Chapter 12 To lose the family, build roads first, then buy ships
This is still based on the premise that it doesn't rain.
Once it rains, those bad dirt roads will become very terrible, often sinking the wheels of carriages, especially carriages carrying heavy metal ingots. The worst situation is unimaginable.
[Wetland] Over there, many dwarves have been dragged back to Ironforge recently, resulting in a lack of transportation workers and increased freight costs.
After the tool man explained it, McDonald realized that it turned out that the toll had increased recently!
McDonald was just about to say that I would also pay for travel expenses...
Suddenly the system's highlight prompt came.
[Warning! Warning! It is detected that the host is trying to sell the property at a price lower than the production cost...]
Damn it, isn't Azeroth at the critical moment of human life and death at this time?
Do you think the human kingdom can win this battle without spending money?
"Form up five more horse teams to transport supplies in Lordaeron. Then, I will build a stone trunk road from Stratholme to Andorhal..."
When the mayor heard this, he was frightened.
The main roads in the Kingdom of Lordaeron are not awesome at all.
At this point in time, Lordaeron was the most powerful nation in mankind, and the main roads between the various provinces were all dirt roads made by humans and horses.
To be fair, the athletic ability of ordinary humans is not as good as that of orcs, and horses are not as good as giant wargs that can run long distances. For example, the wargs of the Frostwolf clan are more than two meters long, except that the wolves are a little lower than the ground.
The size of a heavy war horse. The most outrageous thing is that the warg has the ability to run long distances and has better endurance than most Lordaeron horses.
Because he knew that the war would reach Lordaeron sooner or later, McDonald was in a dilemma.
If you want to get rich, build roads first.
After building the road, he would probably be able to make money back in the future, which would make his money-spending plan more difficult.
On the other hand, if the prodigal failed, the orcs would first burn down his lair in Stratholme, or even kill him. This would be a huge loss.
This is not an ordinary prodigal 'game', game-over can kill people!
So after a second of 'thoughtful consideration', McDonald decided to build the road.
"Your Excellency, the roads cannot be repaired by our family. Outside the territory, if the roads are still bad, the transportation speed will still slow down."
It has to be said that the mayor's shoes are definitely an excellent tool man, and McDonald is not happy with him.
I was still thinking before, if the mayor is so good, how can I lose my fortune?
Unexpectedly, he revealed the key to a ruined family.
This is like a highway that can reach speeds of 100 miles per hour. When you turn around and exit the toll gate, you will be given a two-meter-wide dirt road. If it is not stuck, the transportation team will be in ecstasy.
MacDonald's eyes lit up: "Huh! I can do whatever I want in my territory. As for convincing other dukes, that's my business."
When McDonald told him his road construction plan, the tool man's mouth opened so wide that he could fit an egg into it.
The prototype of MacDonald's road construction was the Roman Avenue, which was mainly paved with stone and partially mixed with metal materials.
Roads were composed of curved stones. These stone forms and walkways above the road surface facilitated drainage. In addition to walkways, there were bridleways and drainage ditches on both sides of the road. The construction of Roman roads relied on precise surveying processes, including throughput.
The hillsides were cut, bridges were used to connect rivers and ravines, and wooden piles were used as foundation supports for slippery ground parts.
McDonald slightly improved it and, with a stroke of his pen, changed it into a standard two-way four-lane super highway with shoulders (emergency parking lanes) and sidewalks.
There is still no cement. If cement is developed for him...
Barcellas saw it and vomited blood on the spot: "My lord, the amount of this project is too huge, I'm afraid..."
The terrain of Stratholme Territory is a bit bad. Not to mention the alpine basin, the relatively flat areas of the entire territory are roughly in the shape of an inverted C. Without the support of the dwarves' tunneling technology through the mountains, this road would have been a huge detour.
Circle to get out.
"Don't you often tell me that many people have no work? I will pay to hire some idle men and then issue corvee services."
Seeing his own Duke spending more than 10,000 gold coins just collected with a wave of his hand, the mayor was dumbfounded.
Before the trouble was over, McDonald closed his eyes and meditated. When he opened his eyes again, he ordered: "Tell the people of Kul Tiran that I want to hire 20 large cargo ships with a capacity of 500 tons. In addition, I will buy 10 second-hand ones.
Order another 20 large ships, and build them as big as you can."
"Ah!" The tool man was shocked!
Ten years of army, one hundred years of navy!
There is no nonsense in this statement.
Cultivating an elite army requires training in blood and fire, but ten years is enough.
The navy is expensive, the ship construction cost is high, and the maintenance cost is high. It is not an island country like Kul Tiras, so there is no need to play a navy. What's more, it is an inland territory like Stratholme?
Mayor Barcellas subconsciously tried to persuade him, but as he spoke, he was immediately discouraged when he met McDonald's piercing eyes.
Immediately, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, because the previous palace minister had just resigned due to corruption. Doesn't the Duke want to reuse him by giving him tasks other than his official duties?
Thinking that he was very likely to become the new Prime Minister of the Duke's Palace, Barcellas immediately nodded: "Understood! I don't know much about ships, so I will go inquire and verify."
"Remember, I only want the best!"
The best ones are often the most expensive ones!
Seeing that the tool man was so enlightened and no longer tried to persuade him not to waste his fortune, McDonald said, "I feel very relieved."
Dismissing the tool man, McDonald focused his attention on the new function of the 0.1 system version [Professional Road].
Since we have to stay here until the end of the first Dark Portal War, saving our lives must also be put on the agenda. It turns out that in history, the Kingdom of Stormwind took about a year and a half from being invaded by the tribe to the fall of the capital.
According to the stable mentality of "there will always be unscrupulous people who want to harm me", it is not too much for me to learn a profession, right?
You don’t need to be able to fight and resist, but at least you can run away quickly if something happens!
[As long as you spend an additional 50,000 gold coins, the host can randomly choose one of the following eight professions. 】
As soon as someone sees the extra amount of money lost, he immediately grimaces and makes the whole person feel bad.
Having been tricked once by Uther, he already had a psychological shadow.
The higher the goal of losing money, the easier it is for something to go wrong.
But if you don’t choose, you will be afraid.
"System, can I choose my own career?"
[For designated professions, an additional 300,000 gold coin consumption limit is required. 】
Can't afford to lose, farewell!
"Excuse me, I'll just do it randomly."
In fact, what McDonald wanted most was definitely the cloth armor career. After all, when his father was busy, he was the one who took care of him. Even if he was caught by his father doing boring and boring squatting in the mines, driving the trumpet and waiting for the game.
If the silver mine is refreshed, he will mine it and he will be happy with it.
And all I played at the beginning were remote professions.
Remote is great!
Silly, he grabbed the tank with the thickest armor and held it in front to receive the most severe beatings.
