When you open the warehouse door, you feel like you've entered a new world. All kinds of farm tools were neatly arranged and piled up all over the room.

"Your Excellency, please feel free to choose, here are only a few of them. If you're not satisfied, there are other styles of farming tools in the back. ”

Hudson pretended not to care.

In fact, there are not so many types of farming tools that seem to be diverse. There are so many different styles, mainly by different craftsmen.

In order to provide customers with diversified services, Hudson did not engage in standardized production. After all, it's all handmade, and a unified system is also a hassle.

Due to the need for differentiated pricing, there is also a slight difference in the price of the same product from different craftsmen.

Of course, there is not much gap in price, not because Hudson's marketing methods are not good, the main thing is that these commodities are ordinary agricultural tools and do not have the ability to pay a high premium.

An embarrassing scene appeared, looking at the various farm tools in front of him, Baron Kate came and didn't know how to do it at all.

Let him choose the weapon, that can definitely be said to be the truth, and all weapons can be professionally reviewed. However, the selection of agricultural tools is obviously an over-the-top exam question, and it has never been within the scope of his knowledge reserve.

originally thought that there were only a few kinds of farm tools, and they could be bought directly, and Baron Katelai, who didn't put much effort into it, is now entangled.

Go back and bring the old farmer over to choose?

No, wouldn't that be the great Kate Baron, who is not even as good as a lowly serf!

Looking at the prices marked on each farm tool, Baron Kate Lai, breathed a sigh of relief. Although I don't know how much this price has been raised, it is really not high in terms of unit price.

In the case of a plough, for example, the cheapest one costs only 3.5 silver coins, and the most expensive one is only 8 silver coins. The main factor that determines the price of a plough is not the shape of the process, but its weight.

Of course, all the tools stored here are small farm tools, the kind of big guy pulled by eight oxen, which cannot be bought for a few silver coins.

Baron Kate was not given the big farm tools because he didn't have enough cattle in his domain, and he was driven by manpower, and the big farm tools were useless.

Picking up a farm tool and weighing it, Baron Kate frowned and said, "Baron Hudson, the toughness of these farm tools is really poor, and the sharpness is not enough. Can't you choose the best iron and build it? ”

Hearing the most amateurish picking, Hudson rolled his eyes directly. Take the finest iron casting farm tools, I'm afraid I want to go to heaven.

"If you can afford to triple the price, I don't mind casting it with fine iron. It's just that it's too extravagant, farm tools are just farm tools after all, and the performance requirements are far less high than weapons.

The performance of these agricultural tools is completely sufficient in daily farming. If the quality is improved, it will not be a farm tool, but a weapon. ”

The customer is the lord of the dawn, and in theory, Hudson would not refuse any reasonable request from the customer, provided that the money is paid.

As long as he is willing to add money, Hudson can let his subordinates cast the same level of agricultural tools as his weapons and equipment.

As for wanting to buy farm tools and go back to smelting and casting weapons through the price gap, it is simply a dream.

It's not Hudson who blows, once these farm tools are smelted and cast into weapons, which quality is absolutely as touching as it is.

The quality gap between farm tools and weapons cannot be changed unless money is added. In this regard, Mr. Hudson was very principled.

Kate, who didn't know how to choose, came to Baron, so she simply picked what she had seen and bought. Although the farm tools you buy are not necessarily the most cost-effective, they can at least be guaranteed to be usable and will not be pitted too badly

Throughout, Hudson didn't talk much, leaving him completely up to his choice, with the only restriction being that he couldn't bargain.

Of course, this is only a small problem, as a high-ranking aristocratic lord, there are few who like to be careful. Especially for products with low unit prices, there is no accurate pricing template in mind.

In less than half an hour, Baron Kate had completed the selection of goods, and the efficiency was absolutely vigorous.

Hudson was so happy with the customer. This is much simpler than doing business in the previous life, not only the quality requirements of the goods are low, but even the after-sales can be ignored.

Such a high-quality customer made Hudson embarrassed to be too ruthless. After all, this kind of trading is about the long flow of water, and you can't dig up the leek roots at one time.

