"Isn't that an exchange?" The merchant lady looked at the behavior of the young adventurers and asked with interest.
"It's not so much an exchange, it's better to say it's charity, Miss Roman." Sandford replied from behind.
Roman stretched out his finger and nodded his chin: "It's obviously an exchange. Isn't it an exchange to buy hope with food?"
"Use food to buy hope? What does this mean?" Antitina was taken aback. In fact, it's not just her, everyone is surprised by this sentence: Is this also an exchange
But wait a minute!
But Brando was the only one who reacted at this moment. He immediately couldn't help but look at Roman with an incredible look, thinking about how long this guy's little brain is, and how can he always think of something that ordinary people can't see. place. He immediately sorted out his thoughts, and then asked: "Antitina, if this territory is handed over to you, how long will it take for you to have spontaneous business behaviors here?"
After hearing this question, the noble daughter immediately realized that there was something in Brando's words. She couldn't help but glance at the other person, wondering if this young lord had any thoughts about this territory? Or is it just a test for yourself
But in any case, she looked at these unclothed and refugee-like leaders on the street and thought about it seriously, and replied with some embarrassment: "It can be as short as one year, and as long as two years. The people have no wealth and lack of business. The basis of behavior. Even if it is to reform taxes and allocate land, it will take a relatively long time to accumulate wealth... But in any case, I am sure to make commercial behavior reappear here within two years; it’s just that the roads are a bit troublesome and rebuild. I am afraid that a lot of money will be invested in the road..."
"So, if we distribute the wealth, don't the people have wealth?" Roman interrupted her and said naturally.
Antitina suffocated, "Does this... make sense?" She couldn't help but asked with some difficulty: "This is the same as those who are addicted to gambling who lend their money to people who have no money to participate in gambling, and then let them Is it different from your own gambling behavior? In the end, you won only your own money, and there is even a risk of losing because of it..."
She couldn't help looking at Roman, just like looking at the gambler in her mouth. But here should be another way of saying that it's like being addicted to business as fate.
"Of course it makes sense, you see, Antitina said it was a'borrow', didn't it? So that lovely gambler can win more money in the end, but the money is written on the IOU."
"But those people are just paupers after all, even if there is an IOU, in fact, they still don't get a penny." Antitina retorted.
Roman lifted her chin and shook her fingers, and this action fell in Brando's eyes, almost thinking that she saw a capitalist who did things cleanly.
"Indeed, not everyone wants to be a pauper, does it? We distribute wealth, which is actually a kind of exchange. What we buy is these people's hope for the future," Roman pointed to his eyes: "I see. Everyone wants to live a better life. What we give them is the ability to realize this hope, which should be called the'ability to participate in production', right?"
"And when they realized this wish, they naturally completed the meaning of the IOU, and I also had many more partners who participated in this game." The businessman continued to describe: "It is different from gambling. , If you bury the gold coins in the ground, you will get two gold coins next year."
When she said that, she blinked her eyes playfully.
"This... that's the way it is said, but it is difficult to realize..." Although the others could still hear it, Antitina finally understood Roman's thoughts. It's just that she can't accept such a wild logic.
"It's really difficult..." Brando nodded, and then he couldn't help but glanced at Little Roman in admiration. In fact, Roman’s idea is not so much exchange, as it is a form of redistribution, but it is not only the means of production that participates in the redistribution, but also the capital itself. When capital participates in reproduction, it will rapidly increase in value. Roman's idea is based on the premise that all wealth in the domain belongs to the lord himself. Although simple and simple, he can think of such a problem under the limitations of such conditions, I have to say that his eyes are already quite forward-looking.
But this does require an extremely large plan and consideration at every step, not just a simple matter of sending things down. Brando is not good at this, but he has a simple example to learn from.
Infrastructure and foreign wars.
"It is not so much buying hope as it is buying labor. Although labor is an added value to the lord, they do not understand that although all wealth in the domain belongs to the lord himself, the speed of creating new wealth is There is a difference," Brando replied, "Of course, if this is to be done, how to distribute the wealth is the key."
