"Before I said anything, I said that I would trade him with iron. He was quite happy anyway." Winters sighed: "In the end, it's better to smelt iron. If there is no iron, we really have to change our name to Tiefeng."

Ministry, paint your face again, and go to Baishan County to find a bald man to hunt grass in the valley."

Mason also sighed: "Yes, in the final analysis, we still need to have a pillar industry."

"It's okay, don't worry." Winters smiled: "Isn't it much better now than when we only had five or six towns? There is nothing to worry about."

Once the salt and iron matters were settled, the meeting should have been adjourned directly, but Winters refused to let Andre and Moritz leave and insisted on continuing the meeting.

"Didn't you hate meetings in the past?" Andre couldn't help but ask Winters.

"Keep on insisting." Winters said in a solemn tone: "I think... the salt matter has exposed two problems, which must be solved."

"What's the problem?" Andre grabbed the spot: "The problem is there's no salt?"

"The first question." Winters said word by word: "Tiefeng County is currently unable to survive independently without being separated from the outside world. Many things must be purchased from the outside. The New Reclamation Corps is already blocking us, but

The time is still short and it has not yet shown its power.”

Mason sat up straight and his expression became serious. He thought Winters wanted to chat, but he didn't expect to talk about this. Andre stopped yelling to leave. Even Moritz opened his eyes.

, and listened curiously.

"As long as Tiefeng County can produce the various materials it needs, it must find a way to produce them on its own. If it cannot produce them itself, then it must be traded, smuggled, or robbed."

"A living person cannot be choked to death by urinating." Andre smacked his lips and said, "It's just like this."

"Second question." Winters gently flicked the blade of the knife: "Our military government doesn't know what the people need. The price of salt is rising, but I didn't notice it until the enemy reminded me. This shows that our eyes and ears are

It's blocked. It needs to be opened, otherwise even if the salt problem is solved, other problems will arise."

"How do you open it?" Mason asked.

"I have a rough idea - gather together the merchants of Gevaudan and farmers from various towns to listen to their needs. In the past, when the lords were particularly dissolute and unscrupulous, the people would petition and hold a grievance meeting. We can also

Yes." Winters said with a smile: "But it doesn't sound good to complain, so let's call it a consultation meeting. How about that?"

"Isn't that the County Council?"

"No, the county council has power. But I don't want to decentralize power now. Let's vote."

Again, one vote abstained and three votes passed.

"Not only do we have to listen to what the people say." Winters rubbed his chin: "We also have to tell the people what we want to say. Andre, do you remember the newspaper in Antler Town?"

"Isn't the racecourse what it looks like in the newspaper?" Andre replied.

"I want to run a Dibao in Jevaudan... It doesn't have to be called a Dibao. It is a regular notice posted in every village and town. Hailan has a group of information dealers who specialize in selling handwritten [Hailan tabloid].

Just let them do it."

Winters laughed happily: "Not only must we win, but we must also let more people know about our victory. We must let them know that we are fighting for their interests."

Andre waved his hands in panic: "It's up to you. Just don't let me write. It's up to you."

"Senior." Winters held Mason's hand: "I know that you are the most reliable person."

Mason calmly pulled out his hand: "I don't know how to write or write..."

"Lieutenant Colonel?"

Moritz has fallen asleep.

"You all?" Winters slammed the table and was so angry: "I'm going to find Bud!"

"Bard has enough things to do, and he is so far away, so how can he care about Gevaudin." Mason patted Winters on the shoulder: "You'd better do it yourself."

…

The Little Lion quickly got Winters' offer.

"Little lion, does your brother want an iron pot?" Winters excitedly took the little lion's hand: "If you pay more, I'll get an iron stove for you!"

…

Senior student Balazs Yusas of White Mountain County also quickly received a reply from Winters.

Winters hugged a saddle and told his senior with tears in his eyes: "You are right, without salt, you really can't raise a good horse. So I reluctantly ordered all the horses to be killed. You can take this saddle back."

Give it to the light...oh no, give it to Colonel Gesa as a souvenir."

…

One day later, the bald man who was waiting anxiously on the east bank of the Anya River finally saw the returning messenger.

"How is my horse?" Colonel Gesa asked Balazs impatiently: "Does he agree?"

Balazs took out a saddle, dumbfounded: "That little guy talked a lot of nonsense, but he just didn't agree."

"We agreed to negotiate with him in exchange, but he refused." Gesa was furious: "Does he want to force me to rob him?"

"That's not the case." Balazs smacked his lips: "The little guy asked you if there is anything else you would like to exchange for, tobacco, beet, sesame oil. The stock is limited, and large quantities will be given."
Chapter completed!