Chapter 298 Martin felt something was wrong
Martin pursed his lips with a headache: "How much do you want to buy?"
"Isn't this spring famine?" Horn laughed, " We can be considered allies, and I will benefit as much as you will, so I came up with 20,000 gold pounds to buy 1.2 million gallons of grain." "1.2 million gallons?" Martin stared. Eyes, "Is this too much?"
"Is it a lot? Kasha County is a large grain county, 1.2 million gallons is probably more than 5,000 tons, isn't it a lot?"
"There's no food left in the monastery either..." Martin took out a pamphlet from his arms and flipped through two pages before saying.
“Everyone knows that Kasha County was not affected by the disaster, so there is a lot of food, but the annual output is more or less affected.
Furthermore, after the floods, food prices in various places soared, and Kasha County The farmers have made a lot of money, but they don’t have that much food left in their hands.
The area around the monastery is fine, but further away, we are not the actual lords of Kasha County and cannot force it. Their..."
As Martin explained, Horn got a general understanding of Kasha County bit by bit.
The form of Kasha County can basically be summarized as: local Kush knights + immigrant armed farmers + local citizens + monastery monks against the Church of the Thousand Valleys + immigrant knights.
The church forced the immigrant armed farmers to form an alliance with the local Kush knights.
So the Juanoist League was actually a loose political alliance with a local nature.
They exist because of enemies, not because of common interests.
When Juanno was still there, he was able to force the alliance forward with his extraordinary prestige.
But after Juano was burned to death, the peasants and citizens were really angry and completely lost their faith in the church.
The nobles and some monks still hold on to illusions, trying to reconcile with the church, maintain superficial surrender, and then close their doors and become local kings.
“So there are many voices within the monastery, either advocating bloodless reforms, taking care of themselves, or just sitting back and watching both sides suffer and then taking over...”
The more Martin spoke, the more his expression grew. Depressed, in the end he even tutted: "It would be great if Dean Juanno was still here."
"That's it...then how much can you give at most?"
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"At most? 10,000 gold pounds for 500,000 or 450,000 gallons of grain. Maybe we can still win?"
Smacking his lips, Horn did not answer immediately, but silently calculated in his heart.
Horn doesn’t just need food.
If he buys grain and distributes it to the farmers for free as relief grain, even though the money is spent, the manpower is wasted.
Absorbing some young farmers into the army is of course a strategy, but it is impossible for him to let everyone become soldiers.
Excluding the War Monk's portion, the remaining Grain Horn was prepared for two purposes.
The first one is to recruit labor for infrastructure construction. This part of the labor will be used to dredge the river in Daze Township.
According to the calculations of the only hydraulic scholar at Fort Joan of Arc, as long as a small opening is opened, the jet of water can be used to break away part of the silt.
In this case, as the water level of Nanze Lake drops, Daze Township will have large areas of wet land.
It may be a little difficult to grow this part of the land, but there is no problem at all in growing flax, a crop that loves moisture and acid.
Coupled with the Holy Wheel Machine, the textile industry, the easiest category to start in the light industry, will soon be established.
The second one is to develop rural sideline workshops and original industrialization to cultivate enough labor.
Horn had no external funds, no industrial transfers, and no colonies for him to exploit.
He only has productivity, but transforming productivity into the economy is a bloody or long process.
Relying on the start-up capital accumulated from the church, primitive accumulation was completed internally through long-term urban and rural commodity exchange, and externally through dumping in the imperial market.
Either way, Horn needed a pool of skilled labor.
Money is money when it circulates. After the work-for-relief program ends, at least the villagers will have a certain spending power, thereby stimulating domestic demand.
This kind of economy is a prosperous positive economy.
Without exporting to external markets and exchanging industrial products for food, not only will military rations not be saved, but a famine is expected to break out in May.
Horn came to Martin to solve this problem.
"Now we have revolted, Rapid City has revolted, Duke Hemaishi has also revolted."
After calming down, Horn did not continue the food issue just now, but instead talked about the current situation:
"The matter started because of Dean Juanno, and the rest of the people more or less carried Juanno's banner.
