At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

"Britain has bread."

"But we don't have any money, and wool has just started. Even if we have money, we have too few boats to transport much food."

"Then don't we have a salt mine in Lüne? Why don't we sell salt?" Olean suggested, "This white salt is very expensive, and a Denier can only buy half a pint of salt. In the north, where the Slavs live, one pound of salt can exchange two sheep!"

"No money, no money!" Wang Sima yelled with a dark face, "Most of the profits in this war have been given to the soldiers, part of it has been invested in the city walls and roads, and the rest of the money has made up for last year's deficit. I have to keep it as an accident, where did the money come from?"

Feng Sen, who had been silent since just now, suddenly asked, "Who has money?"

"The nobles have money, and the merchants have money." Wang Sima said helplessly, "The nobles' money is hard to get, but the merchant's money has serious consequences."

"Who said I'm going to steal money." Feng Sen asked in surprise, "Since we have no money, let's find someone to mine the salt mine in Lüneburg first, and then we can pay back when we make money. Hey, you guys Does anyone know a decent Jew?"

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ps: The heavenly father turned out to be an old relative, and the source of the water was really looking for it.The amount of lenient is not the same as the country, and the kindness of heaven and man is also the world.It is not righteous for animals to kill each other, and it is not benevolent for neighbors to kill each other; harmony is the most important thing in nature, and each of them enjoys peace and peace.

——Zhenhui "Tianfu Zhenji"

Chapter 198 One more thing

Afterwards, everyone's eyes turned to Griffith and Belvshka, who raised his hands in surrender and said, "Don't ask me, if you talk about Viking 'sea merchants', I know a lot of them." , I have nothing to do with the Jews."

"Where are the Jews in the market before?" Feng Sen asked with staring eyes, "Didn't they grow out of themselves like mushrooms after a rainy day when the market opened?"

Zhenhui smiled with embarrassment: "A few retired veteran dental soldiers from our side and the local Frankish hooligans borrowed a large sum of money from them and refused to repay them.

It doesn't count if they were killed, this group of Qiu Bayi kept doing things, pretending to be bandits and rushing into other people's homes, killing them until only the children were left. Now these Jews are not willing to borrow a penny. "

A lot of black lines appeared on Feng Sen's forehead instantly. Sure enough, it is really impossible for this group of tooth soldiers to be honest. With power, they will inevitably abuse it. It seems that the military discipline has been rectified.

This is not talking about pleasing the Jews, but a very terrifying trend-this tooth soldier has not been two years old, and he is about to corrupt and bully men and women, and this trend must be stopped.

Thinking of this, Feng Sen suddenly discovered something that he had neglected, which was the spiritual civilization construction of the tooth soldiers. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the three characters "Yan Bing Dao" on the wood chip, and asked: "How do the tooth soldiers deal with it?"

The several officials staying in Hamburg looked at each other, and Zhenhui replied: "According to what you said, the local court is not qualified to judge the tooth soldiers, only you can judge them, so those gangsters have already beheaded, as for those few The old dental soldier is still under house arrest at home."

Sighing, Feng Sen put the sign that said "Ya Bing Dao" on the table: "I will deal with this matter when I get back. Everyone count the signs and see what agendas are there."

The wood chips that had just been handed out were all collected, and words such as [National Parting], [Removal of Villages and Land], [Elbe Dam], [Ya Bing Dao], etc. were written down. When Feng Sen was still looking at the wood chips and thinking about them, Zhenhui suddenly reminded: "Jie Shuai, although these methods are good, we still have one most important problem that has not been resolved."

"what?"

"The land of Europa is no different than the Central Plains. There are lords in every land. Although our policy is good, if it cannot be implemented, it will be empty talk." Zhenhui spread her hands and said helplessly.

With a slap on the forehead, Feng Sen also somewhat forgot about it, so he wrote down the four big characters [government order] on the wood chip.

Although Feng Sen has been appointed as the Duke of Saxony and has been given full powers, there are still problems. According to the canonization letter given by Charlie, Saxony has a total of 31 collars, and each collar is about the size of a county in the Central Plains.

But these collars are not empty. As far as Feng Sen knows, at least half of the 31 collars are Frankish nobles and manor owners, as well as many Saxon nobles who have taken refuge in Charlie. Among the remaining half, It used to be the territory of the Saxon tribal chiefs, but Feng Sen didn't know the situation.

Are these chiefs credible?Are these earls believable?And most importantly, how to clear them in five years?Without investigation, it is difficult for Feng Sen to come up with a good solution.

Some investigators are missing... Feng Sen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but even though he, the Duke of Saxony, only controlled five territories, he could at least implement policies in these five territories first, on the one hand to conduct experiments, and on the other hand, without delaying time.