"It's a total of four hundred and one gold coins, three silver coins, and forty copper coins, and the fraction behind it has been erased, which is considered four hundred and one gold coins.

There is still a limit of ninety-nine gold coins from the minimum consumption. Why don't you choose some daily necessities, such as kitchen knives, iron pots, shovels......

Everything you need in your daily life is available here. The use of these products in the kitchen will greatly improve the living standards of the soldiers. ”

Hudson struck hard.

He didn't mention serfs, because he knew that in the minds of the nobles, it was a gift for lowly serfs to survive, and improving their living standards was not considered at all.

Everyone doesn't care about serfs, but they pay special attention to the elite soldiers under them.

They are all meritorious men, and if conditions permit, they naturally want to give the soldiers a better life, otherwise who wants to die?

"Then I'm tired of Baron Hudson!"

Kate came to Baron Said with determination.

Seeing that the two wagons he brought over were full, and there were still a bunch of farm tools waiting to be loaded on the ground, which only cost four hundred and one gold coins, Kate came to the master and did not panic in an instant.

The most needed farm tools were bought, so the rest was no longer a problem, anyway, he made up his mind to only make the minimum consumption.

Seeing that he couldn't get more wool, Hudson didn't bother to continue wasting his lips and tongues, and directly took Kate to Baron Baron into the kitchenware warehouse to pick it up.

It's a selection, but it's actually a show. After hastily scraping together the minimum spending limit, Baron Kate took his leave and left.

Looking at that posture, it's like staying in the mountain collar for a few more moments, and you will encounter ominousness.

But considering what happened to him, Hudson also expressed understanding. Every time I come over, I have to bleed profusely, and the mountain territory is indeed an ominous place for Kate to come to Baron.

Sending Kate off Baron Kate, Hudson found himself in trouble with his business model. The development customers are all neighbors in the vicinity, and there are no big customers outside.

Occasionally, a few businessmen come to the door, and they also sell more goods than purchases. It's not that businessmen can't see business opportunities, it's that Hudson's goods are too special.

Weapons and equipment are best sold, but unfortunately they don't have any strength, so they can't do this business at all.

Farm tools, pots and pans, and other daily necessities, although not very risky, the noble lords were accustomed to buying iron and going back to cast it themselves.

Compared with the finished product, it is obviously more accounting to process it yourself. Unless Hudson can drastically lower the selling price, making it cheaper to purchase the finished product than to cast it themselves.

Obviously, this is not possible. Even if Hudson wanted to play cheap dumping, he had to complete industrial production first.

With that little capacity in the territory, there is no possibility of dumping. His only advantage is that he has mastered the largest iron mine in the southeastern province, which can affect the price of iron in the market.

The current rise in the price of iron commodities in the market is not only due to the price hike of the local aristocracy, but also a large part of the reason is that he stopped selling iron to the outside world.

An embarrassing scene appeared.

In order to sell weapons for a short period of time, it mainly depends on the needs of the local nobles to expand their armaments.

However, if they want to promote daily necessities such as agricultural tools, their main customers are the nobles of the Northland. As outsiders, they do not have enough blacksmiths in their hands, so they can only buy large quantities from the outside world.

There are customers on both sides, and no one can be offended, isn't this forcing yourself to be a wall grass?

Either way, business is always to be done. Only when he had enough money could Hudson be able to develop his own territory.

Although the small dirt bags in the Salaam Mountains were considered rotten by the native nobles of the southeastern provinces, Hudson's eyes still had a high development value.

The grain output can reach 70% of the outside world, and after feeding the serfs, there is still a certain surplus. It's just that compared with the huge investment in land reclamation, the return cycle is so long by 100 million points.

If we think differently and develop animal husbandry, there are basically no restrictions.

The only problem is that everyone is playing a self-sufficient economic model, there is no fixed sales market at all, and the cattle and sheep raised can only be eaten by themselves.

Maybe there is consumer demand in big cities, but that is the basic plate of the local aristocracy, and it is not the turn of outsiders to interfere.

