Chapter 723 White Sugar Smuggling on Dawn Island
The defenders of the gravel field are still struggling in the ice, snow and cold, but if they look westward, pass through the forests and hills of the Thorn Garden, and reach the banks of the Naoan River, it is already spring.
The Noli Mountains and the gravel plains in the north of the Thorn Garden squeezed out a roaring corridor between the furnace plateau, namely the Bear Castle Leader.
The wind from the ice sea crossed the strait, but could not enter the great plains of the Kingdom of Lea and the Kingdom of Flan. It could only roar in the roaring corridor with ice and snow.
The sea breeze from the Sea of the West and the Emerald Sea can be unrestrainedly wrapped in warm currents and blowing on the golden plains of this fertile land.
Not long after the crowd on Dawn Island put on their winter clothes, they changed into cheap Qianhe Valley flange-produced private label clothing.
This rough, simple but low-priced ready-to-wear has been favored by a large number of middle and lower-class civilian craftsmen.
They want to wear cheap and durable clothes, and they also want to distinguish them from ordinary farmers.
So it naturally became a hot item in the market and a product that the guild strongly resisted.
This is especially true in Virginesburg, the largest city in Dawn Island.
In the city laws posted everywhere, you can see the hatred and contempt of the tailor guild, the cloak guild, and the sugar industry association for "low-quality fake" ready-to-wear.
But economic laws never change because of personal wishes.
The reed marsh from the tributary of the Naoan River sways in the spring breeze.
The withered yellow reed stalks that have not yet recovered from winter tremble like a spasm in the twilight, and the sour smell of humus fermented was pierced by a strange smell of rust.
A flat-bottomed barge slowly sailed out of the reeds, the river-soaked oars scraped the rib-shaped boat boards, and the twelve rowers' shoulder blades were undulating like water waves.
But behind the reeds, there were pairs of eyes staring tightly.
The one-eyed Viscount Lavel turned his head and whispered to the person behind him, "Come on, be careful at the outer guard post. If you see any suspicious persons, you must report it."
"Don't worry." Seven or eight ragged refugees rushed over from the reeds.
The reeds were picked up with a cane engraved with blurry aristocratic family patterns, and the barge had slowly docked, and a man in a short velvet cloak stood at the bow and signaled to Ravel.
"Long time no see, Lord Viscount." The man in cloak took off his hat and turned around twice.
The one-eyed man in front of him is a former viscount of Lea, or a bankrupt viscount.
In fact, the title of Viscount does not exist among the traditional fiefdom nobles, they only have the third level of Gongbonan.
Viscount has always been granted the position of court minister to the duke, which is equivalent to hereditary official title.
A strong viscount can suppress the earl, while a weak viscount is not even as good as a knight.
Viscount Kolaville, as the former estate viscount, helped several dukes from Dawn Island manage the estate and palaces in the windmill land.
But since the opening of the windmill port, local grain prices plummeted and prices soared. Viscount Lavel's father's generation went bankrupt.
So Viscount Lavel's house moved from the inner city of Virginesburg to the outer city, and made a living by joining the robber knights to rob the house.
But his title as a viscount is still in the aristocratic heraldry courtyard, so the cloaked man still calls him Lord Viscount.
Viscount Lavel was not so polite, and brought a dozen private soldiers and refugees, and rushed to the cloaked man: "Where is the goods?"
The man in cape smiled indifferently and moved away from her side.
A lame boy rushed out of the cabin and ran out in a staggering manner with a pottery. He accidentally hit the nail on the boat.
In the cracked crack, white icing frosting was pouring on the springboard like a waterfall, making Laville feel extremely heartbroken.
He raised his chin, and immediately a refugee rushed over, greedily sticking out his tongue and licking the frosting on the board.
"How is it?"
"Hello oh oh oh oh." The thin refugee rolled his eyes and twitched all over, and it took him a long time to exhale a breath of refreshing air. "It's very purity." Lavel nodded, his greasy beard shaking up and down: "What else is it? ? ”
Before the man in the cloak talked, another boatman walked out with a pack of ready-made clothes, and the tied ready-made clothes were wrapped with indigo dye.
The man in the cloak pulled out the peeling knife, and the sack wrapped in the clothes slid off like a shedding snake under the knife.
The indigo dye was shining with a tiny light like a pho-fire light, and thirty knight jackets that cut corners suddenly unfolded.
The neckline that should have been sewn with silver threads is covered with thick centipede-like threads, and the rose on the left side looks like cornflowers.
"The latest style." The man in the cape picked up a piece and shook it. "The beggars in Thousand River Valley can get into the lord's wedding, but the guild men on Dawn Island are going to burn the entire warehouse for this."
Laville is an expert in this field. When he touched his hand, he knew that this was the best Thousand River Valley Cracippe, which was large and cheap.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?" When the man with cloak smiled, the cloak on his body was trembling. "If you are satisfied, can I inspect the goods?"
"This is a guild that is harming our Lea people." Viscount Lavel stared at the caped man with complicated eyes, "Another flange conspiracy."
"You can't say that, aren't the Leagues wearing cheap fit clothes? Haven't you made huge profits from it?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Viscount Lavel's face suddenly became entangled. Judging from his status as a Lea noble, he definitely despised what he did.
The Thousand River Valley produces cheap white sugar and ready-to-wear, which the flanges themselves do not digest, but instead transports them from the Naoan River to Leia for sale.
These cheap cloth, paper, sugar and ready-to-wear became popular in Laia in three months.
The various guilds, town halls and the Lea royal courts issued prohibited laws.
But if you can buy two or three Qianhe Valley clothes for a locally produced garment, everyone knows what to do.
Perhaps in the invasion of ready-to-wear in Thousand River Valley, these guilds even made rare concessions, allowing tailors to subsidize their household expenses.
Of course, you sew two pieces of ready-to-wear for sale to subsidize your household use, and sew three pieces of them will be Qianhe Valley Shorthair.
"Sir Viscount, according to time, the patrol team is coming soon." Before Laville hesitated, the refugees around him reminded.
Now there was no chance to hesitate. Viscount Lavel sighed and took out a bag of gold pounds: "Half the money, after you unload the goods, I will give the remaining half."
"We believe in your credit." The man in the cape pressed his hat and the boatmen began to carry it.
Lavel let out a low voice, and thirty steps away, sixteen pack horses were sniffing out in the mudflats.
The sugar squeezed and made a crisp sound of snow crushing the pine branches, and the saddle bag was gradually stretched out with clear edges and angular lumps from the clothes.
When the last piece of ready-made garment was pressed on the horse, Naoanhe was about to enter the darkness, which was the best cover for the smuggling ship.
"Happy cooperation." The man in the cape stretched out his hand.
Viscount Lavel also stretched out his right hand with little finger: "Happy cooperation."
The moment when the iron finger cover and the man's silver ring of the cape were about to touch each other.
A strange sound rang in everyone's ears: "Swish!"
The sound of the crossbow arrow piercing through the body was like tearing a piece of oil-soaked silk.
On the other hand, the bloody flowers on the neck of the cape man were more gorgeous than mink velvet. His attempt to cover the wound just pushed the silver ring into the broken blood vessel.
"The patrol team is the patrol team!"
(This chapter ends)