"Great idea!"

"That's right, we should mint our own gold coins!"

This proposal to look alone has been approved by many, and it is almost always exhilarating to have something that belongs to one's own nation.

"I think we should also mint some of our own silver coins, as well as copper coins!"

The wolf hesitated for a moment: "It's okay to say that the gold coins are okay, as for the silver coins and copper coins...... We don't have silver or copper mines. ”

Du Wei said: "Then melt down the white man's silver and copper coins and make them our own!" ”

Ma Whistle smiled: "Isn't this a loss-making business?" You know, there is also a cost to minting. On this issue, we should deal with it as we do with the calendar, focusing on convenience first. ”

"We will turn the yellow finance produced here into gold ingots or gold bars, and then send them to Sleeping Bear City as the financial income of Sleeping Bear City."

"Although gold ingots can also be used, they are somewhat inconvenient...... I think it's better to mint it into a gold coin, and you can also have your portrait of the Great Chief printed on it. ”

Ma Whistle said, "No, just use the gold and silver coins minted by the white man now, and they are all gold and silver anyway." When we need and have the conditions to make our own currency, most of them will be paper money. ”

"Banknotes?" Du Yan was stunned, "Didn't we always stop accepting banknotes?" ”

Ma Whistle said slowly: "We just don't accept existing, American banknotes, those dollar bills are issued by private banks, and the level of anti-counterfeiting is mostly worrying, of course, it has no value." ”

"But with the development of technology and social systems, the design of banknotes will become more and more mature. It will eventually become a state-issued and guaranteed thing, and it has excellent anti-counterfeiting features. ”

People don't seem to understand, and they can't help but wonder: "But...... What value can something made of paper have? ”

Ma Whistle held a piece of gold: "Does this gold have 'value'?" It can neither be eaten, nor clothed, nor can it be cured, nor can it be taught. ”

Gold certainly has practical value and is high, but that is in the industrial society of the future.

For today's human beings, the main use of gold ...... It's probably pretending.

"Gold has no value, it derives its value from people's trust. And with the same trust, paper money will have the same value as gold. ”

"I actually mentioned to you in class that, in the final analysis, the real wealth of society is 'productivity', which is the living space, natural resources and power that we have to transform the world, not gold or silver or any form of money."

"When thinking about money, we should not be confined to money itself, but what deserves our attention is the production and exchange of labor......

"For example, the 'cost of coinage' I just mentioned is essentially that we need to extract manpower and resources to do this work, and this will inevitably lead to a reduction in manpower and resources engaged in industry and agriculture, and this part of the reduced labor output is the real ontology of the so-called minting cost."

Ma Whistle gradually began to talk about the lesson, and he did not tire of it.

The East Valley Lumberyard was gradually perfected, and logging and gold panning were carried out in an orderly manner.

By August, it looked like a decent settlement, with walls and a few wooden houses.

This Apache West team has a full 300 people.

For logging and gold panning, three hundred men is obviously a bit much.

So after the initial construction of this place was completed, Ma Sentry left with more than 100 people and set off not far to the southwest, and the target was naturally Sacramento, which was dozens of kilometers away.

Dozens of kilometers away, they rode horses and walked for four days to complete.

Mainly because of the dense forests here, there is no easy way to walk, and sometimes there are wild beasts, and there are inevitably more delays on the road.

In addition, they carried several truckloads of lumber.

So it took four days for Ma Whistle and the others to arrive in Sacramento.

Or rather, the city of Sacramento of the future.

Ma Sentinel had never been to Sacramento in his previous life, and in fact he had hardly been abroad, but he was almost certain that this was within the future city of Sacramento.

Because if he were asked to build a city nearby, it would be his choice—the river would divide into three nearby rivers, extending in three directions: east, west, and south.

He believes that the historical gold diggers who founded Sacramento should have made similar choices to him.

"We're building the new city right here." The horse whistle pointed to an open field in front of him and said.

Tents were set up here, timber was unloaded, and new towns, or villages, were built.

In the period that followed, in addition to the East Valley lumberyards, the Apache people here were busy, and even busier.

After all, the East Valley Lumber Yard is just a lumber yard, and what is about to be built here is a formal settlement, a city.

Every day, in addition to hunting and fishing in the neighborhood to gather food, the Apache built houses and walls.

Fortunately, there are plenty of materials for the construction of the new city, especially timber, and the lumberyard sends a batch of timber every few days.

Compared with the abundant supply of timber, there is a bit of a shortage of manpower, mainly because there are fewer professional builders, and most of the construction efficiency is not high.

A few days after the construction of the city began.

A group of unexpected visitors visit the new city that has not yet taken shape.

"Great Chief, there are some strangers out there." The soldier came and reported, "They should be from a nearby clan." ”

"How many are there?" Ma Whistle was writing a book in the room and asked.

"About twenty."

The horse whistle got up, called the nonsense and a few guards, and went out of the new city under construction.

Soon after leaving the city, they saw about twenty people not far away.

The twenty men, all on horseback, with long hair, many topless, showing yellow skin, were also apparently Indians.

"It should be a Maidu, or maybe not." Nonsense, "There are quite a lot of differences between the Maidus, but in general there are some things in common......"

As the two sides approached, a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties came out on the opposite side, with very large ears - Ma Whistle could probably guess his name.

"We are the nearby Maidu, my name is Big Ear, and I am the chief of the Wild Duck Clan." The middle-aged man introduced himself, and the name was exactly what Ma Whistle guessed.

"You ...... Seems to be an outsider? He added.

The nonsense acted as a translator for both sides, translating the words into Apache, informing the horse whistle.

Although he often speaks nonsense, he is quite competent as a translator, at least Ma Whistle thinks that his translation is about the same length as Big Ear.

"Yes, we are from the East, Apache people," said the horse whistle. ”

"Apaches?" Big Ear was stunned for a moment, and then as if he remembered something, he looked up and down for a while.

"Are you...... Children of the sky? ”

(End of chapter)