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Chapter 194 Sprinkle Salt

No matter how good the facilities in the airship are, they are not as comfortable as those on land.

Father Li Zhong made up his mind not to see His Majesty the Emperor. After waiting for a while, he said to Cheng Jinzhou, "Master Sacrifice, shall we go back and celebrate?"

"Go back now?"

The priest chuckled, and said, "I'm afraid you'll be busy after you go back tonight, the ones above..."

He stretched his index finger upwards and said, "Your Majesty, I have to come to see you later."

Cheng Jinzhou laughed and said: "That's a good relationship, I still want to make a county magistrate Dangdang."

Like the previous few times, the priest frowned as if he was drinking pig's feet, chicken soup, snake meat, and old cat soup, and said, "You are already the favored person of God..."

"The patrons of the gods will have resources, so where do you think they should be used?" Cheng Jinzhou asked rhetorically.

"This..." The priest's idea, of course, is to fill the funds of the church, but he has to take into account what Cheng Jinzhou has in mind.

"I know that the Holy Church attaches great importance to the patrons of God, but Daxia is no different than other countries. The Holy Church does not have its own land, but the county magistrate has a county..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the priest interrupted him, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "You don't know how many resources the church has for the patrons of God, do you? That's, that's,"

"Tell me about it?" Cheng Jinzhou immediately turned against the general.Although the Holy Church will find a new patron of God every few years, Daxia has never appeared for so many years, and Li Zhong has come to Daxia since he was young. I am afraid that he does not know the specific content. .

As expected, the priest was stunned for a moment, but still quickly shook his head and said, "How much material can a county use up, not to mention other things, just all kinds of lapis lazuli, purple cloud stone, and various precious metals can be exchanged for tens of thousands of taels." Silver, if you can find a way to spend money, you can get more money, and manpower is no problem. And..."

He lowered his voice and said, "The church has a history of sending guardian knights and star warlocks..."

If the Guardian Knight leaves Xingzhou, it usually means war. Cheng Jinzhou was shocked, slowed down his facial expression, and said straightforwardly: "I remember that you once made a steam engine. Do you think that is expensive?"

The priest laughed and said: "I still have one in the yard. That thing is good to use and can be compared to hundreds or even thousands of manpower, but it is also expensive. When I was in Xingzhou, it cost 3000 to [-] It costs two taels of silver each, which is often used in industry and mining, but in Daxia, the cost is at least [-] yuan."

He pricked two fingers and said, "I'm afraid it will be a waste to spend this money."

"I have asked my second uncle to find a place with iron and coal. When the time comes, he will be transferred to that place and we will build our own steam engine." He didn't know much about things like the Industrial Revolution, but there was nothing wrong with copying it.

The industrial revolution in modern Europe was actually a very natural process of accumulation. As far as the conditions are concerned, it is more of the superposition of political and cultural factors over the years. There is actually nothing special about the requirements for technology itself—the United Kingdom at that time, the There are no prophets in Germany to guide the direction of mankind. Everyone is doing what they are doing, trying to find ways to develop in a direction that is beneficial to them. Isn’t that a path that destroys the earth and reshape life?
He is at least a half-prophet, and it is not impossible to go through this process again if he wants to.

Furthermore, what he really values ​​is not changing the national power of Daxia or changing the political life of Daxia. What he hopes to see is still the improvement of social productivity.

The real meaning of industry should be the improvement of productivity. With the increase of productivity, the same number of people can produce more things, and he will have more things to sell to the Star Alliance.

Perhaps until then, his real advantage will be revealed: the market of the Star Alliance is so extensive, and the economic crisis that will inevitably arise from the rapid development of the capitalist world will not even appear in his hands.

Looking at modern society, most factories are facing the problem of reducing production instead of increasing production. New capital is constantly invested in advertising, sales, etc., instead of expanding the way of reproduction.In fact, the golden age in the history of the world is a process from scarcity to abundance. As long as things are produced, they can be sold, and as long as they have money, they can buy equipment and increase factories. Such a happy life, since the 70s, the people of the world have been It's hard to enjoy it anymore. The Chinese barely enjoyed it until the 90s, and eventually fell apart.

There will be no surplus products, no overpriced raw materials—perhaps in the eyes of the leaders of some countries, this is the real utopia, the utopia.

Father Li Zhong couldn't understand Cheng Jinzhou's thoughts, but he saw that it was difficult to convince him, so he simply said: "Let's go back and perform the ceremony first. Promoting miracles is also an important part of the church."

"Isn't God's favored person a miracle?"

"Ordinary people can't see it, and it's hard to understand how it can be regarded as a miracle." The priest pointed to the scroll in Cheng Jinzhou's hand, and then pointed to it: "The combination of the bishop of the church and the purple scroll is earth-shattering."

Cheng Jinzhou immediately asked: "Earth-shattering?"

"With miracles, it is easier for the church to develop. Let's go back and talk about it in detail." The priest said, leading him to the stern of the ship.

