"Isn't that an exchange?" The merchant lady asked with interest as she watched the behavior of the group of young adventurers.
"It's not so much an exchange as it is a charity, Miss Roman." Sanford replied from behind.
Roman stretched out his finger and tapped his chin: "But it's obviously an exchange. Buying hope with food is an exchange, isn't it?"
"Purchasing hope with food? What does this mean?" Antitina was stunned. In fact, it was not just her, but everyone was surprised by this sentence: Is this considered an exchange?
But wait!
But only Brando reacted at this moment. He immediately couldn't help but look at Roman with an incredible look, thinking about how long this guy's little head is and how he can always think of things that ordinary people can't see.
place. He immediately organized his thoughts, and then asked: "Antitina, if this territory is handed over to you to manage, how long will it take for you to allow spontaneous business activities to occur here."
After hearing this question, the noble daughter immediately realized that there was something in Brando's words. She couldn't help but glance at him and wondered whether the young lord had any thoughts about this territory? Or was it just a test for herself?
But no matter what, she still looked at these half-dressed residents on the street who looked like refugees and thought about it carefully, and replied with some embarrassment: "It can take as little as one year, as long as two years. The people have no wealth and lack of business."
The basis for the behavior. Even re-formulating taxes and allocating land will require a relatively long period of wealth accumulation... But in any case, I am sure that business behavior will reappear here within two years; it is just that the road is a little troublesome, and it will take a long time to accumulate wealth...
I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money to build roads..."
"So, if we distribute the wealth, won't the people have wealth?" Roman interrupted her and said matter-of-factly.
Antitina was suffocated, "Does this... make sense?" She couldn't help but asked with some difficulty: "This is the same as those guys who are addicted to gambling lending their money to people who have no money to participate in gambling, and then let them
Is there any difference between them and their own gambling behavior? What they win in the end is just their own money, and there is even a risk of losing because of it..."
She couldn't help but look at Roman, as if she were looking at the guy she said was addicted to gambling. But here should be called another way of saying it, he was addicted to business as much as his life.
"Of course it makes sense. You see, Antitina said it was 'borrowed', didn't she? So the cute gambler was able to win more money in the end, but the money was all written on the IOU."
"But those people are just paupers after all. Even if they have an IOU, so what, in fact they still don't get a penny." Antitina retorted.
Roman raised his chin and shook his fingers, and her actions caught Brando's eyes and almost thought he saw a capitalist who did things neatly.
"Indeed, not everyone wants to be a pauper, right? When we distribute wealth, it is actually a kind of exchange. What we buy is these people's hope for the future," Roman pointed to his eyes: "I see it.
Well, everyone hopes to live a better life. What we give them is the ability to realize this hope, which should be called the 'ability to participate in production', right?"
"When they realized this wish, they naturally fulfilled the meaning of the IOU, and I also gained many more partners who participated in this game." The businesswoman continued to describe: "It is different from gambling.
, if you bury the gold coins in the ground, you will get two gold coins next year."
After saying this, she winked playfully.
"This... that's what I said, but it may be difficult to implement..." Although others were still confused, Antitina finally understood Roman's thoughts. But she couldn't accept this anyway.
Unconstrained logic.
"It is indeed difficult..." Brando nodded, and then he couldn't help but look at little Roman in admiration. In fact, Roman's idea was not so much an exchange as a form of redistribution, and he was just participating in the redistribution.
It is not only the means of production, but also the capital itself. When capital participates in reproduction, it will increase in value rapidly. Roman's idea is based on the premise that all wealth in the territory belongs to the lord himself. Although it is simple and simple, it can
When thinking about such a problem under such limited conditions, I have to say that my vision is quite advanced.
However, this does require an extremely large plan and consideration at every step, not just a simple matter of sending something out. Brando is not good at this, but he has a simple example that can be used as a reference.
Infrastructure and foreign wars.
"Rather than buying hope, it is better to say it is buying labor power. Although labor power is an added value to the lords, they do not understand that although all the wealth in the territory belongs to the lords themselves, the speed at which new wealth is created is
There is a difference," Brando replied: "Of course, if you want to do this, how to distribute the wealth is a key."
