Act 135 Roman's second plan for the third update

"Isn't that an exchange?" Miss Merchant asked with interest as she watched the behavior of the young adventurers.

"It's not so much an exchange as a handout, Miss Roman." Sanfford replied in the back.

Roman stretched out his finger and nodded his chin: "But it's obviously an exchange, isn't it an exchange to buy hope with food?" ”

"Buying hope with food? What does that mean? Antitina was stunned. In fact, it was not only her, but everyone was surprised by this sentence: Is this also an exchange?

Just wait

But only Brando reacted at this moment, and he immediately couldn't help but look at Roman with an incredible gaze, wondering how this guy's little brain grows, and how can he always think of something that ordinary people can't see. He immediately gathered his thoughts, and then asked, "Antitina, if this territory is handed over to you to govern, how long will it take for you to have spontaneous business here." ”

When the noblewoman's daughter heard this question, she immediately realized that there was something in Brando's words, and she couldn't help but glance at the other party, thinking to herself, what did this young lord think about this territory? Or is it just a test for yourself?

But in any case, she still looked at these unclothed, refugees-like people on the street and thought about it for a while, and replied with some embarrassment: "It can be a year or two years, and the people have no wealth and lack the basis for commercial behavior." Even if taxes were reformulated and land was allocated, it would take a relatively long time to accumulate wealth...... But in any case, within two years I am sure that there will be business again here; It's just that the roads are a bit troublesome, and I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money to rebuild them......"

"So, if we distribute the wealth, won't the people have wealth?" Roman interrupted her, rightfully speaking.

Antitina choked, "That's it...... Does it make sense? She couldn't help but ask with some difficulty: "Is this any different from those who are addicted to gambling and lend their money to people who have no money to gamble, and then let them gamble with themselves?" In the end, you will only win with your own money, and you may even lose because of it......"

She couldn't help but look at Roman like she looked at the kind of guy she said was addicted to gambling. However, it should be put in another way here, which is called business-loving life.

"Of course it makes sense, you see, Antitina said it was 'borrowed', didn't she? So the lovely gambler was able to win more money in the end, but it was all written on the IOU. ”

"But those people are just poor people after all, and even if they have an IOU, they still don't get a penny." Antitina retorted.

Roman lifted his chin and wagged his fingers, and the action landed in Brando's eyes, almost thinking that she saw a capitalist who did things cleanly.

"Yes, not everyone wants to be poor, does they? When we distribute wealth, it is also an exchange. We're buying these people's hopes for the future," Roman pointed to his eyes, "See, everybody wants to have a better life." What we give them is the ability to realize this hope, which should be called 'the ability to participate in production', right? ”

"And when they fulfill this wish, they naturally fulfill the meaning of the IOU, and I have a lot of partners who participate in this game." The merchant continued: "Unlike gambling, if you bury gold coins in the ground, you will receive two gold coins the next year. ”

She winked playfully at the words.

"This ...... Saying that, it's hard to achieve......" Although the others still heard it in a fog, Antitina finally understood Roman's thoughts. It's just that she can't accept such a whimsical logic anyway.

"It's really difficult...... Brando nodded, and then he couldn't help but glance at little Roman in admiration. In fact, Roman's idea is not so much an exchange as a form of redistribution, but it is not only the means of production that participate in redistribution, but also capital itself, and when capital participates in reproduction, it will increase in value rapidly. Roman's idea is based on the premise that all the wealth in the territory belongs to the lord itself, although it is simple and unpretentious, but to think of such a problem under such conditions, it has to be said that the vision is already quite advanced.

But it does require a huge plan and every step of the way, more than just sending something down. Brando isn't good at this, but he has a simple example to draw from.

Infrastructure and foreign wars.

"It's not so much about buying hope as it is about buying labor. Although labor was an added value to the lords, they did not understand that although all the wealth in the territory belonged to the lord himself, there was a difference in the speed at which new wealth was created," Brando replied, "Of course, if this is to be done, how to distribute this wealth is the key. ”

"Antitina, do you have any ideas?" The young man asked nonchalantly.

