"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 are 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 will naturally fulfill the meaning of the IOU, and I will also have many more partners in this game." Romaine continued to describe: "Unlike gambling, if you bury the gold coins in the ground, you will get two gold coins in the next 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. But she couldn't accept this kind of unconstrained logic no matter what.
"It is 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 the Roman's 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, there is a difference in the speed of creating new wealth. "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 incite 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. Baron Graudin's territory was close to his own in the future, and he wasn't a good person either. When the time came, it was needless to say that Graudin would be the first to act. But now was not the time. He lacked the strength and the opportunity to do so. 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 anywhere.
Brando even suspected that if he threw the little Roman into the 'underworld', she would still be able to do business with the demons happily.
But no matter what, now that he had a preliminary idea, the only thing left was to perfect it and the problem of money. Money was not a problem for Brando at the moment. 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 lived in vain 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 and driving away the citizens on both sides of the street. Anyone who was slow in retreating 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 then heard Scarlett, the red-haired girl beside her, snort coldly.
"They seem to be dragging something behind them." Sanford suddenly pointed at the back of the cavalrymen and said.
"They're corpses." 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 normal?]
Brando waved his hand to signal her not to speak and pointed at the corpses. Amandina looked carefully and saw a group of women kneeling on the ground and covering their faces as they wept. She was slightly surprised 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 no return by the lord's taxes. It's better to say that the bandits in the forest are refugees who are avoiding taxes. Their lives are no different from that of farmers, and there aren't many who actually participate in robbing. It's only because they're evading taxes that they're considered 'non-humans'. " One of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries was very familiar with all of this. He gritted his teeth and replied: "My father also died like this, these despicable nobles … …"
"Only men?" Amandina took a deep breath and asked.
"Of course, life outside is not paradise." Brando nodded.
After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a strange silence. Other than the curses of the noblemen's private soldiers and the weeping of the women, no one else spoke for a while.
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