"Antitina, do you have any ideas?" the young man asked casually.
"Building roads."
The noble daughter's idea simply coincides with his lord. Then she hesitated for a while, and finally lowered her voice and asked in a low voice: "My lord, what do you think of this place?"
In the past, Antitina could hardly imagine that she would urge her lord to attack another legal lord of the kingdom and seize the opponent's territory-this is simply a kind of blatant rebellion. However, with the passage of time, the situation in this ancient kingdom became worse and worse. News of the turbulent situation had spread from the outside, and after she had witnessed all the actions of these cold-blooded and decadent nobles, she had the last touch of the kingdom. The fantasy has a taste of disillusionment.
Brando nodded, then shook his head.
Of course he had an idea. The territory of Baron Grudin is almost next to his future territory, and this guy is not a good bird, it goes without saying that he will naturally take the opponent's first knife. But not now, now he lacks both this strength and an opportunity. Wait another two months, until the November coup (also known as the December coup), all regions have declared independence, and no one cares about the small lords attacking each other on the southern border.
But he does have a headache, and I have to say that Tonigel is indeed one of the poorest territories in Eruin at this time. He was originally afraid that Roman might be shackled in such a place, but he did not expect that the merchant lady's instincts were already strong enough to be effective in any place.
Brando even wondered if he had dropped Little Roman'down', and she would be able to do business with those demons very happily.
But anyway, after having a preliminary idea, what remains is how to improve the idea and the question of money. The problem of money is not a big problem for Brando for the time being. The money obtained by extorting the little nobleman and the money being escorted in Braggs will be used as his start-up capital, and the rest will be given to the rich mineral resources in the south. NS.
As a basic rule of traversal, if as a traverser can not write anything on minerals, Brando feels that he is in vain.
But at this moment, a loud whip interrupted his thoughts. Brando came over in surprise, and he and the others turned around, just to see a small group of cavalry coming into the city. Although the equipment was messy, these cavalry had a clear banner. The young people saw the emblem on their flag—a pelican on a staggered black and white grid. The background color came from the family crest of Jean De Nell, which meant that this nobleman had a direct relationship with Count Jean De Nell. So Brando immediately understood that these men were private soldiers of the Baron Grudin.
At this moment, these cavalrymen were raising their whips to drive out the residents on both sides of the street, and if they retreated a little bit slowly, they were about to take a whip. The thin-faced men and women were driven away like a group of livestock. This scene seemed very interesting to the riders. They couldn't help laughing, even swaying.
Antitina frowned, she was quite common in this scene. Why not the police cavalry of Braggs is so domineering.
Then she heard the red-haired girl Qian next to her snorting coldly.
"They seem to be dragging something behind them." Sandford said suddenly, pointing behind the group of riders.
"It's a corpse." Brando replied: "These noble private soldiers went out to suppress the bandits." After he finished, he sighed softly.
"What's wrong?"
Antitina was taken aback, isn't this normal
But Brando shook her hand to signal her not to speak, and then pointed her finger. The noble daughter took a closer look, and she saw some women not far away, after seeing the corpses, suddenly kneeling on the ground and hiding their faces. Cry. She was startled slightly, and then asked incomprehensibly: "...what's going on?"
"It is better to say that it is a bandit than a peasant who is forced to survive by the taxation of the lord. The robbers in the forest outside are better to say that they are refugees who evade taxes. In fact, most of their lives are no different from ordinary peasants, and they really participate. There are not many looters. It’s just because of tax evasion that it is defined as'inhuman'." A gray wolf mercenary replied very familiar with all of this. He gritted his teeth and replied: "The same is true of my father. Dead, these wicked nobles..."
"Are there only men?" Antitina asked, taking a breath.
"Of course, life outside is not heaven either." Brando nodded.
After he finished speaking, there seemed to be a strange silence around him. Except for the cursing of the private soldiers of the nobles, and the whispering of women, no one spoke for a while.