In the case of underdeveloped information, if it is chosen by a young man who is fifteen or sixteen years old and does not know anything, he is afraid that any chaos will make trouble.

However, the elder Iza is nearly sixty years old, marries a young wife, and the other party is also an elder, everything is much simpler and freer. After the two met, they didn't hold hands, but just walked along the spacious stone road and chatted, continuing the topic of the last time, or business operations or doctrinal classics, which felt like an interview in a big company. And all Bai Yang's responses are still only a slightly passing evaluation in Old Iza's heart, which is completely in line with the level of knowledge and cognition of a businesswoman's daughter.

Then he took the carriage to the drama theater in the artisan district, and watched a scene of mutual help and harmony between the gods' pet beasts and the believers, and on top of the following lunch, old Iza finally asked a slightly 'superordinate' question after a moment's consideration.

"When this man is old, he can't see his children suffering. If our only child were an adult and wanted to go into a holy war to defeat the infidels, would you agree?"

Last night's events had an impact on my heart again, old Iza was completely fed up with those devout disciples like madmen, if this little girl in the white sun was also a big son, it would be okay not to marry. But in such an environment where piety is the first moral criterion, it is really difficult to ask this question directly.

This embarrassment is probably equivalent to the Cold War, when people in a certain camp wanted to find a latent dissident in their own country who had the same 'slightly deviated thinking' as themselves.

"Of course not, in the long run, more believers will be better able to serve God, right?"

Old Iza nodded, although he was very satisfied with this answer, that is, he kept the family blood and took care of the faith, but he still felt weird. "My eldest son is a very devout believer, and he is a little difficult to get along with in life because of this, you don't mind. ”

"Of course not, I like to spend most time with the faithful. There was a strange tremor in Bai Yang's voice.

Old Izza's eyebrows jumped sharply, as if he saw a very distorted but sickly excited smile, and when he blinked his somewhat cloudy eyes to confirm, the girl Bai Yang opposite was still that restrained and elegant, and he bowed his head to eat in small sips, and there seemed to be no problem.

Under the habit of being cautious and cautious for many years, old Iza kept the momentary sense of disobedience in mind, then shook his head slightly to get rid of the unreasonable illusion, and changed the topic by talking about the recent business problems in a casual tone.

"Speaking of which, because of the drop in the price of cloth, many adults in the slums have changed into new clothes, and many children have old clothes to wear, and they no longer run around naked, so I really want to thank you textile millers. The girl Bai Yang raised her head and praised with a very sincere expression, as if she was a saint who took pity on the suffering of the people.

In this way, the loss of money during this period can be regarded as some comfort. The elder Iza forced a smile, but added, "Of course, it would be better if you could do something for the poor believers without losing money." This can be regarded as a clear position in disguise, saving this little girl from really thinking that she is a good person, and then making some messy Wei Guangzheng things to cater to, which will make both parties embarrassed.

To the satisfaction of old Iza, the girl Bai Yang obviously understood this meaning, and pulled the topic back to business, focusing on why he lost money and lowered prices, and no longer mentioned the slight changes in the group of ordinary people in the slums.

And the old Iza here is accustomed to pouring bitter water, comparing the textile workshop to a few grasshoppers tied to a rope, as long as the price of one is reduced, others can't run, otherwise it won't be sold. It wasn't until a set of coherent recitations was finished that I remembered that it was not those young pastors who came to collect taxes in front of me, and it was useless to complain and a little down, so I coughed a few times in embarrassment, and continued: "But according to my inquiry, this price reduction is not a change in the workshop, but a better textile machine design, hey~, something that has not changed for more than 100 years, it is really a shame for them to spend their efforts to ponder." What's even more infuriating is that it also made them get the result. ”

For the group of magicians and craftsmen in Grace City, information is not closed, after all, there is space to transmit magic and it is concentrated in several artisan areas. It's not surprising that innovations from all walks of life are uncommon, but they are occasionally heard of.

