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No matter how good the facilities in the airship are, they are not as comfortable as on land.

Father Li Zhong made up his mind not to see His Majesty the Emperor. After waiting for a while, he said to Cheng Jinzhou: "Master Priest, shall we go back to celebrate?"

"Go back now?"

The priest chuckled and said: "I'm afraid you will be busy after you go back tonight. The above..."

He stretched out his index finger and said, "Your Majesty, I will come to see you later."

Cheng Jinzhou laughed loudly and said, "That's a good relationship. I also want to be a county magistrate."

Just like the previous times, the priest frowned like he was drinking pig's feet, chicken soup, snake meat and old cat soup, and said: "You are already God's favored one..."

"Those who are favored by God will receive resources, so where do you think they should be used?" Cheng Jinzhou asked rhetorically.

"This..." The priest's idea was of course to use the funds of the church, but Cheng Jinzhou had to take it into consideration.

"I know that the Holy Church attaches great importance to those who are favored by God, but Daxia is not like other countries. The Holy Church does not have its own land, but the county magistrate has a county..."

Before he could finish his words, the priest interrupted him and said, dumbfounded: "You don't know how many resources the church has for the favored ones of God, right? That's, that's,"

"Tell me about it?" Cheng Jinzhou immediately counterattacked and led an army. Although the Holy Church will discover a new God's Favorite every few years, it has never appeared in Daxia in so many years. Li Zhong has been coming to Daxia since he was young, so he probably doesn't know the specific content. .

The priest was stunned for a moment, but still quickly shook his head and said: "How many materials can a county use? Not to mention other things, just various green stones, purple cloud stones, and various precious metals can be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of taels. Silver, if you can find a way to spend it, you can get more money, and manpower is no problem. And..."

He lowered his voice and said, "The church has a history of sending guardian knights and star warlocks..."

If the Guardian Knight leaves Xingzhou, it usually means war. Cheng Jinzhou was shocked, slowed down his facial expression, and said straightforwardly: "I remember that you once made a steam engine. Do you think that is expensive?"

The priest laughed and said: "I still have one in the yard. That thing is good to use and can be compared with hundreds or thousands of manpower, but it is also expensive. When I was in Xingzhou, it cost two or three dollars." One thousand taels of silver is often used in industry and mining, but in Daxia, the cost is at least 20,000 yuan."

He pricked two fingers and said, "I'm afraid it will be a waste to spend this money."

"I have asked my second uncle to find a place with iron and coal. When the time comes, he will be transferred to that place and we will build our own steam engine." He didn't know much about things like the Industrial Revolution, but there was nothing wrong with copying it.

The industrial revolution in modern Europe was actually a very natural accumulation process. The conditions were more a combination of political and cultural factors over the years. There was nothing special about the requirements for the technology itself - the United Kingdom back then, There are no prophets in Germany to guide the direction of mankind. Everyone is just doing it and trying every means to develop in a direction that is beneficial to them. Isn't this a path of destroying the earth and reshaping life?

He was at least half a prophet, so he thought it would be possible to go through the process again.

Furthermore, what he really values ​​​​is not changing Daxia's national power or changing Daxia's political life. What he hopes to see is still the improvement of social productivity.

The true meaning of industry should be the improvement of productivity. With increased productivity, the same number of people can produce more things, and he will have more things to sell to the Covenant.

Perhaps until then, his real advantage will be revealed: the Covenant's market is so broad that the economic crisis that will inevitably arise from the rapid development of the capitalist world will not even occur in his hands.

Looking at modern society, most factories are faced with the problem of reducing production rather than increasing production. New capital is constantly invested in advertising, sales, etc., rather than expanding ways of reproduction. In fact, the golden age in world history was a process from scarcity to abundance. As long as something was produced, it could be sold. As long as you had money, you could buy equipment and add factories. Such a happy life has been enjoyed by the people of the world since the 1970s. It is difficult to enjoy it anymore. The Chinese people barely enjoyed it until the 1990s, and finally fell apart.

There will be no surplus products or overpriced raw materials - perhaps in the eyes of leaders of some countries, this is the real utopia, the utopia.

Father Li Zhong couldn't understand Cheng Jinzhou's thoughts, but he saw that it was difficult to convince him, so he simply said: "Let's go back and perform the ceremony first. Promoting miracles is also an important part of the church."

“Isn’t God’s favor a miracle?”

"How can something that is incomprehensible to ordinary people be considered a miracle?" The priest pointed to the scroll in Cheng Jinzhou's hand, and then pointed to it and said: "The cooperation between the bishop of the church and the purple scroll will be earth-shattering."

Cheng Jinzhou immediately asked: "Earth-shaking?"

"With miracles, it will be easier for the church to develop. Let's go back and talk in detail." The priest said and led him towards the stern of the ship.

