Apocalyptic Dragonborn Lord

Chapter 8 Wealth of the Enemy Country

At this time, it was Maester Ramon who came out to smooth things over again, "Your Excellency, you can't blame him entirely, and the current financial situation of the territory is stretched, and he doesn't have the money to improve the food. This is already the limit of what he can do."

"Even if you are so poor, you can't openly find a few stones and put them on a plate to fool me. And look, there are white maggots crawling in this jam, eh~~ And these sausages still have blood coming out!"

As hungry as he could be, Stannis would rather die than move what was on his plate.

It was still Robert who rolled his eyes wittily, "Boss, why don't I ask the hunter outside the door to offer a few rabbits before I hunt them down, and cook a pot with herbs, it's delicious!"

His words made Stannis salivate, "Yoxi, your conscience is so bad, don't hurry up!"

"Yes, boss." Robert hurried out.

While waiting for the food, Stannis's head was not idle, and now he had a lot of questions in his stomach that urgently needed to be resolved.

For example, as a dignified earl, why is he so poor?
"By the way, when you were negotiating with the goblins yesterday, you said that bit of gold is all I have?"

Bachelor Romond nodded, "Yes, this is the money you got from sending Robert to the countryside to scour it."

Stannis was incredulous, "As an earl, I should be so poor?"

"Yes, sir, you are that poor." The old man added a knife.

"This guy... no, I mean how can my financial situation be so miserable!"

"It's not that you and a certain sycophant eat, drink and have fun every day, and the former lord has hundreds of mistresses." Bachelor Romon said while aiming at Robert, who was about to walk in with a rabbit, but the latter had already taken back his steps. The foot that came and then disappeared.

"Damn! How can being so poor allow me to embark on the road to rise, no, I have to figure it out!" For the first time, Stannis felt that the knowledge he brought from the real world came in handy.

That's his accounting skills!
Back then, he was also known as the little prince of accounting, otherwise, how could he be poached by this famous firm right after graduation.

Although, he didn't know until a year later that the office was just looking for a coolie who ate less and worked more...

"Move all the accounting vouchers related to expenditure and income in the past five years to my study." Stannis ordered. In his memory, there is a study in this castle, but this body has never entered it.

"Accounting vouchers?" The grand maester obviously couldn't understand this word.

"It's the ledger! It's impossible for this territory to have no record of money coming in and out!" Stannis shouted.

"I know, those things are piled up in the basement." The bachelor finally remembered that he has been doing the finances of the territory all along, but he just simply wrote down the figures.

"Move all those things to the study quickly, so I can review them carefully!"

Korodov was still kept in the dark. In his impression, the lord never cared about these things, and always just asked for money. "What do you think these things are for?"

Stannis gave him a contemptuous look, "I'm going bankrupt if I don't look at these things anymore, boss! Are you supporting me?"

Korodoff immediately shut up.

Stannis rubbed his hands, and the excitement of the sense of mission flowed through his whole body. These white people have almost zero knowledge of the economy. With his strong financial knowledge and smart mind, he not only wants to become the Duke, but also to become the Duke. The richest man in the Western Continent!

After just an hour, he was giving up hope on that goal.

He has never seen such a chaotic account. Uncle Zhang, who sells deep-fried dough sticks at the door, remembers ten times more clearly than this in his notebook, and he is richer. He was surprised to find that the original numbers can be arranged in such a wild and unconstrained order, but it hurts himself. brain.

But fortunately, the stewed rabbit meat soup finally allowed him to regain his strength. This kind of pure natural wild game is not something that people like him can eat casually in the era after 1000 years.

After a whole day and night of research, Stannis finally sorted out these messy numbers roughly.

But after figuring out these income and expenditure, his blood almost spit out without breath.

The first is income. His territory includes a castle, surrounding towns, and three villages. The main income is land tax and head money. Because there is no church here, there is no hope of cheating money by religion.

Part of it is commercial tax, but looking at those records, it is more like the road money that was forcibly collected when the caravan passed through the territory.

In short, all these messy incomes add up to 2000 gold coins per year. Since he doesn't know the purchasing power here, he doesn't know how much it is.

As for spending...

It's been five years of running deficits...

Half of this is the tax paid on the lord's duty to the empire...

The remaining 80% goes to military spending...

20% is used for the daily expenses of the castle...

Other public expenditures, such as road construction, disaster relief, and pensions are all absent. He began to understand why no one in this territory said he was well.

What's more, there is still a large amount of money spent on the previous Stannis's food, drink and entertainment...

Why is this guy such a loser!He was surprised that this place hadn't been leveled.

Looking at the dense amount of debts and the names of creditors, Stannis felt his scalp tingling. The interest generated by these debts would double at an astonishing rate every year, unless there was a windfall or the creditors died overnight. Otherwise, he would see no hope of repaying the debt at all.

Stannis let out a long sigh and passed out on the ledger. He had better commit suicide, and hoped that he could pass through someone better next time.

(End of this chapter)