"Build roads."

The idea of the nobleman's daughter simply coincided with that of her own lord. Then she hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered her voice and asked in a low voice, "Lord Lord, what do you think of this place?" ”

In the past, Antitina could hardly have imagined that she would incite her lord to attack another legitimate lord of the kingdom and seize the other party's territory - a blatant rebellion. However, as time passed, the shape of this ancient kingdom became worse and worse day by day, and the news of the turmoil had come from outside, coupled with the fact that she had witnessed the actions of these cold-blooded, rotten nobles, she had already tasted a little disillusioned with the last vestiges of the kingdom.

Brando nodded, then shook his head again.

Of course he has ideas, Baron Grudin's territory is almost next to his future territory, and this guy is not a good bird, so it goes without saying that he will be the first to use the knife against the other party. But not now, now he lacks both the strength and the opportunity. Wait another two months, and wait until the November coup d'état (also known as the December coup) coincides with the declaration of independence, and no one cares about the last attack between petty lords on the southern border.

However, he did have a bit of a headache, and I have to say that Tonyguel is indeed one of the most barren territories in the whole of Eruin this season. He was afraid that Roman might be restrained in such a place, but he didn't expect that Miss Merchant's instinct was so strong that she could play a role anywhere.

Brando now even wondered if she had thrown little Roman 'down' and that she would be able to do business happily with the demons.

But anyway, once you have an initial idea, all that's left is how to refine the idea and the money. The question of money is not a big problem for Brando for the time being, the money obtained by extorting the little nobleman and the money being escorted in Pragues will be used as his start-up capital, and then the rest will be handed over to the rich mineral resources of the south.

As a basic rule of traversal, if as a traverser can't do something about the minerals, Brando feels like he's living in vain.

But at this moment, a loud horsewhip 'snapped' interrupted his train of thought. Brando was alarmed, and he and the others turned around to see a small group of cavalry entering the city behind him, and although they were poorly equipped, they were well distinguished. The young men saw the emblem on their flag, a pelican on a staggered black and white checkerboard, with a background color derived from Jean Denel's family coat of arms, implying that this noble group was directly related to the Count of Jean Denel. So Brando immediately understood that these men were Baron Grudin's personal soldiers.

At this moment the cavalry was raising their whips to drive out the inhabitants on both sides of the street, and if they retreated a little slower, they would be severely whipped. The yellow-skinned men and women were scattered like a herd of animals, and the sight seemed so amusing to the riders that they couldn't help but laugh and even laugh awkwardly.

Antitina frowned, she was familiar with this scene. The security cavalry in Prague were not so high-flying.

She then heard Akane, the red-haired girl beside her, snort coldly.

"They seem to have something behind them." Sanfud suddenly pointed behind the group of riders.

"It's a corpse." Brando replied, "These nobles' private soldiers have gone out to suppress bandits. After he finished speaking, he sighed softly.

"What's wrong?"

Antitina was stunned, isn't this a normal thing?

But Brando shook his hand to signal her not to speak, and then pointed for her, and the nobleman's daughter looked fixedly, and sure enough, she saw some women not far away, after seeing the corpses, suddenly knelt on the ground, hid their faces and wept. She was slightly stunned, and then asked with some incomprehension, "...... What's going on? ”

"It's better to say that it is bandits, but to say that it is a peasant who was forced by the lord's taxes to the point that he could not survive. The robbers in the mountains and forests outside are better off as refugees who have evaded taxes, and most of them live like ordinary peasants, and there are not many people who actually participate in the looting. It is defined as 'inhuman' just because of tax evasion. A gray wolf mercenary replied in a very familiar manner, he gritted his teeth and replied, "My father also died like this, these hateful nobles ......"

"Are there only men?" Antitina asked, taking a breath.

"Of course, life out there isn't a paradise either." Brando nodded.

As he finished speaking, there seemed to be an eerie silence all around. Except for the shouting and scolding of those aristocratic private soldiers and the low sobs of women, no one spoke for a while.

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