The Duke of Motmar was a stranger to Versailles, although he also had a prestigious title, but for Henry IV and Louis XIII, Motemar was not an impressive surname, he was not invited here, but he still heard of Versailles, and he was a little curious about everything here, but not so surprised, because he had never seen Versailles as it was.

Compared to the Duke of Motmar, Elelius's mood was much more complicated, this ambitious young man was certainly not unfamiliar with Versailles, this was one of Louis XIII's favorite hunting places, because it had the favor of the king, so it had to be "cleaned up" frequently, so that the dignitaries would not be disturbed- At that time, there was only a small building, surrounded by scattered farmhouses and inns, and the people here almost all relied on the nobles who followed the king to Versailles to hunt, and there was no continuous and long work, how to say, Versailles at that time was very much like a theater, when the king came, it was vigorous and full of good shows, and when the king was gone- The sturdy hounds, the beautiful horses, the graceful knights and the beautiful ladies, all at once vanished as if they were a set on the stage, revealing the broken slabs and bricks below, which was even more ridiculously miserable than the usual desolation of other places.

Now, from the Boulevard of the Hunt (that is, the road from Paris to the town of Versailles) The road to the palace had been renovated, and the pavement that was large enough for four knights to walk side by side was a new material developed on the basis of ancient Roman cement, and the surface was covered with fine stones, and the wheels of the carriage could not cause any damage to it, and even the horses' hooves could only leave a light white mark, and Elarius even reached out and touched them, making sure that they were as hard as stones, and that the road to be repaired in this way with materials must have been costly and labor-intensive, but Elehous quickly thought of the homeless people who had followed the king all the way to Versailles...... Although the king gave them seedlings of wheat and potatoes, even potatoes could not be harvested until four months later, and it was impossible to wait for a hundred and twenty days on an empty stomach.

Almost the next moment, Elelius's suspicion was confirmed, for there were men who were repairing a narrow path, which was narrow enough for two knights to pass opposite each other, and that it was reaching out into a forest of thorns, where, if Elelius remembered correctly, had executed a pathetic Nophile—and as he had gone along, the workers had spotted him, and when they saw Elarius's black robe, they were at once in awe, and immediately took off their hats and put them on their chests.

"What are you doing?" asked Elarius.

"We're building roads, priest. The leader replied respectfully.

"But isn't it the one that leads to the Thorn Forest?"

"There is no thorn forest left," replied the man, "we have managed to burn all the thorns there, and now it is a potato field." ”

"Oh," cried Elelius, "by God's blessing, have you begun to plant?"

"Why," said the worker, perhaps also a peasant, triumphantly, "the potatoes have even been harvested once, and now the king's officials have told us that we can continue to grow peanuts." ”

"Peanuts?"

"It's a novelty," said the man, "Sir, swear to Our Lady that I would never grow it if it weren't for the king's love of eating it, but they all say that it was given to St. Francis by the angels, and that it is a very good fruit, to be eaten, and to be used to extract oil, like the olive fruit that is born in the ground." ”

When he said this, Elius wondered, "What kind of fruit is that?" He put his hand into his purse, and then took out a large eju and handed it to the peasant, and he was immediately happy, "well, Master Priest," he said, "it is not easy, but I do leave some seeds at home that do not germinate," and he gave the tools to the others, and ran home as if he were flying— It may have been very close, for he had returned almost in an instant, and in the tightened sack there might have been only four or five nuts that looked unsightly and not plump, and which looked more like they had borne in a tree, but which, as the farmer had said, was born in the ground, like potatoes.

And what the man said about the so-called seeds that do not germinate is probably nonsense, because the seeds inside these fruits are still very fresh and vigorous when they are broken, and Elelius takes a bite of it, in exchange for a few disapproving glances: "Don't do that," said Elelius, "don't you hear that this is a fruit that the king also likes?"

"That king liked so many things. One monk couldn't help but say.

