Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 325

2021-06-12

Chapter 325 Negotiations
Viewing back to the guild, in the sea of Platonic dialects, three The Veneta people who use the name "Sea Blue Yayin" seem to be encrypting calls.

Mr Leo is clearly confused by Andre's metaphor, he looks towards Winters.

Winters sighed, said the puzzle to Mr. Leo.

"Wonderful metaphor." Mr. Leo couldn't stop laughing: "The 1st Step is to take the sheep across the river?"

"That's right." Andre came at once Interest: "How did you know?"

Mr. Leo seems to have great enthusiasm for solving problems: "Second Step? Bring the sheep back? Well, no, the sheep will eat the turnips... ..."

"Of course not." Andrei was quite proud: "Second Step is the key, and it took me a long time to figure it out."

Winters' brain Jen is in pain. He has already seen that Philip Leo has always talked about people and ghosts. He seems to be eloquent, but in fact not one drop of water can leak out.

If necessary, the Navarre Trading Company partner can discuss crossing the river with Andre for three days and three nights without revealing any valuable information.

"What a mess of old man and wolves!" Winters put down his glass and told Andre bluntly, "It's all about getting what he needs."

Mr. Leo raised his glass , took a sip.

Now it was Andre's turn to not understand.

“What are we missing the most right now?” Winters asked Andre.

"Is there any need to say that?" Andre replied without hesitation: "Eat."

Because the peasants fled and caused a lot of land to be abandoned, Tiefeng County had already stood there. The cliff edge of famine.

According to Mason Senior's calculations, if the grain rationing system is strictly implemented, Iron Peak County may barely be able to last until next summer's harvest.

However, the massive attack of the Teltown Department was equivalent to pushing Iron Peak County fiercely down the cliff.

Now, Mason Senior sighs all day long while holding the ledger, counting how many hairs on the pillow is a must for Senior's homework every morning.

Winters didn't feel anything.

Last year, he was still a little anxious when he checked the warehouse and learned that there might be a shortage of food.

Now that it is certain that there is not enough food to eat, Winters has let go.

Is there not enough food in Little Rock? Allocate rations.

Is the price of Revodan flour still rising? Then give free bread to the poor all over the city.

According to the current consumption rate, the grain storage in Tiefeng County will not be able to survive this winter, let alone until next summer harvest.

"Originally, I planned to buy grain from Baishan County." Winters looked at the golden liquid in the cup—the fermentation broth was also made of bread, which was a luxury.

"Buy a fart." Andre groaned: "How can we have any money? Just - um, that's it."

Mr. Leo sees his nose and mouth , holding the wine glass, as if nothing was heard, as if it did not exist.

"Funds can be raised." Winters blinked: "Besides, don't we still have 'that'."

Andre thought for a while and said: "It doesn't work if you have money. We want to buy it, what if they don't sell it?"

Winters took a sip of the broth. "They will sell it."

Ender Lie was stunned for a while, then laughed angrily: "This...isn't it the same thing?"

"No, extortion and robbery are two different things in nature." Winters replied sincerely: "If If you give money, it is not a robbery, but a forced purchase."

"Hi!" Andre said in a gruff voice, "I said! It's okay! I've seen our strength, but I don't even dare to wrestle with us."

The militia troops recruited from Central Tiefeng County and Lower Tiefeng County are currently executing "Go to Leave Free Policy".

That is: if the conscripted militia wants to go home, they can take a piece of dry food to register to leave; if they don't want to leave, they can stay in the barracks and have a piece of ration to eat.

A significant portion of the militia, such as Monkey and Doug, chose to stay temporarily in the barracks.

Winters' eyes dimmed a little, not trying to explain too much.

On the side, Mr. Leo took the initiative to say: "In my opinion, many militiamen in your army are already homeless."

"So what?" Ender He raised his eyebrows fiercely.

"Young and middle-aged men with no family, no property, no food, and have seen the battlefield." Mr. Leo shrugged: "Forcibly drive them away, I am afraid there will be a major event."

Andre sneered and looked straight at Mr. Leo: "You said you've settled, what's your business here?"

"Me?" Mr. Leo smiled "I'm a sheep—or a cabbage."

"Okay." Winters didn't want to see Andre be led away by Mr. Leo again, so he gave Andre directly to him. explained carefully.