It's just that, apart from Hamburg, can government orders be passed in four other territories?Feng Sen expressed doubts.

If you want government orders to be accessible, the most critical points are roads and strongholds. Both of these issues require investment in infrastructure and engineering. You can only do it slowly, and you also need to plan well. What about the engineering planning talents on your side?

Feng Sen felt the veins on his head throbbing again.

Looking at the pile of wooden signs in front of him, Feng Sen rubbed his temples, picked up the wooden signs of [Government Orders] and [Ya Bing Dao] amidst the friction between the chair legs and the ground, he stood up and looked at the wooden signs. A dazzling sun: "Let's end today's court meeting. You all took the wooden cards. Think about it for a few days. In the future, you will form a rule and collect them every ten days. Do you understand?"

"Here." These civil and military officials, big and small, hurriedly stood up and saluted to see them off.

After walking back two steps, Feng Sen suddenly turned his head again: "Cui Tuiguan, later on, you can send the list of rewards to my study, no later than tomorrow afternoon."

The people who had just walked two steps away hurriedly turned their heads to answer again, and Cui Xutuo also bowed his hands and said yes.

Nodding, Feng Sen frowned, turned around the screen, and walked towards his living yard. Everyone waited for two seconds in a strange state, and was about to turn around and leave again, but saw Feng Sen turning out from behind the screen again: "One more thing."

Griffith almost flinched.

"I'm going to meet the nobles and captives of Uda this afternoon, Wang Sima, get ready." Feng Sen rubbed his head and looked around the crowd. Let’s divide up a bit, all right, let’s end the meeting.”

As he said that, Feng Sen rubbed his temples and turned the screen again. However, this time, everyone didn't move, but tacitly said nothing, looked at each other, and stayed in place. Sure enough, Feng Sen's figure disappeared behind the screen for three seconds, and then appeared again: "The last thing, go to the market to find some bards and clowns. I have something to leave to them. This matter, Olean, you handle it."

"Follow your orders, my lord."

After finishing speaking, Feng Sen nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the subordinates who were still staying in the front yard in surprise: "Why are you still here? It's noon, don't you eat? I didn't prepare your meal, let's go."

Looking at Feng Sen who was stretching and leaving, Wang Sima silently took another blank wooden sign from the screen, picked up a brush, wrote the three characters [Secretary Lang] on the wooden sign, and picked up [Guo Yezhi] Humming a little tune, Bie's wooden sign left the general's mansion step by step.

The rest of the people waited for another half a minute, and then dispersed one after another.

After lunch, Feng Sen sat down on the kang. The meeting lasted from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] noon, but Feng Sen felt more tired than kicking a game of Cuju.

Lying on the kang, Feng Sen's mind was still concerned with the problems of the country, money, food, and population.

Shake people when in doubt.

He still has more than 900 prestige in his hands, so it's not a pity, you know, those big bosses are all operating in debt, and saving resources and not using them is a waste.

After thinking about it, Feng Sen spent 750 prestige points before and after to recruit three scribes, three warriors and three noble ladies, which he prepared for the school officials.

Seeing that there were only more than 200 prestige left, Feng Sen seemed to have settled a worry, and immediately felt drowsy. After calling his attendants for a quarter of an hour to wake him up, Feng Sen fell asleep.

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ps

"Remembering the Alps Like Gathering Mountains and Mountains"

———Feng Zhen, the last emperor of the Dade Monarchy, in the Swiss Palace

Chapter 199 I Can't Stay For A Second

After more than a month of slave-like labor and study, the nobles and chiefs under Uda became much more honest. In their view, killing people is nothing more than paying a small amount of ransom.

What's the deal with forcing them to live in stables, eat pig food, and work with untouchables?During the meeting with Feng Sen, some nobles protested solemnly and justly.

Feng Sen said, "I understand what you said, and you have made a full and clear expression." Then he dragged him out and chopped off his head, and the remaining chiefs suddenly became more honest.

Under the double witness of the priests and priests, Feng Sen signed a contract with most of the nobles and chiefs present. They will return to their hometown under the escort of the soldiers, and under the leadership of Kong Muguan, they will calculate their property and fields, and move to Magdeburg to replace the land there.

And their original territory will be used as the station of the army and the Eight Banners, which will be occupied by those who have made great contributions. The original land became the coat of the Eight Banners.

Of course, some of these chiefs and lords are also unsightly, but it doesn’t matter, their soldiers and family members are all in Feng Sen’s hands. If it’s not possible, Feng Sen directly forces Banners to marry the chief’s family members or let the guards of Qianhusuo directly “become” the chief’s adopted son to inherit naturally.

But that would leave hidden dangers. Feng Sen still tried to use the means of land replacement to relocate the chiefs and lords to the land of Magdeburg.

