"Isn't that an exchange?" Romaine looked at the group of young adventurers and asked with interest.
"Rather than an exchange, it's more like charity, Miss Roman." Sanford answered from behind.
The Roman tapped his chin with his finger: "But it's clearly an exchange. Using food to buy hope, isn't that an exchange?"
"Using food to buy hope? What does that mean? "Amandina was confused. In fact, it wasn't just her. Everyone was puzzled by Sanford's words. [This is an exchange?
Wait a minute!]
Only Brando reacted at this moment. He couldn't help but look at the Roman in disbelief. [What's wrong with this guy's little brain? How can he always think of things that normal people can't?] He immediately organized his thoughts and asked: "Amandina, if this territory is given to you to govern, how long will it take for you to have a spontaneous business here?"
Amandina heard the question and immediately understood that Brando's words had a hidden meaning. She couldn't help but look at him. [Does this young lord have some thoughts about this territory? Or is this just a test for me?]
Regardless, she looked at the ragged clothes on the streets and pondered for a moment. She answered with some difficulty: "If it's short, it'll take a year. If it's long, it'll take two years. The people won't have any wealth and lack the foundation for business. Even if we reinstitute the taxes and distribute the land, it will take a long time to accumulate wealth … … But no matter what, I'm confident that within two years, there will be business here again. The only problem is that the roads are a little troublesome. I'm afraid that rebuilding the roads will require a large amount of money … … "
"So, if we distribute the wealth, won't the people have wealth?" The Roman interrupted her and said as if it was a matter of fact.
Amandina was stunned: "This … … Is there any meaning to it?" She couldn't help but ask with some difficulty: "What's the difference between this and the gambling addicts lending their money to those who don't have money to gamble with them? In the end, what they win is their own money, and there's even the risk of losing it … … "
She couldn't help but look at the Roman as if she was looking at those gambling addicts. But there was a different way to put it: gambling addicts.
"Of course it's meaningful. Look, didn't Amandina say 'borrow'? Therefore, that cute gambler can still win more money in the end. It's just that the money is written on the IOU. "
"But those people are still poor. So what if they have an IOU? In reality, they still don't have a single cent." Amandina retorted.
The Roman lifted her chin and wagged her finger. In Brando's eyes, her action made him think that she was a capitalist who did things neatly and efficiently.
"Indeed, but not everyone wants to be poor, right? When we distribute our wealth, it's actually a form of exchange. We're buying their hopes for the future. "The Roman pointed at his eyes." See? Everyone wants to live a better life. What we give them is the ability to realize this hope. It should be called the 'ability to participate in production,' right? "
"And when they realize this wish, they'll naturally fulfill the meaning of the IOU, and I'll also have many more partners in this game." Romaine continued to describe: "Unlike gambling, if you bury gold coins in the ground, you'll get two gold coins in the coming year."
She even winked playfully as she said this.
"This … … It's like that, but it's difficult to implement … …" Although the others were still confused, Amandina finally understood the Roman's idea. However, no matter what, she could not accept such unconstrained logic.
"It's indeed difficult … …" Brando nodded, and then he couldn't help but look at the little Roman with admiration. In fact, the Roman's idea wasn't so much an exchange, but a form of redistribution. The only thing that participated in the redistribution was not only the means of production, but also the capital itself. When the capital participated in the reproduction of production, it would quickly increase in value. The Roman's idea was based on the premise that all the wealth in the territory belonged to the lord himself. Although it was simple and simple, to be able to think of such a problem under such conditions, it had to be said that his vision was quite advanced.
But it did require an extremely large plan and consideration at every step. It wasn't as simple as distributing the goods. Brando wasn't good at this, but he had a simple example to learn from.
Infrastructure and external warfare.
"Rather than buying hope, it's more like buying labor. Although labor is an additional value to the lord, they don't understand that although all the wealth in the territory belongs to the lord himself, the speed at which new wealth is created is different. "Brando replied:" Of course, if you want to do this, the key is how to distribute the wealth. "
"Amandina, do you have any ideas?" The young man asked casually.