It's not complicated. There are currently four players at the poker table:

The first is Iron Peak County, which has horses and is in urgent need of food;
The second is profit. Veneta wool textile merchants represented by Mr. Ao, they have money and are in urgent need of wool and a trade route to transport wool;
Once again, the Veneta Army, the amount of funds of the Veneta Army is unknown, but it can provide food and needs war horses ;
Finally, there are the vassal officials of Palatus, they have everything, but they will not take it out for nothing.

Winters' original plan was to raise funds and force food purchases. If necessary, horses are exchanged for food. There were so many horses seized that they could not afford to keep them anyway.

Mr. Leo believes the program is too slow to turn around and a one-shot deal to continue importing grain for Iron Peak.

Leo offered Winters an imaginative solution—stepped transportation.

In the past, Leo was actively involved in Veneta and Palato's traditional business: the mule and horse trade.

It is the so-called "East comes from oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and sugar, and from the west comes from cattle, horses, mules, and sheep." Horse dealers know that a herd of horses cannot travel directly from the high-altitude Palato to the low-altitude Veneta.

If the horses are transported directly to Veneta by boat, the horses will suffer from severe weight loss in mild cases, or die of illness in severe cases.

Therefore, the commonly used method is to set up a series of horse breeding farms along the trend of decreasing altitude, and drive the horses all the way down the plateau like descending steps.

First, let the horses gradually adapt to the lowland air and environment, and secondly, change the horse's feed step by step.

It just means "there are always some horses in transit" and can't be sold.

It's nothing for pony dealers, because pony dealers sell a bunch of horses at a time, all in one go.

But for the big mule and horse dealers, "there are always some horses in the process of transportation" means "some of the funds are always occupied", resulting in a greatly compressed cash flow.

Over time, well-funded mule and horse traders simply stopped buying horses from the higher-altitude western Palatu, but directly from the lower-altitude eastern Palatu.

Although the price is more expensive, it saves a lot of transportation time and the funds are returned faster.

Individual mule and horse merchants with hands and eyes can even buy horses directly from the military horse farm in Palatu and even the garrison.

The horse farm that sells the horses gets the money, and then buys the horses from the west at a low price to make up the stock, and easily earns the difference.

This information is only a tip of the iceberg inside the "Plateau-Veneta" horse trading business and can't be considered a secret to the insider, but to the uninitiated it is like Across a layer of mountains.

Without Mr. Leo's explanation, Winters would never have imagined that someone would be so daring to sell military horses.

The more shocking information for Winters is yet to come. According to Mr. Leo, most of the war horses of the Veneta Army are bought like this.

Finally, Mr. Leo asked Winters to ask Antonio a few questions: "How many horses does the Veneta Army need? How do you want to buy them? What are you willing to provide?"

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Antonio's tent.

Leo didn't know the "three thousand" number, but Winters did.

So the answer Winters got was: "Three thousand horses, which is a figure that takes into account the long-distance and short-time transport losses of horses. The more the better horses that Iron Peak County can provide, but a transaction At least two platoons must be armed—that is, four hundred horses.”

As for what the Vineta Army can put on the scale: “In terms of money, the annual budgets of the Army and Navy are tightening. (Antonio sighs deeply.) If it's food...maybe go to another account."

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Mr. Leo's guest room.

"The food is not enough." Leo slapped the table heavily, becoming a little excited, and his fat face flushed red: "Food is not something that can be transported long distances, except by water! What is the use of food? Ordnance! Ordnance is about the same!"

Leo then gave Winters a set of formulas that merchants use to estimate shipping costs.

There is a sentence "Three hundred miles to transport food, cry and go home".

It means "for grain trafficked by land, the freight will be equal to the grain itself for every 150 kilometers. The grain traffickers have lost their money and went home crying."

This is a lesson from the blood and tears of the traders - food cannot be traded over long distances, except by water.

"You go and ask General Serbiati." Leo pondered: "Can you bring out the ordnance? What's the price?"

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Antonio's tent.

"Arms?" Antonio looked at Winters, lost in thought: "No."

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Mr. Leo's guest room.

"No?" Leo sneered: "Then there's nothing to talk about. You tell General Serbiatti that without armament, there is no warhorse!"

"You wait. " Winters stopped Mr. Leo, who was in the play, and frowned asked: "I will be the speaker every time? Well, how about you negotiate with General Serbia on behalf of me?"

Leo The husband was suddenly discouraged and shook his head vigorously: "No, no, if I come forward, it will not be a negotiation, and I will not be able to negotiate. Only when you come forward can you sit in an equal position."

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Antonio's tent.

"cough cough." Winters plucked up his courage and looked directly at his adoptive father: "Without armament! There is no war horse! Go back and take it for my auntie."

