Seeing the group of merchants' eyes glow, Stannis knew they had taken the bait.

"Actually, I originally wanted to build the dock by myself, so that all the money I made would go to me. But I thought, "Do you have any money to make?" So I asked Albert to call you and hope that you would donate money, no, you should call for shares! I calculated that it would take 4,000 gold coins to restore the wharf to use, and I would sell the land and workers as half of my shares. You can discuss the remaining half of the shares yourself, and you have to scrape together 4,000 for me anyway. Of course, as a shareholder, you will definitely get benefits from this newly built wharf, such as allowing your ship to dock first, giving priority to hiring sailors to replenish supplies, and distributing dividends according to shares at the end of the year, in short, you can discuss these trivial matters yourself!"

Stannis pretended not to care and waved his hand, in fact, his heart was about to die of nervousness, the real situation was that now he was about to be poor and almost pants, so he could only use this method to try to raise the funds needed to rebuild the dock first. Originally, I thought that I would rely on my own group of bloodless guys to scare him by wielding swords and swords, but I didn't expect that as soon as my words fell, those businessmen rushed towards him, and everyone rushed to buy shares.

Of course, these merchants were not stupid, although they knew that this might be an excuse for the lord to take advantage of it, but they only needed to pay a few hundred gold coins to continue to do business in the largest market in the region, and they wished they could 'take a stake' a few more times, as if they were paying protection money. As for the docks, it would be better if they could really be put into use as he said!

Stanis found that power was a good thing, and the merchants in front of him showed their loyalty, and everyone wanted to go the extra mile to make a good impression on the lord, not even a paper contract, and in the end, the port was divided into half shares, and each other merchant contributed 10% and 5% of the shares.

In this way, without paying a penny, Stannis collected all the 4,000 gold coins needed to build the port.

Maester Romon had never seen so much money in the vault, boxes of gold and silver being carried into it, and the Justinian family had not been so generous in a long time.

However, before the official construction of the dock money, the lord has one more thing that needs to be attended urgently.

The most ambitious project in the territory to date has finally been completed.

Standing at the end of the newly repaired path, Stannis asked Robert and Korodov to pull up a red belt once more, while he happily picked up his sword and cut it off.

Then there were a few sparse applause from the onlookers.

Today is the day when the north-south road connecting Ziverny is finally opened to traffic, although it is a road, it is actually just a two-horse carriage wide country road paved with a gravel road that can walk a little person, but even so, compared to the muddy road that relies on people to step on in other territories, it is simply a cloud and mud difference.

With thousands of gold coins and a month's worth of work put into it, Stannis looked at one of his biggest achievements so far, and felt that if he hung up immediately, he would be able to leave a title in history: Stannis, the Pathbuilder of the East.

Just when he was still immersed in a huge sense of accomplishment and couldn't extricate himself, a disappointing voice came from beside him.

"I said, sir, have you had enough! We're still waiting to get the goods to the market!"

Because Stennis had to hold a completion ceremony before the new road was opened, and the old road next to the new road was also blocked, so that no cars could pass from the morning onwards, and the horse-drawn carriages and pedestrians were jammed enough to stretch for miles, causing the people on the road to complain.

Stannis gave them a blank look, "A bunch of hillbillies, I really don't know the importance of rituals!"

With that, he flashed aside, and the first carriage slowly walked up the new road, the iron tires crackling against the gravel, and the lord who listened to it gave goosebumps of joy all over his body.

After today, Zivine's road transportation speed has gained a +100% bonus, and many business travelers who didn't have to go from here have also deliberately detoured, of course, they will be attracted by the market to stay and do business, and traffic is also the best thing to promote themselves in this era.

After solving the problem of overland transportation, Stannis turned his attention to the port, because the Comby River freezes every winter, so he hopes to be able to repair the dock before the river freezes, and when the lake melts in the spring next year, it can be put into use.

The ten largest merchants in the market, after the last summons, had already sent in turn the gold coins needed for the construction of the port, although only half of them were paid in advance, but it was enough for two thousand gold coins, and Stannis had them poured into the bathtub and swim in the sea of gold himself.

The construction of the port was gradual, and Stennis was not stupid enough to put all this money in the vault. It took a lot of money to settle the new peasants, and three new villages were built, all of them next to the three forks of the Dir family, which Stannis had inspected, and there were large alluvial plains, with soil as fertile as the banks of the Nile, which could be used to grow great bonuses for food, and the warm banks of the river could grow potatoes and sugar beets even in winter.

After working day and night to put the army into construction, the three villages gradually took shape, and Stannis asked Robert to use his brains to choose a name, and he really hated the complicated and tongue-twisting names of the Western Continent.

Soon, the more than 2,000 people he brought back were living in the village, and at the same time scrambled to store enough firewood before winter came.

Before the first snow of winter fell on the Western Continent, all of Zivignie's farmers had their own houses to protect themselves from the wind and cold.

"It's so cold!" Stannis sat in front of the fireplace wrapped in sheets and shivered, how could he endure this kind of low temperature similar to that of the northeast of his motherland, because there was no glass or curtains on the windows of the castle to block it, causing the north wind to drill in without any scruples, and Stannis had already woken up from his sleep more than once, which also caused his memory trip to be interrupted.

Now Stannis couldn't leave the fireplace and the warm flame, but even then he felt cold on his limbs.

"Is there anyone making a hot water bottle for me to cover my hands, and a hot water bottle will do!" Stannis, who was too cold to stand it, asked his men for help.

But no one responded to him, because everyone had something on their hands right now.

"Damn, I can't even solve a small problem if I still pay you a salary!" Stannis grumbled and wrapped the quilt tighter.