"Antitina, do you have any ideas?" the young man asked casually.
"Building roads."
The idea of the noble daughter simply coincided with that of her lord. Then she hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered her voice and asked in a low voice: "Lord, what do you think of this place?"
In the past, Antitina could hardly imagine that she would encourage her lord to attack another legal lord of the kingdom and seize the opportunity to seize the other party's territory - this is simply a kind of blatant rebellion. But as time goes by
As time went by, the situation in this ancient kingdom became worse and worse day by day. News of the turbulent situation came from outside. In addition, after she witnessed everything the cold-blooded and decadent nobles did, her last illusion about the kingdom had already begun.
A little bit of disillusionment.
Brando nodded and shook his head.
Of course he has ideas. Baron Grudin's territory is almost adjacent to his future territory. In addition, this guy is not a good bird. Needless to say, he will be the first to attack him. But not now.
Now he lacks both the strength and the opportunity. Wait two more months, and when the November coup (also known as the December coup) occurs, various places will declare independence, and no one will care about the last small incident on the southern border.
The lords attacked each other.
But he does have a headache. It has to be said that Tonigel is indeed one of the most barren territories in the entire Eruin at this season. He was originally worried that Roman might be tied up in a place like this, but he didn't expect the instinct of the business lady.
It is so powerful that it can be used anywhere.
Brando now even wonders if little Roman could be happily doing business with those demons if she were thrown 'down there'.
But anyway, after having a preliminary idea, the only thing left is how to perfect the idea and the issue of money. The issue of money is not a big problem for Brando for the time being. He got it by blackmailing the little noble
The money and the money being escorted from Prague will serve as his start-up capital, and the rest will be left to the rich mineral resources in the south.
As a basic rule of time travel, if a time traveler cannot make any contribution to minerals, Brando will feel that his life has been in vain.
But at this moment, a loud 'snap' of a riding crop interrupted his train of thought. Brando was startled, and he and the others turned around, just in time to see a small group of cavalry entering the city from behind. Although these cavalry
The equipment was in a mess, but the flags were clear. The young people saw the emblem on their flags - a pelican on a staggered black and white grid. The background color came from the family emblem of Gendenelle, which means that this noble and Jeanne
Earl Denel has a direct relationship, so Brando immediately understood that these people were private soldiers of Baron Grudin.
At this moment, these cavalrymen were raising their whips to drive away the residents on both sides of the street. If they retreated a little slower, they would be severely whipped. Those sallow-looking men and women were driven away like a group of animals. This scene fell on the riders
It seemed to be extremely interesting in their eyes, and they couldn't help laughing, and even staggered in laughter.
Antitina frowned, this scene was common to her. The security cavalry in Braggs were not so domineering.
Then she heard the red-haired girl beside her, Akane, snort coldly.
"They seem to be dragging something behind them." Sanford suddenly pointed behind the group of riders and said.
"It's a corpse." Brando replied: "These private soldiers of the nobles went out to suppress bandits." After he finished speaking, he sighed softly.
"What's wrong?"
Antitina was stunned, isn't this a normal thing?
But Brando waved his hand to signal her not to speak, and then pointed for her. The noble daughter took a closer look, and sure enough, she saw some women not far away. After seeing the corpses, they suddenly knelt down on the ground and covered their faces.
She began to cry. She was startled for a moment, and then asked incomprehensibly: "...What is going on?"
"It is better to say that they are bandits than farmers who have been forced to survive by the lord's taxes. It is better to say that the bandits in the mountains and forests outside are refugees evading taxes. In fact, most of their lives are no different from ordinary farmers. They really participate in
There are not many people who rob. They are just defined as 'inhumans' because of tax evasion." A gray wolf mercenary replied who was very familiar with all this. He gritted his teeth and replied: "My father is like this too.
Damn it, these hateful nobles..."
"Only men?" Antitina took a breath and asked.
"Of course, life outside is not paradise." Brando nodded.
After he finished speaking, the surroundings seemed to fall into a strange silence. Except for the shouts and curses of the noble private soldiers and the low cries of women, no one spoke for a while.
