup in the pot had begun to tumble continuously, and the room was filled with fragrant smells.

Green smoke wafted out of the kitchen, slowly jumped up the canopy of the trees in the backyard, and slowly disappeared into the forest......

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Knock knock~

"Scott~" Lawrence, who was holding a large bowl of chicken soup and two refined wheat breads in his arms, knocked on the wooden door of Scott's house.

"Please come in."

As the wooden door creaked open, Lawrence saw Scott, who had gotten up and sat in the hall looking through the birch bark books.

"Lawrence, how did you get some?" Scott asked Lawrence as he struggled to get up on the wooden table.

Lawrence hurriedly put the chicken soup bread on the wooden table and helped Scott to his feet.

"Catherine stewed a hen and told me to send it to you to make it up."

"How embarrassing is this, just now Mrs. also brought the little master to see me, this little injury still makes everyone worry so much~"

"Alright, you're welcome, come over and have some soup." As he spoke, Lawrence had expertly walked into the kitchen and brought over a wooden bowl.

"How's the injury?" After Scott took a sip of chicken soup, Lawrence asked with concern.

Fazna said she would be able to move around in a few days.

"That's good. If it weren't for the desperate resistance of you and those brothers this time, maybe we wouldn't have had a chance to sit here and talk. Lawrence sighed.

"It's also a bit of a fear when I think about it, but luckily the Holy Lord didn't take me away this time. Amen~" Scott put down the wooden bowl in his hand and prayed reverently with his eyes closed.

"By the way, how is the valley and the rest of the county recovering?" Scott asked with concern.

"The old housekeeper has already arranged for the civil affairs officials to lead the personnel to the damaged area to repair. You can recuperate in peace. ”

Scott nodded.

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Wincheston Manor, where the civil officials in charge of repairing the estate, have been summoning stonemasons and carpenters to repair the collapsed and burned area every morning after breakfast.

On the construction site, handymen cut the logs one by one under the command of a carpenter, and then removed the bark from the surface and sanded them smooth. The carpenter cuts the timber based on the data measured in advance, and then instructs his apprentices to polish and polish the beams and columns that have been formed into strips. Finally, they were all put in the house for later use, and after the walls were repaired, they arranged for someone to repair the roof and windows.

The stone wall, which had been smashed by a roof beam that had fallen down last time, was restored step by step under the guidance of a craftsman. In addition to the stones that could still be used, the civil government also sent people to bring back some stones from the nearby mountains in horse-drawn carts, so that the craftsmen could hew them into strips of stone as supplements.

After the efforts of forty or fifty farmers and a dozen craftsmen, Wincheston Manor, which had been destroyed by fire, is being restored step by step.

In the fire-torn farmland around Wincheston Manor, farmers are scrambling to clean up the burned debris and renovate the land. Nearly a tenth of the surrounding wheat fields were burned to the ground, which are the most fertile land, producing enough food to feed more than a dozen families.

The peasants in the fields cleaned up the debris from the ground and cursed the demons who set fire to the grain. Seeing the large expanses of wheat being burned in front of them, these lords who relied on the land to feed their families felt a pang of pain in their hearts. Although the civil administration announced that the people who had suffered losses would be exempted from paying grain taxes this year, these peasants, who had worked weekdays, could not help but wipe away tears when they looked at the scene in front of them......

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In the valley village, Lottie is leading Cooper to offer condolences to the families of the people who have suffered from the war, and she is accompanied by her personal maid Ollie.

Little George was scurrying around in the fields, much to the disadvantage of Camille, who was following him.

"Ma'am, this is Feynman's family. Feynman was mortally wounded in the battle and brought back to the valley for medical treatment. Cooper, who was with Lottie, briefed Lottie about the people.

"He is a warrior of our valley who, like everyone else, left to protect our homeland. May his soul rest in God. Amen~"

"Amen~"

Lottie instructed Ollie to take out some coins from the bag and give them to the peasant woman, and told her to send the child to study at the Wooden Castle School when he was a little older, and that the civil administration would be responsible for all the expenses of the child's study.

The peasant woman knelt on the ground and thanked her again and again.

Coming out of the peasant woman's house, Lottie asked Cooper, "Old steward, have you ordered the pacification of the people to continue?" ”

"As for my wife's words, I have instructed all civil affairs officials to pay pensions to the families of the injured and deceased recipients, and to provide them with food rations for half a year. I also instructed the people who had free time to help cultivate the land that they could not cultivate themselves. ”

"That's good. These people are the people of the land of the lord, and we cannot treat them badly. Lottie continued.

"It's really a master's luck to have a wife like Madame." Cooper said from the bottom of his heart.

"He was lucky, but he suffered our mother and son." Lottie was sad.

"Old housekeeper, let's go to the next one~"

"Yes, ma'am."