Roland held the first high-level plenary meeting of Border Town in the reception room of the castle.
Compared with Barov and his more than ten apprentices at the beginning, the city hall has grown to a huge group of nearly a hundred people. Among them, there are down-to-earth nobles, captured knights and squires, and those who have completed primary education and obtained graduation certificates. Aboriginal people.
Thanks to the growth of the population, various departments have been formed one after another, so that the city hall finally has a little bit of what the prince expects. He no longer has to do everything by himself as he did before. Now, with some simple policies and plans, as long as he explains them, the city hall in its embryonic form can be dismantled into various departments to complete the tasks, which makes Roland satisfied is reassuring.
The participants of the first high-level meeting were all the top leaders of the department, namely the Minister of Agriculture Seni Dali, the Minister of Education Shuju, the head of the Ministry of Chemical Industry Kemo Strell (tentative), and the Minister of Construction Karl Van Bert, the army chief Iron Axe, and the city hall chief Barov Mons. The Ministry of Industry is still managed by Roland himself. After all, no one except him knows what industrialization is like.
There is a bucket of ice water next to everyone, exuding bursts of cool air. Even though the sun was blazing outside, the temperature in the castle hall remained cool.
"Then each department will report the recent situation separately," Roland took out the kettle from the bucket and poured himself a glass of ice water, "Let's start with the Ministry of Agriculture."
"Yes, Your Highness." Seni stood up and gave a salute, then spread out the paper rolls prepared in advance, "The food handed in this time is about 17,000 dendrobium, and this amount alone can satisfy all the townspeople. In addition to the grain needs in the coming summer, the Ministry of Agriculture will purchase the remaining grain at the market price according to your requirements, but this amount is far less than the proportion of the handover, and currently there are only 4,500 dendrobium."
The so-called dendrobium is a commonly used weighing container for wheat, a basket made of bamboo chips, so this number is just a matter of listening. He has no idea how to convert it into kilograms or liters. Well, these are not important, the key is He knew that the food confiscated would be enough to feed the townspeople.
The key lies in the second point. If it is calculated according to the method of collecting 70% and keeping 30%, the purchased grain should be around 7,000 dendrobium, and the part reserved for grain and seeds for the next year will not be used at all. In other words, some serfs did not sell the remaining 30% of the grain to the city hall, but chose to hoard it in wooden sheds.
Although he had foreseen such a situation early in the morning, he sighed softly when it actually happened. The purpose of hoarding food is obvious. It is to speculate and resell. If there is a shortage of food supply in the town, or natural and man-made disasters, they can sell this batch of food at a price much higher than the market price, and it is not impossible for it to be more than ten times higher.
That's why Roland made the food trade a City Hall franchise, and buyers had to show ID. The food problem is related to the most basic stability of the border town. In the early days when there was no surplus of food, if the sales were restricted, it was easy for people to buy them and hoard them, which would eventually cause food prices to rise. The real-name system is required to purchase quantitative grains, and other sales channels are prohibited to maintain grain prices on a stable line.
"His Royal Highness, why don't you force the purchase of wheat from serfs?" Seni asked in confusion, "Anyway, the law does not allow them to sell to others."
"Because it belongs to their private property, and how to dispose of it is their freedom," Roland replied, "I didn't stipulate that serfs should not keep food for themselves. You can also understand that as long as there is no express prohibition, it is allowed."
Seni looked a little confused, as if he didn't know how to understand this sentence. Not only him, most people frowned, only Barov showed a thoughtful look.
"Is there anything else to report?" Roland took a sip of ice water. This kind of concept of emphasizing rules and procedures in everything can only be regarded as a new era only when they slowly comprehend, or in other words, understand this. Qualified officials. Of course, this set is also easy to go to the other extreme, leading to the emergence of bureaucracy, but bureaucratization is better than chaos or wanton behavior.
"Uh... yes," Seni Dali shook his head, "now that the fields have been harvested, how will the fallow plan for the next year be arranged?"
"No, these fields are not fallow, continue to plant wheat next year," Roland waved, "the dung piled up on the edge of the fields is prepared for the fertile land. Next, you instruct the serfs to shovel them into the fields and mix them well with the soil. , and the empty space can continue to be piled up with new feces." The hot and humid weather in summer can make it decompose in only two months, and in winter it takes about four months. When spring comes next year, not only has the soil quality been improved by the first batch of compost, but he also has a new batch of compost that can be added as basal fertilizer, without the need for fallow.
Not to mention the high-level chemical fertilizers, the application of human and animal fertilizers to agricultural production is already a great improvement.
"Okay, if this is your request." He touched his head, "Also... Your Highness, I'm afraid that so much wheat cannot be ground with one or two stone mills. I would like to apply for the construction of a mill by the Chishui River. Preferably steam powered."
"Okay," Roland nodded, this is another new breakthrough. In addition to himself, someone has finally begun to try to use this new power, "You first propose a plan to Barov, get funding, and then work out with the Ministry of Construction. detailed plan."
"Okay, Your Highness," Seni replied, "The last thing is the promotion of free people. This time, a total of 516 people have been qualified for promotion. Because they are strictly divided on the spot according to the amount of wheat turned over, there is no People have raised objections, and I have reported the list to Lord Barov." Then he stood up and saluted again, "My report is over."
"Good job," Roland clapped his palms twice in encouragement. This young knight from the original wolf family seems to have adapted to the town life now, and he is still doing a good job at the city hall. With a little packaging, it is an excellent propaganda example. can play a small role.
The second person to report was Scroll, with her long hair tucked behind her head, she was wearing a clean and tidy white shirt with a pure black dress without any trim or lace, looking mature and capable. It is hard to imagine that half a year ago, she was still an exiled witch who had to hide in Tibet in order to avoid the church.
"At present, there are two batches of people who have completed primary education, a total of 85 people, most of whom have studied in the college opened by Mr. Carr." Her ability is to remember, so there is no need to make any preparations when reporting data. One point made Roland very envious. "Forty-six of them chose to work in the city hall, twenty-one decided to go to a bicycle factory, and thirteen applied to join the First Army." She paused when she said this, "There are five more. People signed up for chemistry lab positions.”
Five people? Roland couldn't help but look at Kaimer Strell, and the latter's face was obviously a little unsightly. It seems that the publicity effect of the awarding ceremony is not as good as I expected. As a result, some of the three newly built laboratories may be idle for a while.
Fortunately, the employment rate is at least 100 percent, he comforted himself. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)