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Hou Wenwu stood under a black and blue pine tree, looking at the winding torches in front of him, feeling very excited.

There is no airtight wall in the imperial court, and he is a well-known figure among the royalists. As soon as he heard about the fifth prince's plan, he came over excitedly to watch.

As a typical world center figure, his smooth life allowed him to enter the core of national rights without any effort.

However, a wrong choice put him completely into a frozen state, and his duties as the Ministry of Revenue were difficult to move because he offended Li Shangshu. Going out to Beijing to check some warehouse matters showed no political achievements at all.

Although in his imagination, Hou Wenwu thought that he could bear everything until the day when the clouds cleared and things could be seen.

However, the gazes of his colleagues, the vague rejection, the vague rejection, all made his anger continue to accumulate.

He could never afford to be wrong, as in everything he had done over the years, he had always been proven right.

"They are really going to spread salt." Hou Wenwu looked at it for a while and then said with a smile.

The knights who were together looked at him from a distance and said with a little surprise: "It's a bit harsh to sprinkle salt on it. Wu Shuangsheng is really bold."

Spreading salt on the land is known as a plan to eliminate households. Even when the two countries are at war, they are rarely used. There is always a tax to occupy a land. If there is no land output and no population subscribers, what is the difference between such a no-man's land and the Gobi Desert?

Hou Wenwu smiled unsatisfiedly and said: "He really dared to rent 150,000 acres of land. Now it has cost him at least tens of thousands of taels of silver, and there are tens of thousands of tenant households to deal with. I still want to see How can the Star Warlock Association discuss these matters with him? That is fertile land worth millions, tens of millions of taels of silver."

"Aren't you afraid that they will eventually find their way to the court?"

"Wu Shuangsheng is a big fool, but others are not." Hou Wenwu snorted and said: "Even if His Majesty is willing to pay for tens of millions of taels of silver, the Third Division cannot afford it. The annual taxes are not enough, let alone Talk about this kind of thing. In the end, the rich always take out the money."

Seeing the last soldier disappear at the end of the road, Hou Wenwu pointed upward and said: "Let's go up the hill."

That was the position he had chosen long ago.

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The fourth commander of Xia Jing's garrison is a famous military commander.

Among them, the officers are all nobles, and the soldiers are either children of rich families or servants of nobles.

If it weren't for the cavalry cavalry, the number of knights' retinue alone would be doubled.

As for the commander Wu Shuangsheng, he hangs around the Art Museum all year round. He is not at Fengdianmao, so he can easily miss anyone in the military camp.

Now he was swaying, riding on his horse, following the wrong ones.

Even the team is controlled by the officer corps below.

Although the nobles of Daxia have various shortcomings, their family inheritance can actually bring good education.

Think about it, the children of poor people in the military academy may never have a chance to say a word to a general in their entire life. The chance of them learning advanced strategy is almost non-existent. If they are very lucky, they may be able to listen to two lectures from senior officers. course, to clarify some issues that have been confusing for a long time.

As for the high-ranking nobles, they have been playing war with the general's grandfather since they were young. When the children from poor families listen to hunting stories, they are listening to their grandfather's real battle cases and real analysis. They have countless opportunities. , repeatedly asking questions that you don't understand, and being able to argue with senior military officers - under such educational conditions, it would be unreasonable and unfair if the promotion speed is slower than that of children from poor families.

Wu Shuangsheng was half asleep when he was pushed twice by the adjutant. The latter whispered: "My lord, we are in place."

"Go get water." Wu Shuangsheng wiped his mouth. He just dreamed of four people fighting on the bed again. He was so tired even in his dreams.

The adjutant waved the torch twice, and the officers shouted.

The so-called secret operation, through them, has no concealment at all.

The garrison in the capital dared not enter except the palace city, and even dared to tear down the walls of the second gate.

The soldiers pulled the donkeys and oxen they had obtained temporarily and walked towards the river and ditch.

Spreading salt is actually a very technical job, because salt is very expensive, and the salt obtained temporarily in the capital is even more expensive, so it is necessary to spread it well, and it is best to melt it in large quantities to avoid insufficient quantity in the end.

On the top of the hill, Hou Wenwu even held his hands and laughed.

He had already secretly made plans in his mind on how to stir things up again.

Several soldiers began to pour salt water on the vegetable fields and rice fields in front of them.

The officers shouted loudly: "Quick, quick, quick, we need more than 100,000 acres of land."

He himself remained motionless.

Wu Shuangsheng is still dreaming about his story of four people sharing a bed.

On the dark horizon, a string of shining points of light flashed across.

The messenger lying on the Star Warlock shouted loudly: "Stop, stop—"

The voice was shrill and miserable.

Wu Shuangsheng rubbed his hands and smiled: "You can't stop, little girl, I'm here."

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