As for the autumn harvest, I will not repeat it here. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In short, it is composed with the sweat and laughter of the peasants, the hard work and the earth, and the lyrics are filled in with the sparkling golden wheat sea, and finally the world's first-class singer is added, accompanied by the world's first-class orchestra, but even so, it is not a perfect harvest song.

Throughout the autumn, the peasants would go into battle with their whole families, plunging into the fields, racing against time to harvest the wheat day and night, with the men in front and their mothers-in-law gathering the cut wheat in the back, and then their children, whether boys or girls, it would always be good to have an extra laborer at this time, and their children would take the wheat home and spread it on the ground to dry.

This is a very beautiful picture, which is exactly what modern people praise as 'harmony between man and nature', but when the little Earl Tang saw it, he only thought of some kind of rumbling black smoke.

"If only I had a harvester."

That's pretty much it.

Although the Count of Xiao Tang returned to the Middle Ages, which was full of blue sky and white clouds, and absolutely free of pollution, which some petty bourgeoisie such as Chai Daguan praised with great praise. But as a fanatical industrialist, an engineering dog destined to be lonely all his life, the Earl of Don Jr. longed for every corner of Desmond to be filled' There is nothing but pollution' factories, every flat land is lined with towering black smoke pipes, and every field is running with rumbling and dream-disturbing steel monsters, if one day Desmond can do this, the little Earl Tang can lie happily in bed, eat and drink Lazar with servants to serve, and live a perfect life of molesting and molesting good women on the streets!

It's a pity that such a beautiful scenery has not even appeared in Count Tang's sweet dreams since he crossed over.

So Count Don can only work hard...... Well, hard work, I don't know if his grandson's grandson will be able to see that day.

"In other words, you want to get the monopoly rights for all the bulk grain in Desmond?"

Count Don sat on his high seat, looking at a certain merchant in the castle hall with playful eyes, as if he were watching a play. But the knights around him were not so 'kind', and they looked at the merchant like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Yes, my lord, I am willing to pay 1,000 gold coins in a lump sum, plus another 100 gold every month for three consecutive months, to purchase the monopoly right to sell bulk grain in your territory. This is also a good thing for you, don't you usually worry about the stubbornness of these farmers? If you sell me this right, then I should have a headache for all this, and you get the money directly, what a good deal! ”

This merchant is really a shrewd man from Venice, the capital of commerce, and his mouth is like a lotus, and if it were an ordinary lord, I am afraid that he would really be moved-in fact, this merchant thinks so in his heart.

I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that all of you here are rubbish, and with my mouth that can fool the pagans with gold, I can't fool you, the country earl?

And this businessman has a backhand.

"Lord Earl, and all the distinguished knights, these are a little souvenirs of my parents, they are not worth mentioning, and I hope to laugh at them."

Gift-giving, yes, gift-giving, that's a really good idea, and whether it's Eastern or Western, gift-giving is one of the ways to increase your success rate. And for this merchant, he was originally from Venice, a professional second-class dealer, and these gifts could be sold in other places for 200 gold, but he only needed 50 gold to get it from the hands of the infidels, which was the most suitable for favors.

However, Count Don Jr. was waiting for this.

"Someone! This person tried to bribe the chief, the evidence was conclusive, and according to the Desmond Commercial Law, the stolen goods were immediately confiscated, fined 50 gold, and sentenced to half a month's hard labor! Execute it now! ”

The merchant was immediately shocked, but before he could say a word, the knights around him, like tigers, pounced on him, two laying on his hands and two on his feet, and one covering his mouth. Pity that the merchant was just an ordinary person, who was the opponent of this group of knights, and was carried down without saying a word.

There were also two slaves brought by the merchant, and the two slaves had their own masters carried down, and there were knights around who looked at them with a sinister smile, and the two slaves looked at each other, and simply put the gifts on the ground and turned around to find their masters.

"The roll of silk is mine, and you can divide the rest among yourself."

Count Don looked at the knights who were about to move below and said.

Now that the original owner is gone, it's time to divide the spoils. The gifts that the merchant brought were actually limited, nothing more than silk, wine, salt, sugar, and the like, all of which were flashy, and none of them were gold or silver.

And now the distribution of these stolen goods has become a law - after a dozen merchants who tried to bribe in a row, it was basically Count Don who chose the best one first, and then the knights themselves redistributed it, and all the fines collected were charged into the treasury, and the knights did not have a single penny.

To be honest, Count Tang doesn't really want to pit merchants, what if there are too many merchants who don't want to do business?

But these businessmen are so and angry!

Look at what they are proposing!

Grain Exclusive! Ask for pricing power!

What is the difference between giving the whole of Desmond's grain, including the sale and pricing, to others and the Count of Don working for them?! Do they really regard Count Xiao Tang as a rich man in the countryside who doesn't understand anything, and can let them fool around?

Belch...... That's what they really think.

Well, if you are unkind, you can't blame me for being unjust, so Count Don Jr. made a "Desmond Commercial Law" overnight, which was engraved on the large stone outside the castle.

Hehe, I'm just bullying you for not knowing simplified Chinese characters, and you have a kind of rebellion against me!

-- As evidenced by the three bodies hanged outside the castle, anyone who tried to escape, delayed, and resisted was now in heaven to accompany God and his old man.

It is not without reason that successive dynasties have suppressed merchants.

At harvest time, the merchants buy grain at a low price, and when the harvest is scarce, they sell grain at a high price to exploit the peasants, if they are not suppressed, the merchants will become richer and richer, and the peasants will become poorer and poorer, and finally the peasants will rebel if they can't survive. It won't be the anti of these businessmen anyway. Businessman, who later said in the Rothschilds: "Businessmen have no nationality."

And these businessmen, they are not really unprofitable.

This year's harvest is so good, a few merchants alone can't eat it at all, that is to say, they want to unite, and together, the price they give must be lower than the average price, and Count Tang Xiao can't say that he is blocking the peasants from selling!

And these merchants, who bought grain at a price below average, crossed a channel and sold it at a high price to England - less than a decade after the last Viking invasion and the Norman conquest of King William, two successive wars of 10,000 men almost drained the blood of the country's prime labor, and created a large number of disabled burdens, and the new generation had not yet grown up, which also led to the abandonment of large tracts of fertile land in England, and the sharp decline in grain production.

These merchants believed that the wise and powerful King William would not refuse, and that with a small amount of lovely gold coins, he would be able to get a large amount of food to appease his army and the people.

And they also have honey, and paper.

Honey is harvested from clover, and Europeans are obsessed with honey as we have already mentioned. If possible, these merchants loaded the honey onto ships and shipped it across the North Sea, across the Atlantic coast, and half across the Mediterranean, to Italy, and they could sell it for ten times the price!

And paper, this is not the first trial product, it is too hard to wipe the buttocks. This is a real, snow-white, second-improved product. There is neither the smell of parchment nor the greasy smell of kraft paper, so it can be said that it is the perfect product of dreams! The monasteries, scholars, and even alchemists hiding in the dark would never refuse to buy such a few pieces of paper at a high price.

So even if these merchants were subjected to such fishing law enforcement, and not only lost their money but also did hard labor, none of them would leave - all of them had come from far and wide, and the most recent one had crossed the St. George Strait from the Franks, and now they were not doing any business, and they would turn around and leave without such a good opportunity to make money? Are you kidding me!

However, in the midst of this prosperity, there is an old wolf with red eyes, coveting the most delicious piece of fat in front of him......

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