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The sea slammed against the wooden stakes of the wharf, and the merchant ships staggered closer, loaded with goods from West Francia, and after the beginning of spring, the trade of Mecklenburg was active again, although the Count of Mecklenburg reduced the toll tax of the merchants, and there were many merchants on land, but the news of the imminent death of Henry, the king of the East Frankish kingdom, the birdfisher, came, and the dukes of the various tribes began to block their territories to avoid being invaded by hostile spies, so the trade routes on the road were blocked, However, Mecklenburg also had sea transportation in addition to land trade routes, which more or less compensated for Arrod's losses.

"Quickly put the goods here." Soros, a Jew who had entered Mecklenburg as a courtier, was holding an account book bound in parchment, wearing a felt hat in the Germanic style, and the clothes on his body were not the traditional robes of the Jews, but the style of the Germanic nobles, except for the curly black hair on the sides of his cheeks.

"Soros, long time no see." While Soros was busy, a familiar voice came from the busy crowd at the docks, and he looked up to see a Jew approaching with his servant, and Soros immediately recognized it as Myron, a Jewish merchant in the West Frankish Kingdom.

"What wind brought you here?" Soros had a professional smile on his face, and he stepped forward and opened his arms to kiss each other's cheeks, but Soros's heart was vigilant, Myron was a grain merchant in Paris who was responsible for buying wheat, although he was Jewish, but they belonged to different Jewish sects and organizations.

"Ahh I heard that you have made a home here in East Francia, so I thought I would come and see if you were all right, and if you needed help, just ask. "Myron is a fat middle-aged man, with fair and delicate skin and rosy cheeks that can tell that he is having a good time, but when Soros's sect reaches out begging hands to him in desperation. But they were ruthlessly rejected by this fat merchant, and if it weren't for Arrod taking in this group of Jews, I am afraid that there would be no place for the world to live, and they would have perished in the exhaustion of migration.

"It's all a gift from God." Soros straightened up, put his hands in front of him, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes to look at Myron, and then closed tightly after saying what he had to say.

"Hehe, why are my compatriots so cold. Although I rejected your request for help that time, what can I do? I have always felt guilty for the great Hugg who made a plea to reduce the number of our Jews, and for which he could not pry open his great mouth, even at great cost. Myron saw Soros's expression of rejection, of course he knew the reason, so he simply picked out this relationship, and his face showed a pitiful and guilty look.

"Okay Myron, what the hell is going on with you? The Earl entrusted me with the care of the harbor. I have a lot of things to do. Soros said and was about to turn around and leave, Myron hurriedly grabbed the corner of Soros's robe.

"Don't. Oh, Soros, you are so reused by the Earl, are you in charge of this port? Myron was taken aback by Soros's words, although he was in charge of the grain import and export merchant in Paris, but in fact the king of West Francia could not trust a Jew, the head of the market was generally entrusted to the West Francian nobles, and Myron was at most only a deputy and a miscellaneous worker. But even this was a great success, but recently, when the market manager, who was close to him, left Paris for another territory, he offended a baron for some reason and died without knowing why, and the newly appointed market manager was extremely disgusted with the Jews, which made Myron's life more and more difficult.

"Yes. The Count of Mecklenburg has entrusted me with the care of this port, but it is nothing to a man like you, who has close ties with the King of West Francia, is it? Soros said sarcastically with a smile on his face, he will never forget the haughty look on his face, just like his humble expression now.

"Ahaha, my dear compatriots, dear friends, you also know that the grain business in Paris has been sluggish, I heard that this port of Mecklenburg has gradually become a center of trade, so I borrowed a lot of money to buy a merchant ship to make a living, thank God Almost, I did not expect my friend you to be the governor of this port, it is very good." Myron laughed and opened her arms, raised her head and looked reverently at the sky, thanking God.

"Well, as long as you follow the rules of the port of Mecklenburg, as long as your goods are worth buying, life should not be a problem." Soros nodded slightly and said, he is smart enough to know that Arrod's policy is to attract merchants to and from the prosperous territory to the maximum, although he is extremely disgusted with Myron in his personal affairs, and he can't wait to drive him away immediately, but in terms of the interests of Arrod's side, he must maintain Arold's policy.

"Of course, but you also know that your taxes here are so weird, why do you have to fill in the list and the amount of the transaction when you trade?" Myron, who was trading here for the first time, did not understand why Mecklenburg did not collect the port tax directly on the basis of the ship, but had to report the type and value of the goods traded, and then estimate the value of the goods and collect two-tenths of the transaction tax, which was more cumbersome for Mecklenburg officials, but it ensured that Mecklenburg had an abundant tax revenue, but the task was less pleasant.

"This is the rule of Mecklenburg, no one can evade this tax, as long as you want to do business in Mecklenburg then I advise you to obey it." Soros also knew that he was doing something unpleasant, but someone had to do it, and he rented a house in the harbor with five soldiers from Mecklenburg in addition to him, in order to prevent some people from messing with or trying to evade the transaction tax.

"Hey, Soros, my friend, can't you be accommodating? I've paid enough port tax for my ship at one time, and my cargo isn't worth much. Myron said as he approached Soros, and then a money bag was passed through his sleeve, bribes are usually a common trick of businessmen, although it hurts a little to the bag of money, but it is still much cheaper than paying transaction taxes.

"Do you think I'm going to live up to the Earl's expectations of me for the sake of such a small amount of money?" Soros immediately rejected Myron, it's not how honest he is, when he didn't come to Mecklenburg, as a businessman, he didn't do this kind of thing, but he knew that if Arold learned that he had accepted bribes to harm Mecklenburg's interests, then he would definitely be driven out of Mecklenburg at least, and finally found a place to live for himself and his family in this land, how could he do such a stupid thing?

"What a dead brain, did he really think that those Germans would treat him as his own?" Looking at Soros's distant back, Myron spat angrily on the ground and scolded in a low voice.

"Oh, so Soros did a good job in the port." Soros didn't know that after half a day's effort, a member of the Brotherhood of Blood Drops sent this matter to Arold's case, Arold smiled slightly when he heard it, and chose this Jew as the port master, which was not only a trust in his ability, but also a test for the next plan, it seems that Soros is really a very wise guy.

"Lord Earl, it's a bold move to let the Jews manage the port." Beside Arjod was Dylan, who had just returned to the territory. Matt, the hunchbacked nobleman who had gathered a group of Germanic exiles to make his home in the lands around Mecklenburg, had come to report to Arold and tell him about the recent events in the Kingdom of East Francia.

"The king is dying, is he?" Arold leaned back in the chair and put his hands comfortably on the armrests, facing Dylan. Matt asked.

"Yes, the king's sons have been very active lately, and the dukes are very nervous, afraid of a civil war, and this fear is beginning to spread among the lower classes, so I was able to gather these people to the border." Dylan. Matt said lightly to Arrod, but the various obstacles in this cannot be discussed one by one. (A good event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you!) Follow from ~ Dian/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter ddxiaoshuo), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account! (To be continued......)