The little woman has a method, but I don't know if it will work. The girl Bai Yang hesitated and said: "When we are doing business, although everyone is in a group, they are doing business separately, and there will be similar situations. Before entering the city, the village, several merchants with similar goods will hold a small meeting to negotiate the price to avoid unnecessary losses, and those who dare to reduce the price without authorization will be kicked out of the trade group. ”

Old XY has been in business for many years, and there are still business partners in the business, and he has known this for a long time, but he still listened patiently, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and shook his head: "This doesn't work, we can't kick out the city of people who cut prices without permission." ”

"So how about we improve the textile machines as well?"

Old Iza's smile remained unchanged, but in his heart he was both awkward and happy with this 'we', "This is not easy to say, the structure of those mechanical parts is not something that can be solved by magic alone." ”

The girl Bai Yang looked left and right, and said in a low voice: "There is news, I don't know whether to talk about it or not." ”

"Oh?"

"When our group of traders was passing through West Manchester City this winter, we heard that cheaper cloth was available for sale at Fort Kendinginen. "In Divine Grace City, it is also a taboo to talk about the other two major forces on the mainland.

Old Iza was stunned for a few seconds before he roughly understood the meaning of this message. The Kentinin Fortress is a military town with only a few weapons repair workshops, no textile industry, and to the west is the union of the kingdoms of evil magicians. In other words, if this news is accurate, the United Kingdom will have cheaper cloth, that is, more efficient production machinery and transportation channels, and gradually erode the market here. Grace City will not be affected for the time being, but some business partners who sell far west are not expected to come to buy again. All kinds of thoughts and assumptions came to my mind, and I couldn't help but ask, "What is the specific price?"

"I'm sorry, but I just happened to hear my father and a few companions mention it, and I didn't know much more. However, I asked the merchant team that had recently arrived from the west, and the results should be obtained. The girl Bai Yang suggested.

In such a world with a clear hierarchy due to the number of magic rings, ordinary people and top-level magicians can be said to live in two environments, one side is a half-slave and semi-feudal society, and the other side lives in an 'Internet' world where couriers and letters arrive in seconds. An eight-ring qi magician can complete a trip across half a continent in half a day, relying on the mage tower or temple system, while ordinary people may not be able to go to a provincial-level administrative region in a lifetime.

In other words, a business with the people at the bottom as its customer group is not a good business, and the more remote it is, the harder it will be, and the profits will barely make ends meet. Finding a trader who took the remote route of the Kentining Fortress and got accurate information was not so easy in this huge city of divine grace.

"That's really bad news. Old Iza sighed.

"I mean, since those evil magicians can do it, there's no reason we can't. The girl Bai Yang put down the spoon, wiped the corners of her mouth, and encouraged: "Please don't give up lightly, Lord Iza." “

Old Iza was attracted by the slightly curved corners of the girl's mouth, and couldn't take his eyes off it for a while. Then it was as if I had returned to my youth, and my long dried heart had already dried up with a burst of ambition from nowhere, and I only felt that it might not be so difficult to improve the textile machine, but I had never worked it.

After a pleasant lunch was over, after returning the girl, old Iza was silently counting the recent religious activities in his heart, wanting to find a day from the gap and marry the girl Baiyang into the house. When I returned to my workshop, everyone was really talking about the bookkeeper who was 'absent from work for no reason'. Old Iza's face was not red and his heart was not flustered, and after making sure that he had not lost anything from his second son, he ordered the coolies, if they saw the man in the slum, to urge him to come back and do his work quickly, for a maximum of three days.

A few coolies knelt on the ground and praised Lord Iza's kindness.

The matter came to an end, and old Iza once again turned over the drawings of the loom and looked at them carefully, and then the more he looked at them, the more dizzy he became, and when the bell rang, he smashed his head on the table, and fell asleep with his head unconsciously.

Scolded the two workshop owners who took the lead in reducing the price again, sorted out the drawings and hid them, had dinner with the family, returned to the bedroom, and faced the second wife with a wrinkled face, and told the plan to marry the girl Bai Yang in the near future. Of course, the second wife was not happy, but she still said something considerate and understanding, according to the canon, this is completely the freedom of the husband, and since the death of the eldest wife, she has been favored alone, and how many sisters are envied in the circle of the lady of the craftsman district, she should be content. But that night, the second wife still lay with her back to each other and didn't say a word again.