This also led to a problem. The construction of the Thousand Households and Hundred Households, the connection of roads, and the cost of relocation and relocation are another expenditure, but this can wait for the tax collection after the autumn harvest. These infrastructures are not in a hurry.

In the past two days, Feng Sen, apart from confirming the list of rewards for the soldiers, is also organizing an investigation team. He plans to send an investigation team to measure the fields in the five territories directly under him, and collect customs and maps.

However, this point is not enough in terms of the current number of officials, so Feng Sen once again encountered a new problem: the lack of people, on the one hand, the lack of talents, and on the other hand, the lack of population.

Feng Sen calculated the population of those lands directly under him and Griffith's data. The population of the entire Saxony was originally small. After the wars in the past few years and the famine caused by Charlie's three-light policy, the entire duchy of Saxony only had 40 million people at most.

no one.

Sitting in the study, facing the difficult problems in front of him, Feng Sen almost pulled his hair into a chicken coop. He had never dealt with such a thing before. These messy problems were just like Louis XVI, and there was no way to find a head , he didn't even know where to start.

Standing up and looking at the bright sunshine outside, Feng Sen felt his bones itch. It's a pity not to go to Cuju and swim in such a good weather.

Shaking his head, Feng Sen patted his face, no, the matter is not finished yet, he can't go to Cuju, his mind seems to be a mess, he kept pacing back and forth in the room, after walking for a stick of incense, he finally stopped.

"Master Zhenhui." Feng Sen went from the study to a side room in the front yard. The door in the side room was wide open. There was a wooden table in the room, and behind the wooden table was a row of bookshelves, on which were either scrolls or white elm bark.

Zhenhui, dressed in a priest's robe, was sitting at the table, holding a brush, and writing fluent Latin. Beside him, there were almost seven or eight young apprentices, copying with wry faces the " Sun Worship.

"Jieshuai." Putting down his pen, Zhenhui stood up and cupped his hands, "What's the matter with Jieshuai coming to me?"

Feng Sen took out a letter: "This is a letter I wrote to Charlie, please polish it for me."

Picking up the roll of papyrus, Zhenhui looked at it line by line.

"Jie Shuai wants His Royal Highness Charlie to give you some people?"

"Yeah, one is that there are too many people in the Saxon flag, and I need to balance it out. The other is that the population of Saxony is too small." Feng Sen shrugged, "There are already a lot of refugees on Charlie's side due to famine and war.

Zhenhui nodded, and put the letter paper aside: "Okay, I'll post it after I finish polishing it."

"You are so busy, let those apprentices do this kind of work." Feng Sen smiled and glanced at the eager eyes of those apprentices, "Why don't you use such a good tool more?"

Zhenhui shook his head, and said solemnly: "If you don't keep secrets, you will lose your ministers, and if you don't keep secrets, you will lose your status. How can these apprentices polish such letters?"

"Be taught." Feng Sen's expression immediately turned serious, "I thought I was wrong."

This time, it was Zhenhui who smiled wryly: "It's because we have too few people, Jie Shuai, we have to train some secretary men, otherwise these document exchanges will be too much."

"Let's talk about it." Feng Sen rubbed his temples that were throbbing again, "It will be much better when those orphans and student soldiers from the elementary school come out."

"I hope so." Zhenhui sang a divine cry, "Amen—Tuo Buddha."

Saying goodbye to Zhenhui, Feng Sen stepped out of the general's mansion. Outside the general's mansion, red tiles were placed on a two-meter-high direction. Several Saxon prisoners of war stood on the scaffolding, placing the tiles patiently.

The road paved with blue bricks, the tall red-tiled square walls, the prosperous cedar trees and flower beds beside the road, and the Hu people of various ethnic groups rushing to and fro, Feng Sen couldn't help laughing, he really felt a bit like the Tang Dynasty.

Riding on the horse, Feng Sen came all the way to Xingyefang.

At this time, the Xingye Workshop had been expanded, and there were construction sites everywhere. The pine tar workshop had been relocated to the pine forest outside the city, and the soy sauce workshop and soybean seeds had been distributed to rural areas. These soybeans were originally military rations. Feng Sen I brought a lot here. I planted hundreds of acres of soybeans last season, and all of them have been harvested.

Damn, there's another problem with soybean planting, I'll tell Han Gang to do it later, Feng Sen rubbed his head and came to the door of Xingyefang.

At this time, in the Xingyefang, before approaching, there was a strong smell of sheep and sheep dung, and the white steam of boiling water came out from the eaves. Countless wool was undulating in the cauldron, and nearly a hundred peasant women were weaving wool conscientiously under the leadership of two weavers from the Tang Dynasty.