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Hou Wenwu stood under a black and blue pine tree, looking at the winding torches in front of him, his heart was very excited.

There is no impenetrable wall in the imperial court, and he is a famous figure in the royalist faction. As soon as he heard about the fifth prince's strategy, he came excitedly to watch it.

As a typical figure in the center of the world, his smooth life allowed him to enter the core of national power without any effort.

However, a wrong choice made him completely frozen, and because he offended Li Shangshu, he couldn't move even an inch from the duties of the household department.Going out of Beijing to check some warehouse affairs, even without showing the slightest political achievements.

Although in his imagination, Hou Wenwu thought that he could bear everything, and wait until the day when the clouds are cleared.

However, the gazes of his colleagues, the slight strife, and the seemingly nonexistent crowding out made his anger continue to accumulate.

He could never afford to be wrong, as in everything he had done over the years, he had always been proven right.

"They are really going to spread salt." Hou Wenwu looked at it for a while and then said with a smile.

The knights who were with him looked into the distance, and said with a little surprise: "Sprinkling salt is a bit harsh, Wu Shuangsheng is really daring."

Sprinkling salt on the land is known as a dead end.Even when the two countries fought each other, it was rarely used.Occupying a place always requires taxation. If there is no output per acre and no population subscribers, what is the difference between such a no-man's land and the Gobi desert.

But Hou Wenwu smiled dissatisfied: "He really dared to rent the 15 mu of land. Now at least it will cost him tens of thousands of taels of silver, and there are tens of thousands of tenants who have to deal with it. I also want to see the stars How did the Warlock Association discuss with him about these lands? That is a fertile land worth millions, tens of millions of taels."

"Aren't you afraid that they will find the imperial court in the end?"

"Wu Shuangsheng is an idiot, but others are not." Hou Wenwu snorted and said, "Even if His Majesty is willing to pay tens of millions of taels of silver, the Third Division will not be able to get it out. The annual taxes are not enough, let alone Talk about this kind of thing. In the end, the rich always take the money."

Seeing the last soldier disappear at the end of the road, Hou Wenwu pointed up again and said, "Let's go to the hill."

That was the position he had chosen long ago.

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The fourth commander of the Xia Jing Garrison is a well-known master's unit.

Among them, the officers are all nobles, and the soldiers are either children of rich families or servants of nobles.

If there is no establishment of cavalry and cavalry, the number of knight retinues alone can be doubled.

As for the Commander Wu Shuangsheng, he even hangs around the Art Museum all the year round, and if he doesn't go to the peak, he can easily see no one in the barracks.

Now he was swaying, on the horse, following in the wrong middle.

Even the team is controlled by the officer corps below.

Although the nobles of Daxia have various shortcomings, their family inheritance can actually bring good education.

Think about it, the poor children of the military academy may never have the chance to speak a word with the general in their entire lives, and their chances of learning advanced strategy are almost zero. If they are lucky-they may be able to listen to two lectures by senior officers Course, to figure out a little puzzled problem.

As for the high-ranking nobles, when they were young, they played wars behind the general's grandfather's ass. When the poor children listened to the hunting stories, they were listening to the real battle examples and real analysis of the grandpa. They had countless opportunities. , Repeatedly asking questions that you don't understand, you can argue with senior military officers better - with such educational conditions, if the speed of promotion is slower than that of the poor, it is unreasonable and unfair.

Wu Shuangsheng was half asleep when he was pushed twice by the adjutant. The latter whispered: "My lord, we are in place."

"Go get some water." Wu Shuangsheng wiped his mouth, just now he dreamed of four people fighting on the bed, and the dream was so exhausting.

The adjutant waved the torch twice, and the officers shouted.

The so-called secret operation, through them, has no concealment at all.

The garrison troops in the capital, except for Miyagi, dared not enter, even the walls of the second gate dared to tear down.

The soldiers pulled the donkeys and oxen they had brought in temporarily, and walked towards the river and ditches.

Spreading salt is actually a very technical job, because salt is very expensive, and the salt obtained temporarily in the capital is even more expensive, so it is necessary to spread it well, and it is best to melt it in large quantities to avoid insufficient quantity in the end.

On the top of the hill, Hou Wenwu even held his hands and laughed.

He had already secretly prepared a draft in his heart, planning how to provoke it again.

Several soldiers began to pour salt water on the vegetable and rice fields in front of them.

The officers shouted loudly: "Quick, quick, quick, it takes 10,000+ acres of land."

He didn't move at all.

Wu Shuangsheng is still dreaming about the story of his four people sharing the same bed.

In the dark sky, a string of shining light spots streaked across.

The messenger lying on top of the astromancer shouted loudly: "Stop, stop—"

The voice was shrill and miserable.

Wu Shuangsheng rubbed his hands and smiled: "You can't stop, little girl, I'm here."

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(End of this chapter)