No one could stop Wren's will anymore, and all those who stood in the way went to see the old fellow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Presumably the old guy will not like these scoundrels and scumbags, they may give the kingdom of God to the black miasma of Huohuo. Regardless of what happened after these guys ascended to heaven and went to the kingdom of God, there was no one in Ortrenburg who could stop any of Wren's decrees, and he had done what many of his predecessors couldn't.

This doesn't necessarily mean that Wren is smarter and more capable than others, it's just that the talent tree he points has a higher bonus to these things.

There are two ways to issue government decrees in this world, the first bulletin board has a bulletin board at the entrance of each block, and the town hall will post the latest developments and policies on the bulletin board for everyone to see. There is also a way to convey it to a popular squire through the council chamber. In this world, it may not be appropriate to use a squire, but a villain and a wealthy merchant are more suitable. They would relay what they heard to the inhabitants of their territory, but many times the decrees and policies changed strangely after they passed their dictation.

"Let Jean, let Jean, let Daddy Ter come in. Early in the morning, the bulletin board was crowded with illiterate residents, and Ortlenburg was probably the only place in the Orlando Empire that did not have an Imperial Foundation College, and the literacy rate here was outrageously low. In fact, it is not surprising that Ortlenburg was originally founded as a war staging point, starting with a camp around a wooden fence, gradually building a military fortress, and eventually expanding into a city.

The old men probably didn't plan to arrange immigration here at the beginning of its establishment, and when the war was over, they would tear it down, or use it as a military camp. It's just that no one thought that the Byron Empire, which took advantage of the fire and robbery, had not yet taken advantage of the civil strife in Orlando, and the civil strife was quickly quelled. After a confrontation in the Weimar Corridor for some time, the two sides realized that it would not be beneficial for either side to continue like this, so they fought hard and then stopped.

The old man went home in high spirits, ignoring some of the city's infrastructure, including the most important college.

Daddy Terr was a man who was drafted during the last war, his hometown was not here, he went to school when he was young, and he knew how to read. He stroked his gray goatee and squeezed in the aisle of the crowd. Squinted eyes approached the bulletin board, lips slightly open and closed, and it took a moment to read the entire bulletin. He pouted, looked around at the neighbors and half-baked passers-by, and then pondered and said, "The lord of the city has decided to repair the whole city, and for this purpose it is necessary to requisition the people, thirty-five copper coins a day, and a lunch. ”

The crowd boiled, it was really not easy to find a good livelihood in Ortrenburg these days, everyone often had a meal, and the work they did was to be a man, a helper or something, helping those merchants to transport materials back and forth. There are some people who have cultivated farmland outside the city, and they can only say that they are better than others. Sometimes Wren is curious, in such a deformed city, the local financial order has not collapsed, which is enough.

"Daddy, is there really thirty-five copper coins a day for a meal?"

Daddy nodded, raised his hand and pointed to the bulletin board and said, "That's exactly what it says, and this paid expropriation will continue until the city is repaired, at least a few months or more." ”

Thirty-five copper coins plus a full meal are worth between forty and fifty copper coins, which is more than one silver coin a month!

Immediately, some people were moved, and they couldn't wait to ask: "Do you really give money?

Dad was speechless, how did he know if he would really give money, whether he would repay the debt, but under the slightest intolerance for others to question his vanity, he said with certainty: "There is the seal of the city lord's mansion on it, as well as the city lord's signature and badge, the old men are all face-loving people, and they will definitely not repay the debt!", after saying this, the father himself was a little moved.

"So what are you waiting for?", the young people rubbed their hands, "where to sign up?"

"Outside the City Lord's Mansion!"

There was already a crowd of people outside the City Lord's Mansion, but it was not noisy, and Wren was just like that, and the voices of the people were three points lower. Since the issuance of the perverted decree of the aristocracy's death ransom, ordinary people have a strong desire for the aristocratic class while fearing the aristocracy.

Looking at Wren's eyes, they were full of awe, and they were also full of something different.

The city has been silent for too long, like a piece of delicious veal, which will always rot and stench after a long time. People live in this stench called despair, and over time they have forgotten what a normal life should be, and now, a city lord named Wren suddenly appears, and he wants to take everyone to create a new life, a new world. People are eager and afraid.

There is no one who does not like beautiful things, just as all people yearn for light, but they are equally afraid, afraid of the shattering of dreams, afraid of the sun setting.

Richard changed into a long-sleeved garment, the temperature had dropped to twelve or thirteen degrees, and the old and infirm wore two, three, or even more cotton coats to resist the cold, and he used his own fat to accomplish this task. He kept looking at the account books, and the tax officer, who had never seen a lot of money, was hurting at this moment. The cuties turned into a pile of copper coins that smelled of copper and were handed out, and he even became miserable to breathe.

The money ...... and the money ...... It's all money!

The stonemason of the City Lord's Mansion was singled out by Wren and appointed as the construction officer to preside over the city repair project. It's a huge project, and there are so many things involved that it can't be supervised by one person. Wren didn't know how to build, so he didn't hesitate to delegate power and let the stonemasons of the City Lord's Mansion become one of the stewards of the City Lord's Mansion and one of the managers of the city.