The self-sufficient small-scale peasant economy was not suitable for the development of industry and commerce, and the self-sufficient aristocratic economy was even more inhibiting industry and commerce.

As a last resort, Hudson had no choice but to change the territorial development plan repeatedly according to the actual situation, and until now there has been no complete development outline.

There are only two main lines of development that can be determined: find a way to make money; Find a way to increase the population.

Only when the money and people are available can the territory be fully developed. Only when the economic foundation is established can we have the strength to promote the development of military strength.

It can be said that Hudson's plan is completely incompatible with the starting path of many nobles in this world.

Almost all the great nobles rose from the battlefield. Relying on the loot looted from the east and west, he realized the leapfrog development of his own strength.

The rise of every great nobleman is accompanied by the birth of a "son of luck". There must be enough atmospheric luck to complete the primitive accumulation all the way.

Rubbing his forehead, Hudson, who did not think that he had bad luck, decisively gave up following in the footsteps of his predecessors.

Times are different. The resource monopoly of the great aristocracy has been formed, and unless there is an external force to break this pattern, there is no room for new people to grow at all.

No matter how hard you can fight, the pit has been filled, and there is no place on it.

Either pull one off the horse and take its place; or be pressed down by others, and die without a place to be buried.

After thinking through his thoughts, Hudson put aside the messy ideas in his mind and directly arranged for the loading of the truck.

The nobles of the two counties gathered in the feast of Dadir City, and they had to rub off on the heat. Doing a good job in this ticket business is definitely higher than the income accumulated in farming at home for three years.

……

The carriage slowly drove out of Beda City, and the wrinkle on Earl Pierce's forehead increased a little. The situation on the mainland has become more and more complicated, forcing him to change his plans.

originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach the nobles of the south and north a hard lesson, cut off their ridges, and then slowly squeeze them out.

It's a pity that the situation on the mainland has changed abruptly, and the kingdom and the Holy See have been put on the bar, and now the country must maintain stability.

In this context, it is obviously not in line with the general environment for maintaining stability in the kingdom that it is too aimed at the nobles of northern Xinjiang who are going south, and this kind of thing that destroys unity is obviously not in line with the general environment of maintaining stability in the kingdom.

"It seems that the matter can only be calmed down! It's just that I don't know what those old foxes in Northern Xinjiang are thinking, do you really think that just these few pawns can also make waves? ”

Governor Pierce muttered to himself.

From beginning to end, he didn't take the noisy children of Northern Xinjiang as a thing. For the real power of the kingdom like Earl Pierce, only the same great forces can compete with them.

In the wizarding world, information transmission is fast and slow, and it is the ideas of the big people that really affect the speed of news transmission.

If it is in time, the information of the royal capital can be transmitted to the southeastern provinces on the same day. But if the big people are not in a hurry, they will let the messenger run around on the road, and it will not be a problem to drag on for ten days and half a month.

Of course, this is just messaging, not decision-making time.

Many times the message delivery is slow, not because the message is really slow, but because the big people need the message to be slow to cover their inefficient decision-making.

This time was no exception, and the Earl of Pierce had already received the news that the King's messenger had been intercepted by the Holy See, which had led to tensions between the Kingdom and the Holy See.

But because they didn't think about how to deal with this change, now the news is already on the way, and the nobles in the southeast province haven't even received the slightest rumor.

When did he make a decision, and when would the news officially arrive in the southeastern provinces.

If it takes too long, the grapevine may arrive first. After all, the other aristocrats were not vegetarians either.

Although there is no channel for the rapid transmission of information, the children of the nobles who are outside the family will also take the initiative to inquire about the news.

Ordinary news is just that, like this kind of news with a big impact, everyone will still find a way to pass it back.

It's just that because the news comes from "inquiry", how accurate it is, it can only depend on luck.

And those who have the ability to deliver news are mostly aristocrats with a bit of family background. The little nobles at the bottom, even if they know the news, it is difficult to send it back in time.

"Da, da, da......"

The sound of the carriage continuing to ring, and the city of Dadir a hundred miles away had become bustling.