"Then people have to be willing to believe him. Ilarius said that they had heard and looked into the potato as well, for the fruit had been associated with the devil, but it had proved to be not only unrelated to the devil, but also delicious, and that it could replace bread with enough fat or meat to accompany it—of course, if there was nothing at all, with a little salt, there was nothing to blame for the taste of this soft and filling thing, and it did take less time to harvest than wheat or beans.

As for Peanut, the king was no longer even pretty, and the people of Versailles were almost all his loyal people, and as long as there was his edict, everyone would do as he wished.

Elelius walked along the road—not so bad, not so bad, at least almost all of Versailles before it—to put it simply, a path formed naturally by the feet of the people after many times of treading on the weeds and wasteland, still overgrown with grass and thorns on both sides.

After crossing a low hill, it suddenly became clear to everyone—an artificial plain, the charred black earth showed that it had indeed been burned, and at the edge of the cultivated land, next to the dense forest, was a row of huts as gray and rough as the road, which looked almost like a few planks of wood, but with small windows and rudimentary wooden doors, and when they got closer, they realized that this was indeed a "board", but not a formwork, but a cement board.

Seriously, these rooms were ugly, small, dark, boxy like a box, but they were the kind that Elarius had hoped for—warm, inaccessible to wind and snow, dry and impermeable to rain, sturdy, not to worry about wild beasts breaking in, and not to be surrounded by flames when waking up...... He smiled, and saw some people coming out of the house, some of the lowliest, some of the lowliest, who bowed their heads in fear, unlike the peasants they had met before, who did not even have the courage to call out to the priest.

But Elehos heard the baby's cry.

That's enough.

He turned away, and along the way he saw more people, and interestingly, they were almost distinct, the king did not hastily put the former exiles with the poor whom he had recruited from Paris, their settlements and jobs were different, the exiles were almost all sent to clear the land and grow potatoes, and most of the poor people of Paris were busy building roads, palaces, and their own houses.

When Elarius came to the palace, he saw a large group of well-dressed gentlemen, but apparently timid, gathered in the courtyard, and he inquired about a musketeer, who told him that they were the accompanying merchants, and that they had come to meet the king.

It was an honour and a great deal of fear for the ordinary merchants to be allowed to see the king, who dressed them up as decently as possible, and bribed their chamberlains and ministers to advise them on how they could not be too rude when they met the king, though Louis did not care.

The merchants were summoned one by one, and some of them, perhaps out of nervousness or fear, could not utter even the simplest greeting, and the king could only smile a little, and then the attendants led them down, the best of whom was also trembling in his voice, his face was red, and his knees were shaking desperately, so that the king could not help but worry about his health.

Louis remembered Colbert, the young merchant who had been guarding the door for him when he first met the king, but by the time the king summoned him, he was able to analyze and guess Louis's intentions with great calm, and as soon as Louis's voice was heard, he gave his proposal almost immediately, and for this alone, he did not know how much sharper he was than these merchants— Thinking of this, the king almost wanted to dance happily, after all, Colbert could be said to be the first person he had personally promoted, and he did not live up to the king's expectations of him.

It was only when the last merchant had been taken out that Louis stretched out, and in Bonton's helpless eyes, he glanced at the faithful first attendant, "There will be no more," he said, "You know, Bonton, I need money." ”

"You can borrow it from Mr. Bishop or the Queen Mother, Your Majesty. Bang Tang said.

"I owe them hundreds of thousands of miles," Louis said, "and they may not be able to afford the follow-up, Bontang." ”

"But what are you going to do?" asked Bontang, puzzled, "if you were to settle these outcasts, wouldn't they already be in Versailles?"

The king smiled: "Not enough, not enough, Bang Tang, not enough at all." ”

How many people are there? The king looked out the window, thousands, or tens of thousands, but how many were there in France? He was a greedy man, and he wished, everywhere he saw, and where he could not see, his people, really, willing to be loyal to his people with their lives and honor.

He was both king of Paris and France, or......

of this world.