Liszt didn't want to disturb the lively atmosphere of the town, but in the end, he couldn't hold back and went to the commercial district to watch a farce.
It was a clown throwing balls, blowing fire, or somersaulting on the stage.
In his opinion, this was nothing new, but the townspeople were cheerfully clapping their hands. It made Liszt want to go up and show them the Three Immortals Return to Cave trick, so that these people from the other world could feel the charm of China's ancient culture and tradition.
Of course.
He could only think about it. Aristocrats could not do anything that would be beneath their status.
Besides, in a world where wizards existed, magic didn't seem to be a magical performance.
After watching the show, he left the commercial district and went to the town's administrative office, lest the townspeople feel uncomfortable. In front of the lord, they couldn't relax and didn't even dare to speak loudly.
Although he had left, he was still paying attention to the caravan.
He was listening to Isaiah's report on the prices of the goods brought by the caravan, especially those related to production and daily necessities.
"A foal costs at least fifty silver coins. This price is too high." He asked with a frown.
One had to know that when he and Levis traded slaves, a serf was only worth twenty silver coins.
"It is indeed very expensive, Sir Baron. The Coral Island is far from the continent and has no suitable grazing area. The breeding of horses has always been limited, so the price of horses has always been high. Even the horses of the Blue Dragon Island are so expensive. On the continent, a foal might only cost a few silver coins. "
The archipelago countries were all islands, so they were naturally not suitable for grazing and raising horses.
Liszt understood this, but he didn't want to accept it for a while. He gave Old Grandet three gold coins, thinking that he could buy a lot of goods.
But now it seemed that he could spend it all on six foals.
"How many livestock cubs did the caravan bring?" He asked, feeling a little disappointed. He originally wanted to eat all the livestock cubs brought by the caravan, but now it seemed that it was an extravagant hope.
Apart from him, perhaps ordinary residents didn't have the financial resources to buy them.
"Five foals, two calves, three lambs, eight piglets, six puppies, five kittens, and ten rabbits."
"I gave Old Grandet three gold coins, but it doesn't seem to help. It's not enough to buy a few livestock." At this moment, he desperately wanted to sell the black pearls and exchange them for money to buy livestock. Meat was the most nutritious food. He hoped to eat meat every day, seafood aside.
If the territory didn't rear livestock, how could he, as the lord, find meat every day!
"Three gold coins can't buy a lot of livestock, but it can buy a lot of other goods. The caravan has brought a lot of local specialties."
"But I told Old Grandet to give priority to the horses. Five foals cost two gold coins and fifty silver coins. The castle's funds have all been used up." Liszt remembered that he still had 2 gold coins. Perhaps he should take them out too. He would spend them today and save a few livestock.
Isaiah smiled and said, "Lord Baron, I looked at the transaction records. Old Grandet only bought two foals. The other three were bought by someone else. "
"Who?"
"John Shoulderpole bought one. You must still remember it."
"It turned out to be the farmer who grew tomatoes. I rewarded him with a gold coin. Obviously, he can afford it. What about the other two? "
"The Blair family bought one. Markus also bought one. Gort lent him the money."
Liszt's mood turned from gloomy to sunny. He bought all the horses. Although they weren't owned by the castle, but as long as they stayed in the Flower Town, he could conscript them at will.
But soon, he laughed in spite of himself.
He felt that his vision was too shallow. He only focused on the livestock brought by the caravan. After he sold the black pearls for money, he could go to other cities to purchase livestock. This was his original plan. As long as he had gold coins, he would be able to buy what he wanted.
"Isaiah, what do you think the caravan's turnover will be today?"
"I guess it will be six gold coins."
"With a turnover of six gold coins, I believe that many of the caravan's peddlers are already preparing for their next visit."
"Of course. Peddlers are like flies. As long as there is money to be made, there will always be their shadow." Isaiah spoke with natural contempt. This was the unparalleled sense of superiority of the aristocratic class over the commoners. At the same time, it was accompanied by the desire to attack the rising momentum of the commoners.
The aristocracy would not allow any class to shake its dominance.
Sometimes, merchants would make the aristocracy feel that they were being provoked. Some of them even had more wealth than the aristocracy. Money could move the gods. There were many cases of aristocrats who were on the verge of bankruptcy marrying their daughters to merchants, or marrying a merchant's daughter to become an aristocratic madam.
Liszt smiled.
His idea of the merchant class was the same as that of the aristocracy – to both support and attack them.
… …
Back to the castle.
It was lunchtime. Although he had instructed the kitchen to only order a steak, there was no need for it to be too sumptuous. But when it came time to eat, it was still the same as usual. There was meat, vegetables, shiitake mushrooms, seafood, milk, and white bread.
"Mrs. Abby didn't go shopping?"
"Master, Mrs. Abby went out, but half an hour later, she returned to the kitchen. Maybe she's not used to the lively scene in the town, or maybe she can't let go of the kitchen work. She's too dedicated, always busy. "
"You should tell her that I don't consider raising her salary for the time being. So, she doesn't have to keep herself busy. She has to have her own life."
Although he had adapted to the aristocratic identity, he still liked it.
Liszt still retained the goodness of modern people. He hoped that even servants could have their own lives, rather than dedicating themselves to the lord. Life should not only be work, work, work, but also have one's own joys and sorrows, laughter, and a family.
Carter served Liszt.
"For the cook, the kitchen is life. For the servants, the castle is life. Master, you don't have to think about us all the time. The sun climbs from east to west every day, and the servants are busy from morning to night every day. Life is about everyone doing their part. "
These words were very philosophical.
Liszt was speechless.
His ideas were still estranged from this era. He had the pursuit of freedom in his bones, but the concept of class had been branded in the depths of the hearts of everyone in the other world.
If a servant didn't work, could he still be called a servant!
If an aristocrat didn't enjoy life, could he still be called an aristocrat!
Therefore, he had no intention of refuting or correcting Carter's words. On the contrary, his conscience might be a little uncomfortable, but he was quite happy in his heart. If everyone thought like this, the aristocratic master's life would be more stable and comfortable – they were all good people!
Liszt had just finished his lunch and was ready to tease Dosen and Blessedcurls before taking a nap.
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