On March 16, 1030 in the steam calendar, the plague in the imperial capital was over. The number of deaths among patients in quarantine plummeted after receiving cheap antibiotics such as sulfonamides.

But 20,000 people still died in the plague. With the death of 20,000 people, if we put it in the 21 st century, in the sensitive network information age of the people, it is necessary to activate an efficient wartime system in order to stabilize social order.

In Hagia Sauk, the imperial capital's newspaper, without any pictures, lightly informed the subjects of the Empire that the plague was over, and that the Imperial military would dispose of the plague-bearing corpses within five days.

Prosperity quickly regained in the imperial capital, and the faces of the people soon lost the traces of the plague.

Merchants are haggling over goods.

The tavern mercenaries drank and talked merrily, once again celebrating the day when there was wine and drunk the day.

And the coachmen, the grooms, and the beggars of the empire, were thinking about how many copper plates they should use for their next meal today.

The soldiers who participated in the prevention of the epidemic would use words to add fuel and vinegar to the narrative in the inn, which was not serious and serious. And this kind of topic, in the atmosphere of alcohol, turns into a strange chatter. The surviving merchants and townspeople of the Empire, in hearing these gossip, laughed at the unfortunate poor ghosts who couldn't afford to buy medicine and finally got out of this world.

The atmosphere in the tavern is as relaxed as the 'wise' 'witty' commenting on the history of seventy or eighty years ago in the early twenty-first century on earth.

The scene of human bones killed by bacteria piling up like a mountain in the crematorium may be quickly forgotten by the people of this world. But Binghe has never been determined to use his golden finger to fade the memories of the past few days in his brain.

[At night, on the viaduct in the center of the imperial palace area and the mechanical area of the imperial capital, the bingnu who looked out by the railing, in front of him was a convex lens spell that refracted beams of light]

Bing looked at the people who were back in peace and contentment in the lower city. Silently, he turned his head to look at the towering Imperial Celestial Tower on his left. There was no expression on his face, and no emotion was visible in his eyes.

Looking at the whole empire where everything is fine and everything is satisfied now, Binghe really doesn't know what emotions to express.

Now, if you express some emotions, it seems that you are a mentally ill person who is overemotionally charged and fussed.

Bing sent a half-hour of stupefied. The knight who had been guarding Bing Core on the side stepped forward and persuaded: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, and the sight here is chaotic, please take pity on yourself." ”

Binghe turned his head and asked, "Do you say that there is a god in this world?" ”

The knight followed Binghe's gaze towards the sky, and then said, "Your Majesty, I don't know, if there really is a god, your good deeds will definitely be rewarded by the gods." ”

'Che' Binghe exhaled disdainfully, stopped looking at the sky, and walked back to his carriage.

Bing checked the knight beside him and said, "We'll leave tomorrow morning and return to the Spear Flame Territory." ”

The knight was surprised: "Your Majesty, here, you don't go ......" The knight wanted to persuade Binghe to see Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Binghe picked up the towel in the carriage and wiped his hands and said, "This behavior is just a whim of mine, and I don't have any other purpose, and I don't want the people in the imperial capital to think that I have any purpose." ”

[The next day, when Binghe got on the train, a carrier pigeon was released in the train station, and in just ten minutes, the emperor in the celestial tower knew the news. 】

After making sure that Binghe had quietly left, the Emperor sighed, shook his head, and threw a piece of copy from the table into the fireplace.

The most glorious in the imperial capital can only be the royal family. When any person is more than the royal family, it is inevitable to press. In this great plague, Binghe saved a large number of people on suspicion of buying people's hearts. If you stay, someone will inevitably tout.

And if Binghe chooses to stay, then there will be some strange rumors in the aristocratic circles of the imperial capital.

For example, Bingnu's youth and recklessness, as well as bloodthirsty and murderous, and so on. The source of these strange words is not the royal family, but it is in line with the purpose of the royal family - to point out the core and not get carried away.

And now that Binghe has quietly left, the emperor will not instruct the people below to do so.

His Majesty the Emperor began to pick up another love newspaper, which recorded information about the Imperial Medical and Pastoral Academy's order for pharmaceutical equipment.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at the shipper: the Gun Flame Family, and his gaze directly crossed the name of the Gun Flame Binghe, and directly locked his eyes on the two names of the medical and pastoral area, one was Caijing and the other was Xiyun.

His Majesty the Emperor narrowed his eyes, and the Emperor took a deep breath and said with a slight appreciation on his face: "It's done perfectly, leaving no clues." ”

[Stay away from the imperial capital and the queen of the circle. Binghe returned to the industrial factories in the north again. The Industrial Revolution continued. 】

At the beginning of spring in April, a large number of machines were transported to the territories of various families in the north for trial.

Oversized farm machinery runs through the fields, and this forty-ton farm machine spews steam. The brute force of turning the tracks shocked these lords of the south. Dozens of iron ploughs turned the soil into the ground by 30 centimeters like chopsticks turning tofu. The soil turned by traditional livestock is like a woman's embroidery needle fighting with a man's stick compared to a steam engine.