Oh, by the way, there is also an agreement with the merchants of the West Britain Company for [-] bolts of woolen cloth. If you can't get it out, you will be ashamed. Buying goods, hiring people, and building... are another expense.

No matter where you go, there are money expenses. Feng Sen feels that he can't stay in this burger for a second.

Chapter 200 She Comes from Chang'an

The birds chirped softly, the breeze was warm, and the wind at the end of winter carried a damp and muddy smell. A few grasshoppers bounced back and forth between the grass, and the yellow and white cornflowers swayed slightly with the grass on the ground, scratching Li Baojing's ankles a little itchy.

But she didn't dare to scratch, let alone make any movements. She just kept close to another girl and hid behind the oldest Mrs. Ma.

Mrs. Ma was in her late thirties, and she was in her mid-mature years. She had seen many storms and waves with her husband, but at this moment, her feet were rarely trembling, she just held a short knife in her hand, her body was stiff, and she was facing the front.

About three to five meters away from the three of them, a bloody black wolf was staring at them.

It lowered its head, its pupils shrunk to the size of a pinhole, the large whites of its eyes were bloodshot, and a stench came from between its sharp teeth, which almost made the always clean Li Baojing vomit.

Looking at the wolf, the despair in Li Baojing's heart could not be increased. She had never seen such a terrible scene in her life.

Born in a wealthy family, she was well-clothed and well-fed since she was a child. Li Baojing didn't even have much contact with strange men. She was terrified when she saw the well-behaved puppy at home, let alone this vicious wolf.

How could this be so?How could this be so?Just escaped from the tiger's mouth of the rebels, why did he fall into the wolf's den again?Li Baojing's slender hands tightly held Madam Ma's clothes, and nervously stared at the wolf not far away.

In the fourth year of Jianzhong (783), Zhu Xi launched the Jingyuan Incident because of the wage arrears of peasant soldiers, and broke into the empty Chang'an City all the way, and Li Baojing was separated from his family at that time.

In the midst of the chaos, the guards couldn't protect her at all. Seeing that the big knife was about to cut her head, they closed and opened their eyes, everything changed.

The night turned into day, the outskirts of the city turned into a forest, and besides Li Baojing, the other two women also experienced the same thing.

Lu Shaoniang next to her was from the Lu family of Fanyang, and Mrs. Ma was only the wife of a county magistrate, but she was a descendant of Chu Suiliang, a famous official in the early Tang Dynasty. She was born in the Chu family of Henan.

The three of them thought they had all saved their lives, but they never thought that the three of them just came here by themselves, and those guards were still in Chang'an. Wolf.

Seeing the wolf circling around them, the youngest Lu Shaoniang almost burst into tears: "Sister Chu, what should I do? When will this wolf leave? I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, Shao Niang." Li Baojing quickly comforted him, "We all escaped from the rebels in Chang'an, we were afraid of a wolf, no, no, let's go up and fight the wolf, it, it is not vicious..."

Originally, it was only Lu Shaoniang who was afraid, but as she talked, Li Baojing herself also became afraid, and tears welled up in her eyes. Lu Shaoniang didn't want to cry before, but when she saw Li Baojing about to cry, for no reason, her eyes flooded with water.

Mrs. Ma felt her scalp tingling when she heard the movement behind her. She was desperate and funny at the same time, she really didn't know how to feel.

Lowering her voice, Mrs. Ma looked directly into the ferocious eyes of the evil wolf: "You can see that when this wolf moves, its back foot is sprained. It must have been injured by the hunter. Let's hold on for a while, maybe the hunter will catch up and we will be rescued. Don't cry. If you startle it, it will jump on you and kill you."

"I'll try my best." Lu Shaoniang said, sniffling.

"Ah—" But at this moment, Li Baojing suddenly screamed, "Sister Chu! Be careful!"

This evil wolf really has a bit of animal intuition. Just when Mrs. Ma was distracted while talking to the second daughter, the evil wolf keenly noticed it, and immediately rushed up like an arrow from a string. It leaped high, and its sharp teeth were facing Mrs. Ma's slender neck.

"Ah——" Mrs. Ma screamed in panic at first, but then she also became ruthless. She stretched out her left hand to want the wolf to bite, while the short knife in her right stabbed viciously into the wolf's abdomen.

The thud of bodies colliding was mixed with the sound of howling wind, and the wolf's figure collided fiercely with Mrs. Ma's body.

Li Baojing was brought to the ground by the fallen Mrs. Ma, but she reacted quickly, picked up the short knife that fell on the ground, and stabbed the wolf's belly fiercely.

One cut, two cuts, Mrs. Ma's body-protecting short knife is naturally the sharpest refined steel. Even Li Baojing, who can't use force, stabbed the wolf's intestines with three cuts. Only then did she realize that the wolf had been motionless for a long time.