You can't be alone, the church will definitely take action against you, I really I really want to ask you about your plans." Martin's previous anxiety slowly disappeared and turned into another form of anxiety: "I don't know, there is noisy day in the monastery, the teacher has a soft character, and he can't make a decision for a long time." br>
After being silent for a long time in the dusty room, Horn patted the back of Martin's hand:
"If you ask me, since you dare not take action against the church and cannot directly revolt, you should focus on defensive counterattacks. , waiting for reinforcements."
"Yes, I think so too, at least I won't have the ability to resist at all." Martin closed his eyes in pain, "But Kasha is Pingyuan County, at least a little. The hills are completely unsafe."
Horn was curious: "Isn't Kasha County the headquarters of the former Kush Knights?"
"The Thousand Valley Church has issued a decree. The "One Territory, One Fort" decree demolished most of the castles in Kasha County in the name of demolishing old castles and building new ones."
Horn asked: "Can't it be repaired?"
"Yes, but it will take a long time and it will be too late." Martin said with a bitter smile.
"Why is it too late? Is there a problem with the materials? You don't seem to be short of stones and manpower, right?" Horn frowned.
Martin shook his head slowly: "Of course there is no shortage of stones and manpower, what is missing is volcanic ash or mortar.
This kind of stone binder is what we lack most.
Since the last emperor gave the church a charter for volcanic ash, the current volcanic ash trade has been basically monopolized by the church. "
Horn shrugged helplessly and said: "Actually, I want to help you, but it's a pity that I don't have volcanic ash. "
"Yes, 伱..." Martin opened his eyes suddenly, "No, don't you have mortar? ”
Have you seen it, so I went to look for it myself.
If it weren’t for Horn’s education, the upward curve of the corners of his mouth would almost not be suppressed.
Before Horn could reply, Martin said to himself: "It still doesn't work. Your mortar production is enough, but you don't have enough time. The mortar will take at least two or three months to dry."
"Why? We did it in a month."
"That's because you have many, um..." Martin thought about his words, "There are many nature priests, and we can secretly protect them. Two or three are good.
There are too many alchemists, and the rural people and monks below should have a problem. "
Horn had a smile on his face. He stood up, poured a glass of water for Martin himself, and then sat down again: "Last time I said that I would exchange studies with Juano at the Holy Father Meeting. How was it?"
Martin opened his mouth slightly. He couldn't keep up with Horn's thoughts, why did he suddenly talk about this matter.
"The news came from the carrier pigeon last night. The dean agreed and wrote a letter of introduction." Although he didn't understand what Horn meant, Martin still answered.
Horn pushed a stack of documents on the table to Martin: "This is the list of monks who went to the monastery to study this time."
Martin flipped through it for no apparent reason, but he flipped through it I was stunned after two pages, and then I turned faster and faster, faster and faster.
"These, these people are nature priests..."
"I belong to the school of natural theology. Of course I have to send natural priests out. The exchange must be natural magic."
Martin's eyes lit up immediately, because the monks were not opposed to alchemy in their hearts. Warlock.
Otherwise they wouldn’t even be able to use mortar, let alone secretly shelter a few alchemists.
They are fighting against wizards for the sake of opposing wizards. It is a means to maintain their own orthodoxy, not an end.
As for the rural people, except for the church’s constant propaganda.
The most important thing is actually that the people of Black Snake Bay have always been emotionally unstable and often make trouble.
Now that the image of the Church of Thousand Valleys has collapsed, Horn defeated the Order Company and took the opportunity to fill Juano's vacancy.
With his reputation as a guarantee, it might be possible.
"Those knights and monks must want to repair the castle, but they can't buy mortar even if they have money." Horn clicked on the stack of lists with his finger, and leaned forward. "And we can provide mortar, and we can also ask the natural priest to help them quickly strengthen the castle.
Do you think 10,000 gold pounds plus textiles, mortar and peat equal to 10,000 gold pounds can be exchanged for A million gallons of grain? ”
The same smile as at the beginning appeared on Horn's face.
Walking out of the study, Martin frowned and looked back. He always felt that something was not right.
Hey, who cares!
Martin was born to be optimistic, and he couldn’t see any loopholes in this plan anyway.
The thick document in his hand can be regarded as providing the teacher with a solution to a troublesome problem.
No matter how you calculate it, it should be considered a meritorious service, right? It depends on whether the teacher is willing to accept it.
(End of this chapter)