When the serfs who were operating the ploughing cattle on the side saw this scene, they directly stopped the cattle, let the ploughing cattle rest, and also let themselves be idle.

The huge fields ploughed by the great efficiency of the agricultural machinery made these serfs unconsciously feel that their work was now insignificant after comparing the small squares they had ploughed. Instead of continuing to work hard, it is better to just take a leisure, watch the excitement, and then wait for this machine that will not lose fat and will not shout tiredness to "by the way" kill its workload.

The serfs looked at this super machine with a hippie smile on their faces, and talked about how easy their future days would be, as if the hard work of farming would be far away forever. The tone of the serfs when they talk about the future of agricultural mechanization is the same as the tone of the serfs in the early 21st century when people talk about the good life in the era of intelligent robots.

However, the nobles on the ridge are discussing with great interest how much manpower and how much cost can be reduced in the field this year. Some nobles have instructed the housekeepers to contact the traffickers. And thinking about being able to build the manor more beautifully in the future. The mentality of the pastoral aristocracy is as wise as the players who do not need peasants in the later stage of real-time strategy and begin to spontaneously reduce the peasant population. The plans of the nobles were bright.

Binghe was holding a small notebook, and while calculating to Chenjia on the side, he said: "Agricultural mechanization will inevitably lead to a large number of unemployment, manpower will be cheap, our factories must be ready to expand, and we must be ready for social education, by the way," Binghe glanced at the excited nobles dozens of meters away, and asked Chenjia, "What do you think they will do in the future?" ”

Dusty knew that Binghe was going to start teaching himself, and he looked like he was asking for advice.

Binghe: "The mechanization of agriculture will inevitably lead to a decrease in the cost of food production. In the next few years, the aristocracy of the north will be driven by interests to transform and reduce the cost of food production. But they sell a lot of grain, and there are few people in the market who can afford to buy it, and when the supply exceeds demand, the grain will plummet.

We will be the only buyers of the grain market in control of the factory, and they must want to maintain the high price of grain for us in the future, but we can jam them and steal their current grain profits from agricultural necessities such as fertilizers and agricultural machinery. ”

Binghe drew a pair of scissors in his notebook, and then glanced at the nobles and serfs. Binghe's gaze determined the future of these people.

Dusty looked abrupt, then nodded, nodded.

Binghe patted Chenjia on the shoulder and said, "Of course, we are not here to squeeze money. Our ultimate goal is to tie their interests to ours. ”

The future of the serfs and the pastoral aristocracy is recorded in today's plan book.

[At noon, at the banquet of the Gun Flame family. A large table was placed in the center, while the other nobles stood around with wine glasses, waiting for Bing to speak. 】

Binghe spread out the map and said, "Guys, according to my plan, I need to build a railway here. This railroad will connect your realm with my Gunflame clan's realm, here. ”

Binghe pointed his finger at the city of the Gunflame family's territory on the edge of the Black Sea.

Binghe raised his head and said: We will establish a grain exchange to facilitate all of us to conduct commercial trading of grain. ”

Bing Kernel briefly introduced his plan. -- Controlling the exchange of industrial and agricultural commodities and raw materials through the construction of exchanges. This kind of establishment of a financial center is to directly construct a market price balance.

On this price scale, the price of the industrial products of the Gun Flame Industry Alliance was raised, and the value of the raw materials of these pastoral nobles was lowered on the price scale.

And such an unfair scissors difference, in the industrial age, everyone must play according to the rules of the game.

[And the industrial age must need a financial center, because a financial center is essentially a center of credit.] Bulk trades must be guaranteed by the creditworthiness of the exchange. 】

The industrial era of wealth production is far greater than that of the agricultural era, and it is by no means comparable to the bazaars of the past, and the industrial age also represents the cooperation between a large number of industrial links. cooperation in business, which has to provide a fair yardstick.

If there is not enough credibility, it means that agricultural producers can give old grain, and industrial suppliers will not be punished for giving inferior agricultural machinery and fertilizers. This is a fatal risk in a large transaction, and a single transaction failure is enough to break the capital chain of a certain producer and completely bankrupt.

Looking back at the history of the earth, before World War I, Europe's ability to interfere in the world was limited, and its financial reputation had to rely on gold's natural value preservation properties to establish a gold standard.

After World War II, the Beacon of Liberty had a first-class global intervention capability. By repeatedly demonstrating the ability and determination to project military projects in the Gulf in the Middle East, it is entirely possible to establish a global financial center based on the country's credibility.

This kind of credibility has been built up since World War II for its dominance in the global technology war. It was unshakable before World War III.

Coming back to the present, Binghe now has a certain credibility base, but it is not yet able to support the operation of this capitalist method.

After the banquet, a number of nobles expressed their intention to cooperate, but after confirming that the meeting of the Gun Flame Family was not to accept vassals serving the Knight Family, only six of these minor nobles signed a long-term cooperation contract with the Gun Flame Industry Alliance for economic interests.

After the banquet.

Binghe's diary: 1030 in the steam calendar, March 25, everything is not going well. All long-term plans have been disrupted by reality. But I'm not going to default to the current situation.