Verdant shrubs and lush forests, endless farmland at the end of the wilderness, hillsides between rolling rivers and rushing waterfalls, intertwined with the turquoise sky, and pastoral songs in the distance—this is the rich southern plain of the Kingdom of Turin, where the fertile land of the land is at ease and leisure.

The farmer who sat in the shade of the trees, drinking sweet mead while enjoying the warm early summer sun and the distant scenery with his family, while the scythe-wielding farmer sweated in the fields of the manor, harvesting half a year's hard work—golden wheat, bright red and orange carrots, earthy potatoes, bright red apples, green water spinach...... In the fields under the golden sun, there is a lively scene everywhere.

This time of year is the most pleasant time of the year in the whole South - merchants from afar come at the right time to buy grain and ship it to the north or south to sell. Especially this year, the people who have returned from Hantu City are rumored everywhere that there is a famine in the Dominic Kingdom in the south, and even a bag of lentils can be sold for half a silver coin, and there is a frenzy of food everywhere, which makes many manor owners in the south excited, and they are all celebrating the good luck bestowed by the Glorious Cross.

Not only that, but even those who returned from the northern capital last year brought back good news - in order to celebrate the triumphant opening of the treasury of His Majesty Horace, there were celebrations and banquets everywhere, and presumably the price of food in Turin would also fly to the sky, which would make them a lot of money.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what happens in the end. All these southern haciendas had to do was stare at the merchants on their farms, and they would be able to get a steady stream of silver and gold coins coming in, and then enjoy the coming summer to the fullest.

But this year's grain merchants are a little different from previous years. Before all the grain was harvested, a large number of caravans braved the continuous drizzle of early summer and the flying loess to come to the various farms to buy, and they were unexpectedly generous, and they were not at all soft when they paid the bills, compared with the misers of previous years, they were simply two groups of people.

It wasn't until later that they realized that these guys were really not the guys of the previous years - they were all merchants from the port of The Hague. The carriage was filled with silver coins of bright gold. It's really strange that when even the guys in The Hague started a grain business like the people of Haima Port?

But anyway. These people were very happy to pay for it, and even the wheat and potatoes that were not harvested in the field were bought by paying in advance. The bustling farm is full of joy.

Naturally, it is impossible to buy grain without the permission of the local lord - there are rumors everywhere in Hantu City, and the count of the Millar family has already negotiated a deal with these grain merchants. The grain from the Millar family's farm had already been pledged to these merchants in The Hague port.

Otherwise. Why were there guards under the banner of House Miral to protect the caravans—surely they had given the Earl a large sum of money?

The merchants of The Hague were like crazy, and they were "industrious" everywhere they could be seen in the farmsteads, towns and castles of the south, and they were welcomed with the warmest welcome wherever they went—no one could afford to live with money.

Although it was only around the city of Hantu and the Hague Fort, the bustle of the pomp and circumstance had already reached the ears of one good man after another, and many of the farmer owners had to hurry up and start collecting the grain, and let their overseers and farmers keep it all in their possession, waiting for the arrival of these "generous merchants of the port of The Hague", the big money bags who could walk.

Many manors are less deserted even at night. The cheerful atmosphere was almost like a holiday - although it was in previous years, but it came a little too early. Many of the Dominica merchants who lent money had not even reacted. The "crazy" Hague Fort merchants even brought other businesses with them.

The hard laborers who used to have a small half a silver coin a day now cost half a silver penny, and the price of carriages and pack horses increased day by day, and even trailers and wheelbarrows could be rented out for a good price, and the wagons loaded with grain continued to be transported in the direction of The Hague port.

Even the civilians living in the port of The Hague noticed that this year was different from the past - the crowds of horse-drawn carriages had filled almost all the empty spaces, all the taverns and inns were full one after another, and the harbor was far more ships than in previous years, just because the war had just ended, and many had not really felt the difference.

But for the merchants who had arrived from Haima Harbor, it was not so pleasant - it was less than a month away, and by the time the caravan of one-horned seahorse flags arrived in the south, they found that the price of grain had risen to an unbelievable level this year.

At first, some people thought that these southern farmers were sitting on the ground and raising prices, wanting to take advantage of the famine in Dominica and the triumph of Turin, but after all kinds of threats and intimidation, the other party insisted on not lowering the price, and then they found that all the estates were the same!

Of course, with the strong financial resources of the Minest family, just a slight price fluctuation will not affect their business this year, but the originally huge profits have been cut to an almost unacceptable point - grain is not the same as jewelry, cane sugar, not only is it difficult to transport, even just storage will cause loss.

Therefore, once the cost increases, the originally profitable business will immediately incur losses, and there will even be a risk of losing money. And this is not the most terrifying, almost angry and worried Haima Harbor merchants, when they arrived in Hantu City, something even more terrifying happened-this year's new grain has been dumped out!

"This can't be, how can it be sold out in just two days?!" trucks blocked the road outside the manor gate, and the almost grief-stricken Seahorse Harbor merchant shouted at the manor lord with his nostrils facing the sky: "We can negotiate the price, but you can't let us go back empty-handed!"

"It's not like you're going back empty-handed, haven't you bought a lot of cherry wine from us?" the lord of the manor pursed his lips, muttered to himself, and then waved his hand impatiently: "You can buy it if you have to, but the price must be doubled - the rest of the grain is the best of the year, and I plan to use it to offset my taxes!"

"Double, Radiant Cross, are you a vampire?!heinous demon!" The merchant who took a cold breath immediately scolded: "Who doesn't know that the land of your farm is all the most remote saline-alkali land in Hantu City, and the kind of bread made from half-green wheat doesn't even bother to fill the stomach of the poor eggs in Seahorse Harbor!"

"If you don't want it, get out of here, I'm still going to receive guests in a hurry!" As soon as he heard the other party's foul language, the lord of the manor immediately rushed up with a smoulder, I don't know that you rich people from Seahorse Harbor have joined forces to bully us southerners all year round and push down the price of wheat?

"Glorious Cross, save us poor people!" the merchant glanced desperately at his almost empty carriage when he saw the lord of the manor leave, and if he went back empty-handed, he would have lost half a year's food and drink at home, and he still had the debts of the Mineste family.

"Wait, you should tell me who bought this year's harvest!" the reluctant merchant rushed up and grabbed the manor by the sleeve, who impatiently shook it off, and then pointed to a group of chattering and laughing men in the shade of the trees not far away, and then strode away.

"It's the mud legs in The Hague Harbor?!" (To be continued......