The news of the destruction of the Maratha Fort soon reached Dulab's ears. Thinking of the massive supplies that Aslan and the others brought when they returned, Dulab's hands and feet instantly became cold.
With such a tough group of bandits living in front of his house, he can only feel at ease.
"I will accompany you to meet Lord Aslan. Maybe he needs our help." Mukla's reaction was much calmer.
Although the main city of Pune is the main city, it can be described as poor compared to the Maratha Fort. At first, all the nobles with a little money moved to the Maratha Fort.
Nowadays, in the main city of Pune, the real nobility is the Tata family, and there is only one Dulab left. The other dozen or so minor nobles were all in order to facilitate the management of Pune when Dulab came to power.
Canonized by the main city.
Even if Dong Yapu Company wanted to rob, it would not be able to steal anything of value.
What's more, if people really want to rob, they can't stop them.
Accompanied by Mukla, Dulab came to Dongyap Company's headquarters in fear.
A large area of thatched houses, with a huge shed in the middle, and on the left there are many workers building brick kilns.
When Dulab came to Dongyap Company, he happened to be exchanging protein cakes with Dongyap Company after his troops who had sent out to hunt locusts came back.
Each of these soldiers had a smile on their face.
During this hunting trip, they achieved a bumper harvest. They cleared a nearby village of locusts and caught nearly 300,000 locusts, which was enough for them to exchange for 100,000 pieces of protein cakes, which together with multigrain cakes, were enough to feed their troops for a period of time.
Jackli naturally knew Dulab, and when he saw him coming, he immediately led him to Aslan's courtyard.
Aslan was sitting alone in the courtyard, making black tea and looking at the books in his hands. They were all found by Medoriya from the Lord's Mansion of Maratha Castle, and they recorded many interesting humanities about the Yadong subcontinent.
"Here you come! I thought you wouldn't come!" Aslan put down the book in his hand and said calmly.
Mukla smiled and nodded and said: "Such a big thing happened today, why don't you come."
Dulab was almost pulled to his seat by Mukla.
The last time he came, the person responsible for meeting him was Jackley, so he had never seen Aslan, but when he saw Aslan for the first time, he actually showed a surprised expression.
too young.
Originally, he had been fantasizing about Aslan's appearance, that he should be a majestic, masculine and hard-core middle-aged uncle.
"Please drink tea!" Aslan used a wooden clamp to bring two small teacups to the two of them.
Although he brewed black tea, the tea set used by Aslan was a Kung Fu tea utensil. Although he loved drinking tea, the big cup of black tea always tasted wrong. This way of drinking Kung Fu tea was the most suitable for him.
The two of them looked at Aslan suspiciously as he picked up a small teacup and drank tea, and they followed suit.
"Tell me about your conditions! We all have a mutually beneficial relationship. I sent people to establish Dongyapu Company. The real purpose is to make money, and I don't want to go to war." Aslan said calmly, washing the cups with warm water skillfully.
, and finally make tea. The whole process is smooth and smooth, which actually gives people a pleasing feeling.
The corner of Mukla's mouth curled up slightly, he would not believe what Aslan said, and he said it to Durabununu, meaning that he would let him say it.
Dulab took a deep breath and began to reorganize the rhetoric that the teacher taught him along the way.
"We can help cover your industry, but we need food and weapons. Of course we will not ask for them for free, but will buy them at market prices. Of course, your company also needs to pay taxes." Dulab said fearfully.
In his opinion, Aslan has such a strong power that he can buy and sell by force. As for paying taxes, it is even impossible, so his request is very excessive. However, the transaction requires bargaining after all, so the price is higher.
It doesn't matter at all.
Aslan pondered for a while and then said: "Yes, but I ask for preferential policies."
"Agreed!" Dulab was stunned for a moment, and was frightened by Aslan's direct answer.
I agreed to such a demanding request.
Mukla frowned slightly, he always felt something was wrong.
Aslan smiled slightly and said: "Yes, I came to the Principality this time because I saw that the Pune area is very suitable for growing soybeans and corn crops, and I am preparing to build large-scale farms and breeding farms, whether it is for the Pune area
Either I or I can gain huge benefits."
"Wait! What is a breeding farm? What are you planning to breed?" Dulab asked in confusion.
“A breeding farm is a place where large-scale livestock and poultry are raised, mainly pigs and chickens in the early days,” Aslan said.
If poultry and livestock breeding is successful, the price of meat food in Pune will be significantly reduced in the future.
"I fully support these, so what do you need me to do?" Dulab asked curiously.
"I want to rent a large amount of land. The income from the farm must be at my own disposal. Of course, the ownership of the land still belongs to the lord, and of course taxes are inevitable." Aslan said unhurriedly.
"Drink tea!"
Mukla nodded and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
He didn't understand what the benefits of Aslan's actions were. He felt that everything was being built for free for the Pune area.
Aslan suddenly showed a sly smile.
"Of course, there must be prescribed standards for taxation. You can't just change it if you want. It must be negotiated by both parties."
Dulab looked like he didn't understand, while Mukla looked like he suddenly understood.
He believed that Aslan was prepared to take advantage of them in land tax and food tax, and then use the vast land and cheap labor in the Pune area to grow food.
"Taxation does need to be discussed carefully, but we have a necessary condition, and you must agree." Mukla said with a solemn face.
"Oh! Tell me." Aslan frowned slightly and said.
"We cannot sell all the grain produced on the farm. In addition to a portion of the grain tax, we must have the right of first refusal, and we cannot deliberately raise the price." Mukla said sternly, staring at Aslan.
"Of course, if you can agree to this condition, the farmland area requirement can be relaxed."
Aslan stared at Mukla for a long time, and finally nodded and said, "Okay! That's it. If you dare to put forward unreasonable conditions again, we will break up."
Facing Aslan's threat, Mukla quickly smiled happily and started chatting with Aslan. Dulab remained confused from beginning to end, completely unaware of Mukla's purpose in doing all this.
Mukla thought he had seen through Aslan's plan, but in fact it was just a trap deliberately prepared by Aslan for Mukla.