The forty-year-old stonemason's face was red, and he also held a ledger and stood a little behind Wren's side, which was the most memorable moment of glory in his life.

"My lord, I did a simple calculation, if I want to renovate the roads of the whole city, I will probably need ...... More than 20,000 square stones. After he finished speaking, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the stone is actually worthless, and the value is in the cost of transportation. It was not a big deal when Ortlenburg was built for war, for national mobilization, and to bring about this with the power of one nation. But to do it alone with the power of the City Lord's Mansion is a bit inadequate.

Wren simply memorized a number, 20,000 square meters, "How much?"

"The price of an ordinary stone is about two hundred copper coins, and the better one costs three hundred copper ......coins," the new construction official could not finish his words before he could be interrupted by Wren, "Use good stones." ”

The construction officer hurriedly wrote and painted, "It will cost about more than a hundred gold coins, and I think one hundred and fifty gold coins should be enough." ”

Wren frowned, he didn't calculate carefully, according to the stonemason, no, it was the construction officer, this number should only be around sixty gold coins. As if sensing Wren's doubts, the construction officer immediately added: "After the stone is pulled, we need to cut it, and the way the magic array cuts will consume some Tiberium spars, and there may be scrap, so I increased the budget. ”

Wren looked at Richard again, "Arrange the relevant transportation and operation as soon as possible, and ask the Chamber of Commerce if there is anything unclear." ”

Richard could only nod his head, he was a tax collector, a privileged class! However, to be able to run errands for a big man, the identity of a tax officer is inconspicuous.

"Now there is a lot to be done, this is my chance, and this is your chance. There is a saying that you may not have heard of, which means that once a person has attained a very high status and power, then the people around him will also obtain many unimaginable benefits as his status changes. Even a dog, a chicken, will become extremely noble. Wren explained in plain language what is called the ascension of chickens and dogs, there are really not many useful and useful people around him, and the biggest shortcoming now is the problem of talent.

He was not afraid to make promises, because if they were to be fulfilled successfully, he would have to be the one who had attained a higher status and power first.

"Richard, don't do the tax matters for the time being, find someone who is handy to help you put the framework up first, and I will leave you the position of treasurer of the City Lord's Mansion, I believe you can do it." ”

Richard was shocked, the flesh on his face trembled, and a wave of **** waves fluctuated along his chin to his chest and abdomen, and finally spread to his whole body, and the whole person was like a wave standing up! He was not a nobleman, just an inconspicuous tax officer, maybe even the superiors in the imperial capital had forgotten his existence. He pledged his allegiance to Wren, which was also a helpless move, but he didn't expect happiness to come so quickly!

The treasurer of the City Lord's Mansion seems to be subordinate to the City Lord's Mansion Council, and the vast majority of the people who can actually hold these positions are the City Lord's retainers, and they are their own people!

Only one person's aristocrat can never become a big noble, and only a nobleman with countless small nobles can become a big noble. Where did the petty nobles come from? Aren't they chosen from among their retainers?

Richard immediately patted the two Roshan on his chest and played the package ticket.

At the same time, in the capital of the province of Bell, in the city of Mirin, known as the Pearl of the Bell, the governor of the province of Bell, Joberg, looked at the information reported by his intelligence department, and his face was cloudy.

As the governor of a province, with eleven cities in charge and millions of lives, Joberg naturally has the ability and skill to win the trust of the royal family. He was not only one of the counts of the empire, but also the eldest uncle of the Seven Princes. It stands to reason that with his background and status, he can be said to be unscrupulous in Bell Province, although it was true before. But when he met the golden nobleman with the surname Rennes Alcania, it was different.

The status of the gold aristocracy goes beyond the ordinary sense of the nobility, and in a way, the gold nobility has the title of substitute for the royal family. Once the nobles believe that the current royal family cannot manage the country better, they may overthrow the royal family and then pick a line from the golden noble blood to inherit the throne. Of course, who will inherit the throne is naturally related to the size of the fist, but Wren's identity and status cannot be ignored.

When Wren first arrived in Ortlenburg, Joberg still wanted to see this guy's jokes, but he didn't expect that in just over a month, all the stumbling blocks in Ortlenburg were easily kicked away by this young man, who not only grasped the real power of Ortlenburg, but also began to interfere in some things in Bell Province.

The most hateful thing is that he reported everything that happened here to His Majesty the Emperor, hoping that His Majesty the Emperor would take care of this thing, but what he didn't expect at all was that His Majesty the Emperor seemed to be very concerned about some of Wren's practices?

It's all special code or something!

Joberg grabbed the inkwell in front of him and threw it out, and the exquisite camel hair carpet was suddenly blackened by ink, and the carpet, which cost ten gold coins, was also scrapped, but it could not exchange Joberg with even a trace of pleasure.

No, we can't let him mess around like this again, otherwise it will definitely cause bigger problems!

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