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Mr. Leo's guest room.

"Half food." Winters told Leo, "Half ordnance, no room for negotiation."

Leo paced, scratching his right hand unconsciously on his cheek. Even though it was winter, he brow beaded with sweat: "Mixed in half? It's not impossible, but the food has to be discounted!"

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Antonio's tent.

"You may not know that for every 150 kilometers of grain, the freight is more expensive than the grain." Winters took out his notebook and earnestly settled the account for his adoptive father: "If the grain is not discounted, I'm so sorry."

Antonio couldn't help but reached out and tapped Winters on the forehead.

Winters was stunned, since it had been a long time since no one had done such an intimate gesture with him.

"You, silly boy!" Antonio didn't notice Winters' mood swings, a little hate iron for not becoming steel: "Mr. Leo is Madame Navarre's partner, not yours. Partner! You haven't become a son-in-law yet!"

"Oh?" Winters didn't came back to his senses: "Huh?!"

Antonio urged. : "You think Mr. Leo is your person, but in fact he is also a party to the negotiation. Carriage comes with a full load, will he go back empty? Let him stop hiding behind you and let's talk about it."

Winters dilly-dallying walked out of the tent and walked to the curtain. Just as he was about to lift the curtain, he stopped. He turned his head and looked towards his adoptive father, and asked awkwardly, "Mrs. Navarre...what is it? What's your attitude... What do you think about Anna..."

Antonio's movements stopped, his smile was complicated, mixed with "I will finally bow the cabbage" The gratification and the blame of "how to mess up the cabbage".

Antonio put down his glass and sighed, "What do I think? What else can I look at? Do you know how much trouble you've gotten into?"

Winters stood dejectedly. .

It should be noted that such a thing as free love is generally a preparation for married life.

From noble families to artisans and farmers, marriage has always been a contract of property, status and power, not the end of love.

"Abducting" an unmarried woman of school-age—to be precise, two women, the nature is too bad, enough for the two families to forge a blood feud that lasts for several generations or even a dozen generations, even if "Refill" doesn't work either.

Lady Navarre might even send the killer outright to kill Winters - something that has an honorable tradition in Veneta.

And Winters would never say "Anna did it herself, not me kidnapping her".

"Kesha went to apologize to Mrs. Navarre herself." Antonio sighed again: "You may not know, the two of them haven't seen each other for almost 20 years...hey , this is an old thing of our generation, let's not mention it."

Winters didn't know what to say.

"This kind of thing, for a man, may become a love affair that can be boasted for a lifetime. For a woman's reputation, it is a devastating blow." Antonio Reaching out to cook the fire, without looking directly at Winters: "So, what do you think?"

"Now, please go to the Nawa Lei Family to propose marriage." Winters asked bitterly: "Is it too late? ?"

Antonio glared at his son: "That would have to be agreed to."

Winters startled, because he noticed the meaning of his adoptive father's Second Layer: "You I mean, there's still room for easing this matter?"

Antonio fiddled with the fire: "Nominally, both Nawa Young Lady Lei and Miss Catherine are currently in the Blue Mountains Monastery, As a trainee nun."

For a split second, Winters just wanted to shout three hoorays for Madame Navarre.

"But I'm afraid it won't be hidden for too long." Antonio sighed heavily: "You still have to talk to Mr. Leo about this matter. His presence here means that he has the full authority to represent Navarre. Madam."

"But..." Winters said hesitantly: "Mr. Leo didn't mention anything about Anna."

Antonio Faint smile: "He didn't take the initiative. mention, so this thing doesn't exist? Ever thought, maybe he's waiting for you to speak?"

Winters was at a loss for words.

He would rather jump naked into the icy water than face this kind of severing, unintelligible trouble.

Thinking about it, Winters thought it was the easiest way to do it. He cautiously sat next to his adoptive father: "You said...what should I do?"

Antonio A strange answer was given: "It depends on you, and Ms. Navarre."

"I don't get it." Winters wondered.

"In the final analysis, this is between you and Ms. Navarre." Antonio's face showed a nostalgic smile: "If you are determined to combine, how is the process, what is the result, who else? It doesn't matter how you look at it."

Antonio patted his son's shoulders: "In contrast, I'm more worried that the two of you will eventually get tired of looking at each other, and your lovers will become enemies. You know, married life isn't always so happy."

Winters, cheeks flushed, retorted, "Aren't you and my aunt happy?"

"Silly boy." Antonio lit the campfire and said leisurely, "That just means you don't know how much sacrifice we've made."

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