The nobility was also highly hierarchical, and although the time was agreed, everyone still consciously arrived early.

Even the nobles of the northern frontier who did not deal with the Governor's Mansion did not stand up at this time, and honestly came over to wait first.

Lively is not the same as prosperous, and despite Baron Sith's efforts, the city of Dadir is still a city of ruins.

If you want to repair it, it is difficult to see the results without a year or two of effort.

As the host, Baron Sith's recent days were one - "bitter".

A large crowd of nobles poured in, which was equivalent to a lot of trouble sent to the door.

There was a shortage of food in the territory, and he had to receive such a group of uncles, which made his not rich pockets even worse.

To make the Sith a little suspicious, Governor Pierce deliberately targeted him by placing the mediation site in the city of Dadir.

In front of Lizi, face is no longer enough. In order to save money, Baron Sith even canceled the welcome banquet.

The daily reception was limited to providing temporary shelter, water, firewood, and some simple daily necessities, and there was no specific food.

It's not a question of being stingy or not, it's that the lord really doesn't have any food left at home. At least the food that matches the nobility, he really doesn't have that much.

It's just a loss of face, anyway, this thing is uncomfortable at first, and it will slowly pass.

What gave the Sith a headache was that the nobles didn't have a few settlers, either they were doing something, or they were on the way to doing something.

Fighting, that's just the most basic operation. If you are not careful, it will be a street fight.

Unlike before, when the camp was clear, he only needed to consider the interests of the nobles of the northern frontier. Now, as the host, he has an innate duty to maintain order.

It didn't matter if an ordinary soldier was killed or wounded, if a nobleman bumped into it, or simply died with a whimper, he would be held responsible.

In order to maintain order, he not only sent his subordinates out, but even personally patrolled the streets.

It's a pity that this is useless, and the nobles of Northern Xinjiang give him some face as the nominal boss, but the local nobles don't pay attention to it at all.

To pick things, only one party is always needed. As long as someone is doing something, then the other party can only passively participate.

Occasionally, there was a real fire, and even those who persuaded the fight were beaten together. In order to persuade the fight, Baron Sith's subordinates often went out in good spirits, and came back with a blue nose and swollen face.

There are even a few unlucky people who were unfortunately killed by mistake in the process of persuasion, and they died directly.

As a result, there is nothing to say, just endless rip-off. Those who dare to play so well are aristocrats, and ordinary soldiers have the concept of killing to pay for their lives in their minds, and they know that they can't kill on such occasions.

There is no way, when encountering this kind of bad luck, Baron Sith can only admit it. The perpetrator is only responsible for losing money, and if he wants the other party to pay for his life, he can only go to the noble council to appeal.

You don't have to think about it to know that this is the end of the matter. The essence of the aristocratic council is to safeguard the interests of the aristocracy, and it is self-evident who tends to deal with the results.

It's really angry, so I can only find a chance to beat the other party afterwards.

Now Baron Sith has only one thought, hoping that Count Pierce can arrive quickly, otherwise he really can't stand it.

In the chaotic scene, not only the Sith, the host, was very hurt, but Hudson, the "businessman", was also angry enough.

Originally, he was just a happy melon eater, quietly watching the performances of all parties, with the enlarged version of the three-meter body of the Earth Bear, it was enough to make the hot-headed guys calm down instantly.

After all, when aristocrats fight and brawl with each other, everyone still knows how to converge one or two, and they know how heavy they are. Warcraft is hard to say.

With the current physique of the Earth Bear, he is not a professional researcher of Warcraft, so he can't tell the specific growth to that stage.

If you are slapped to death, you will be wronged.

Hudson walked out into the street, and it was smooth sailing.

Why do accidents always come so suddenly, and before I finished watching a lively scene, I became the focus first.

set up a stall on the street, and it was very unfortunate to be involved in the conflict between the two gangs.

If it's just a stall being smashed, it's nothing, the key is that a guy who hit the real fire casually picked up a sledgehammer and scooped the other party's head.

"The Great Luo of the Worlds"