"Repair the road."
Amandina's idea was simply the same as her lord's. She hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered her voice and whispered: "My lord, what do you think of this place?"
In the past, Amandina would never have dared to imagine that she would instigate her lord to attack another legitimate lord of the kingdom, and seize the opportunity to seize the other's territory. This was a blatant act of treason. But as time passed, the situation in the ancient kingdom worsened day by day. There were already rumors of unrest outside, and after witnessing the actions of these cold-blooded and corrupt nobles, her last hope for the kingdom was a little disillusioned.
Brando nodded, then shook his head.
Of course he had his own ideas. Graudin's territory was close to his own in the future, and he wasn't a good person either. When the time came, he would naturally be the first to take action. But now was not the time. He didn't have the strength to do so, and he also lacked the opportunity. He would wait for another two months until the November Coup (also known as the December Coup). The various territories would declare their independence, and no one would care about the conflict between the lords of the southern border.
But he did have a headache. He had to admit that Tónigel was one of the most barren territories in Erouine at this time of the year. He was originally afraid that the Roman would be restricted in this place, but he didn't expect Amandina's instincts to be so strong that she could be used in any place.
Brando even suspected that if he threw the little Roman into the 'underworld', she would still be able to happily do business with the demons.
But no matter what, after having a preliminary idea, the only thing left was to perfect it and the problem of money. Money was not a problem for Brando for the time being. The money he got from extorting the nobleman and the money Braggs sent over would be his starting capital, and the rest would be given to the rich mineral resources in the south.
As a transmigrator, Brando felt that he had wasted his life if he couldn't do something about the mineral resources.
But right at this moment, a loud crack of a horsewhip interrupted his train of thought. Brando snapped out of his daze and turned around with the others. He saw a small group of cavalrymen entering the city. Their equipment was a mess, but their banners were clear. The emblem on their banners was a pelican on a black and white checkered pattern. The background color was derived from Count Randner's family emblem, which meant that this group of noblemen was directly related to Count Randner. Brando immediately understood that these cavalrymen were Count Graudin's private soldiers.
At this moment, the cavalrymen were raising their whips to chase away the citizens on both sides of the street. If they were slow to retreat, they would be severely whipped. Those sallow and emaciated men and women were driven away in all directions like a herd of animals. This scene seemed to be very interesting in the eyes of the riders. They could not help but laugh out loud, and even laughed until they were swaying left and right.
Amandina furrowed her brows. This was a common sight to her. Braggs's cavalrymen were also arrogant and domineering.
She heard the red-haired girl beside her snort coldly.
"They seem to be dragging something behind them." Sanford suddenly pointed behind the cavalrymen and said.
"It's a corpse." Brando replied: "These noblemen's private soldiers went out to suppress the bandits." He sighed lightly after he finished speaking.
"What's wrong?"
Amandina was surprised. [Isn't this a normal thing?]
But Brando waved his hand to signal her not to speak, and pointed in a direction for her. Amandina looked closely and saw a group of women kneeling on the ground after seeing the corpses. They covered their faces and wept. Amandina was slightly taken aback, and asked in confusion: "… … What's going on?"
"Rather than bandits, it's better to say that they're farmers who are forced to the point of being unable to survive because of the lord's taxes. It would be better to say that the bandits in the forest outside were refugees avoiding taxes. In fact, most of their lives were no different from that of ordinary farmers. There were not many people who actually participated in robbing. It's only because of tax evasion that they're classified as' inhuman '. " He gritted his teeth and said, "My father died in this way too. These despicable nobles …" "You're right. You're right. You're right.
"Only men?" Amandina took a deep breath and asked.
"Of course, life outside is not paradise." Brando nodded.
After he finished speaking, the surroundings seemed to have fallen into a strange silence. Other than the scolding of the nobles' private soldiers and the sobbing of the women, no one else spoke.
…
Of course, subscriptions are essential too. If you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com and read more chapters. Support the author and support the original reading!)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
