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Chapter 26 The Pride and Hope of a Wessenburger

The salt on the ship was quickly moved, and the carriage here can hold twice as much cargo as compared to other places. The carriage is not slow at all, and it is stable.

There is a special place to buy table salt by the pier. The staff randomly selected a few barrels, took a certain volume of salt, put it into a conical measuring cylinder, and added water to dissolve it all.

Wait for the brine to stand still for a while, and the impurities inside will settle at the bottom of the graduated cylinder.

The quality of this batch of salt is good, belonging to the first grade.

Because the wooden barrels are sold separately, it took a little time to pour out all the salt and find another container to put it in.

When the two parties signed the contract, the owner pointed to an item on the contract and asked, "What's the matter with this stamp duty? I haven't heard of it anywhere else."

The intermediary brother immediately explained: "This is a kind of transaction tax invented by our young master after he took over the house. According to the proportion of the contract, he bought a tax stamp and pasted it on it. If there is a lawsuit, the court will recognize the tax stamp first. Contract as evidence."

"If some taxes are added, the tax bureau will keep the attachments for one month to 50 years. Even if the time limit is exceeded, you can check the names of both parties, the number of goods traded and the amount of money in the registration book."

The owner of the cargo immediately understood, and praised: "This method is good, and it will be much more convenient if you want to file a lawsuit."

"That's right." The brokerage brother said, "We don't have to argue so much when we ask for brokerage fees."

Armand studied it with a tax stamp at the side. It was a small piece of white cotton cloth with red roses and green flower vines printed on it, and the year and month on the bottom, which could be pasted on the parchment with paste.

He couldn't help but ponder. The tax rate of this kind of stamp duty is not high, but it comes from a wide range of sources, and merchants are willing to pay it. The annual income is quite a lot.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being curious about Frederick.

After selling the salt and barrels, they went to sell beans.

When he got to the edge of the city, Armand suddenly found that there were many children on the grass beside the city wall.

The youngest of these children is more than 3 years old, and the oldest is about 10 years old. A group of a dozen or so children are sitting around on the grass. Each circle of children wears a hat of one color, and an adult is teaching them to recognize things and count. , sing nursery rhymes, and teach literacy and arithmetic to the older ones.

Armand asked in surprise: "Whose children are they?"

The old man in the agency replied with a smile: "It's our child, and my little boy is here too. Look, it's the one with the green dress in the white hat with the red border."

Armand saw the little friend, who was about five years old, putting his hands on his head to imitate the ears of rabbits with others, singing "little rabbits are jumping around on the grass, their big ears are moving happily to the rhythm." ".

A smile appeared on his face, and he said, "It's quite interesting."

The broker said with a smile: "A while ago, the new workshop opened by Your Excellency BASF was short of manpower, so I planned to recruit some women to work."

"But many women have to take care of their children at home, so Lord BASF came up with a way to let her fiancée build this kindergarten, so that women don't have to take their children out to work at home."

"The news spread within two days. My family discussed it and decided to send the child there too."

"My mother-in-law is a tailor. She didn't have a lot of work to take care of the children at home. Now that she is given some money to take care of the children in the kindergarten, she goes to work in the tailor shop. The family can earn several shiny silver coins a month."

"I sent my child to the pier early in the morning. In the evening, my mother-in-law took her home after work. I bought some steam bread on the way. When I got home, the soup was cooked and I was ready to eat."

"Here, the place where the house is built over there will be the kindergarten building in the future, and now the children can only make do in the big tent."

"My little boy has not been able to enter the new house, but I heard that the little master plans to open a lot of schools in the past two years, and children over six years old will learn to write and count."

"If you are promising, you can go to Weissburg University to learn magic, and if you can't, you can go to the union school to learn a craft..."

Armand suddenly discovered that the intermediary brother's ramblings revealed a hint of pride and hope for the future.

He is no stranger to this. When he was drinking with his classmates in the military school and bragging about their future life, they were so proud and full of hope for the future.

However, they are all sons of nobles. Their father is the king's favorite, and their godfather is the Marshal of Gaul. The other families are also either rich or noble, and they all have a bright future.

As for this intermediary, for a civilian like him who has no force, no financial resources, and no status, what does a bright future look like, and why is he proud?
Armand couldn't help Miss Li.

The convoy pulling the chickpeas soon came to the mill by the river. The broker went over to find the mill steward and negotiated business with the owner of the goods. After inspecting the goods, he signed the contract.

The unloaded carriage was called away by another intermediary, and Armand and the others walked to the Yelena Chamber of Commerce not far away.

Armand paid special attention to the waterwheels along the way and found that they turned very fast.

It was almost noon at this time, the weather was very hot, and everyone was sweating a little.

"Yelena Chamber of Commerce" is a common name, and the sign at the gate says "Yelena Sugar Factory" and a white rabbit logo.

It looks a bit shabby here, the houses have just been built, and there are still many houses being built inside.

It is very lively here, and the carriages coming and going occupy the road, and people need to direct the traffic.

The house next to the gate was an eye-opener for Armand. This row of wooden houses has no walls on the side facing the street, and there are several waterwheels behind the river. There are only pillars inside, and there are many tables and chairs. Many people are eating and talking. There is a counter near the sugar factory, and there is steam behind it.

These are not the key point, the point is that the fan driven by the water wheel on the wall blows through the water curtain, bringing cool wind to the hot summer day.

After Armand and the others sat down, the intermediary brother called the salesman from the sugar factory and some "ice crystals".

"What is this?" Armand looked at the cold powder, he had never seen such a thing before.

After Frederick ate the jelly, he tossed out the ice cold powder made of agar. The agar cut into small pieces and served with frozen maltose water became Weissburg's popular summer product to cool off the heat.

The middle man said: "It's too hot, this ice crystal can reduce heat and quench thirst. It's a good thing invented by the little master."

Armand pointed to the sugar factory clerk sitting opposite, and asked, "Then why isn't he?"

The clerk smiled and shook his head and said, "We have a rule that we cannot eat what the guests invite."

Armand nodded, took a little with a spoon and started to eat.

It's cold, sweet, and the taste is indescribable but it feels good. I have never eaten such an interesting thing in the palace.

I haven't finished eating the ice crystal yet, and the business of exchanging chickpea flour for Wesson syrup has been negotiated, and the goods will be picked up in three days.

The brokerage brother paid the brokerage fee, and just about to leave, Armand said, "I want to see the steel products this afternoon, please take me to see it."

"Okay!" The brokerage brother smiled brightly. The steel business is a big business, and the brokerage fee is quite a lot.

He immediately went to call for lunch, and served the customers the most expensive steam bread with salt and stewed pork knuckle with sauerkraut. In front of him was the cheapest steam bread with bran and miscellaneous grains, sauerkraut.

The guests from the Kingdom of Gaul studied the steamed buns for about ten minutes before they sliced ​​and ate them like bread.

Armand glanced at the price list hanging on the pillar, and couldn't help but ask the intermediary brother: "You have a lot of income today, why do you still eat the cheapest one?"

The broker replied with a smile: "I heard from the kindergarten teacher that my little boy is very smart. The family decided to save some money. If he is really promising, he will send him to the University of Wessenburg. The tuition fees there are not low."

Armand felt that this person was proficient in his work, quick in handling affairs and talkative, and wanted to give him a hand, so he said, "You can come to Paris City to find me when the time comes, I think Baron Wesson will recognize my letter of recommendation."

The agency brother was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "The little master said, University of Wessenburg doesn't look at recommendation letters, it only looks at test scores."

Armand couldn't help Miss Li.

But he understood one thing, why this man was full of hope for the future.

(End of this chapter)