Three days later, there was still no progress on the drawings, and the bookkeeper was not surprised to hear from him. Old Iza pretended to send someone to the slums to find Jossa.

"What do you always command?" said Josah, nodding and smiling flatteringly as he entered.

"Let's introduce a bookkeeper who can do arithmetic. ”

"The price is the same?" Josa didn't ask much about the original goods.

"Hmm. Old Iza nodded, and wanted to remind him not to introduce another pious madman, but it was really difficult to speak, and he turned his mind and added: "How many candidates do you have, I'll listen to them." ”

Josa was stunned, when did this old man care about the situation of ordinary people, so he could only shake his head and smile bitterly: "Being able to count is also a skill, which is different from those laborers, and it is not easy to find in the slums." I only have a fifteen-year-old little guy named Jim now. If you want to pick one, I'll ask again, I don't know what specific requirements you have?"

Old Iza, fifteen-year-old, may not be so religious, and even if he is religious, he is just a little child, and it is better to fiddle. "That's it, Jim. ”

However, the next day, when old Izza saw Jim, he frowned slightly, and the young man was actually dressed in a formal suit that he wore only when he was fasting. The green robe and bandana, if it weren't for the white hair and patches after washing, it would be just a younger son, which is not likely. Turning to Josah, he asked, "Did he have relatives who had died?"

Josa heard the hint of dissatisfaction and quickly explained with a smile: "It's not that he fasts in mourning, but that this little child demands himself in a state of fasting every day, which is a kind of pious practice." ”

The corners of Old Iza's mouth twitched, this was actually a pit better than the eldest son, and he was unlucky in the secret way, so he made up his mind to stop it at the door. However, it backfired, no matter how complicated the calculations proposed by the old Iza, the young man actually only calculated by mind to get the results, but the old Iza was busy checking the calculations to know whether the results were correct or not.

Looking at Jossa's cheap smile when he invited merit, and the laughter of his second son when he picked up the treasure, Old Iza was even more unhappy, MD, I still can't believe it's hard for you!

Kicking Josa out of the ledger, he pulled out a partial drawing of a loom, "Look at this, do you know what it is?"

Jim glanced at it and shook his head. "Back to the honorable Lord Iza, I don't know. ”

"There's a little mistake on this, pick it out and you'll pass it. Old Iza said unhurriedly, and at the same time stared at the second son who wanted to speak.

"But Dear Lord Iza, I don't understand this. ”

"I'll teach you. The second son finally couldn't bear to be so harassed by the young man, but he didn't want to disobey his father, adding: "Three days to teach you to read pictures, and another three days to find out the 'mistakes'." But if you don't pay for it, it's tuition, after all, if you can read drawings, it's better to find something to do than to do math. ”

Old Iza snorted coldly and threw his sleeves out of the door.

"Thank you, Dear Lord Aliba!" said Jim, kneeling and kowtowing in thanks, even with a grateful cry in his voice.

There is no mistake in the drawings, this Jim must get out, so the bookkeeper still needs to make up for this shortage, and the old Iza, who went out, told Josa to continue looking for someone.

"This ......"

Old Iza glared, and Josa swallowed the second half of his words in a playful manner, "The little one will go." Then he turned and ran out the door.

But three days passed, and the elder Iza did not wait for Jossa, first angrily determined that he had to teach him a lesson, then doubts, and then learned from several laborers from the slums that Josa had been found dead in a stinking ditch two days earlier. The slums were so chaotic that people would die for half a mouthful of food, and old XY didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but he was thinking about finding another broker, and he had to endure the sight-sassy fasting boy for a few more days.

But when, three days later, the fasting boy named Jim really found a little fault in the drawings and proposed a plan to improve it, old XY's eyes widened, and then he decided to endure it for the sake of this workshop. After all, a believer in Allure - the eldest son is forbearance, and two devout believers are also forbearance.