If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Roman thought his conversation with Garin went well.

The latter also agreed to become his "spell consultant" and be responsible for teaching Gweil and Sanna basic training.

After the purpose of the trip was achieved, Roman asked Garin to move out.

"I'll give you three days, and I'll send someone over to help you demolish your home!" Roman said clearly.

I have to move it out!

This is not negotiable!

Gweil and Sanna can live in the mountains, but Roman is tired of his subjects running to the mountains if they encounter some illness.

There will be more and more pregnant women in the future, and it is always good to have a doctor.

"I have to explain in advance that I was just a stargazer in the church before, not a real doctor." Galin couldn't laugh or cry. It was impossible for him to deal with the medical gap alone.

Roman said calmly: "I know that."

However, if Galin did not go down the mountain, the round trip would take several hours, and some people would miss the effective treatment time.

"I am a hermit now," Galin repeated.

Roman raised his chin and said: "What are you looking for in the mountains? Inner peace? Or do you want to return to nature? Otherwise, I will seal the mountains and let you fend for yourself here."

Jialin was speechless. He wanted to ask you if you understood the meaning of a hermit monk?

"I don't want to be exposed."

"I will protect you!"

"Paper cannot contain fire."

"But swords do!"

The two blew their beards and stared.

Garin bargained, and Roman bit him to death.

This is not negotiable.

Gweil came back at this time. She went to visit the person who once called her mother. Now that she learned from Roman that Galin had promised to go down the mountain, she immediately smiled.

"Grandpa Galin, I'll help you move in a few days." She said with a smile.

Galin looked at the backs of the three people leaving, turned his head to look at the lonely hut, and began to frown.

the other side.

Roman took Gweir and Sanna to the foot of the mountain, and the hand holding the reins suddenly stopped.

He suddenly realized that Garin might not be that simple.

Galin claims to have been a stargazer, but later abandoned the church and now lives in seclusion in the mountains...

Why does he know what is going on in the northern land and the current situation of the Grand Dukedom?

It doesn't matter, he is not a person who wants to get to the bottom of things, let alone their cooperative relationship, it is normal for people to have some secrets.

He only cares about what a person can do, not what he thinks.

After riding back to the manor, Sanna got down first, then Roman, and finally took Gweir down as well.

The footman led the horse to the stable.

It was now lunch time. Seeing Roman come back, the maid also brought wild vegetable soup, roasted venison, fried fish fillets and mutton casserole to the table.

While the three of them were eating, Seth hurried back to the manor.

"Master, something happened."

The deacon's face was tense.

He rushed over quickly, just to hand a thick piece of paper to Roman.

Roman put down his chopsticks and held the wild vegetable root in his mouth. Chewing on it, he took the thick paper.

Then it was discovered that it was a letter from a nobleman, with five seals at the end, indicating that it was signed by five noblemen.

The content is also very simple. These five nobles want to help Count Kant seek justice and explanation, and ask Roman to limit the sale of salt to no more than 300,000 kilograms per year, and they will send envoys to negotiate the matter.

"How many kilograms of salt did we sell last year?" Roman raised his head and asked.

"More than six hundred and eighty-seven thousand three hundred pounds of salt," Seth replied.

Most of the supplies that Sige Town received last year were obtained in exchange for salt.

The retail merchants alone shipped out more than 100,000 pieces of salt.

"This year I plan to increase the production of salt to 1.5 million jins."

Roman has just returned from Galin and is now preparing to build a medical team. He will select a group of apostles and teach them medical knowledge. He also needs to train a group of nurses.

Otherwise, if there were too many troops, he would not be able to give medicine to everyone if there were mass casualties.

As a result, this incident happened.

Roman didn't feel anything at all, what was supposed to come came anyway.

Therefore, farming is often not smooth sailing.

Is six hundred thousand kilograms of salt a lot?

It's not too much, it's not too much. If all the salt-producing areas in the seven countries are combined, at least tens of millions of kilograms of salt will flow into the market every year. The average person per year is less than two taels of salt...

is it possible?

Obviously impossible.

If 90% of the peasant class supports 10% of the non-peasant class, that number must be in the millions.

Those rich peasants, squires, craftsmen, free riders, war knights, nobles, etc. who can afford to eat salt.

As long as they can afford salt, they will continue to eat salt.

Three to five kilograms of salt per person per year is not enough.

Therefore, it is possible to double or quadruple the output.

Roman only made an estimate without detailed data.

Five or six hundred thousand catties is a small splash. But it is certain to cause local unrest.

Similar to the modern situation, what restricts the production of salt is not the salt-producing land, but the greed of people.

As long as there are enough manpower, the output of any salt-producing land can be increased several times.

But as a large amount of salt floods into the market, the price will definitely be reduced.

This is of no benefit to the salt-producing aristocracy. Once the price of salt comes down, it will not be conducive to their sustainable fishing.

Those nobles who do not produce salt are happy to hear this. The drop in the price of purchasing salt does not mean that the salt tax has dropped. The amount should be collected.

Roman's answer was that he didn't care about the letter at all and just explained his plans for this year to Seth.

Seth frowned slightly, and Roman said, "Now, can you tell me who is here."

Seth's brows relaxed and he talked freely.

"These emblems come from the Bechts family, the Wieliczka family, the Guerande family, the Carter family, the Simon family..."

The first three families are either the controllers of a salt field or one of the controllers of a salt field.

The latter two families are different.

The Carter family is also known as the 'robber family'.

The Simon family is a new noble family in recent years.

In other words, these five are all powerful nobles, either deeply rooted or strong.

It is certain that each of them is better at fighting than Count Kant.

"Seth, what if you refuse?" Roman asked.

"They will probably declare war on you."

"Business war..." Roman murmured.

Business wars these days are really wars, not fake.

"How many people can they send?"

"Master, I don't know." Seth is old, but the skin on his cheeks is not loose.

His face, which is usually tight, twitched slightly.

You ask me this too? If I knew, I wouldn't work for you as a clerk.

Roman just asked casually, "What do you think?"

"The Bechts family is the most powerful, but it is the farthest from us and can't deal with us with all its strength.

"The Wieliczka and Guerande families are worthy of attention. As far as I know, the economies of these two families are supported by the salt fields. The Guerande family has been praised by the King of Black Iron and sends a lot of salt to the royal family every year.

"The latter two families should have encountered a bottleneck in development, so they want to find another way to become one of the controllers of a salt field.

"Therefore, I have two suggestions. One is to cooperate with the Wieliczka and Guerande families. The other is to cooperate with the Carter and Simon families. "

Roman thought for a moment.

Seth hopes to split up this alliance.

The former is to use the power of others to fight against others, which is safer.

The two families have been operating the salt field for a long time, and they will definitely follow the rules. Just give them part of the profit of the salt mine regularly every year.

The latter is to drive the tiger to eat the wolf. Although there are hidden dangers and great risks, the benefits are also huge.

Because Carter and Simon attach great importance to the salt mine in Sig Town, once Roman cooperates with the two of them, the three will work together to deal with Wieliczka and Garand, and the probability of winning is very high.

But I don't know if these two families are reliable...

Behind this split plan are their respective interests.

If anyone who is ignorant, timid and afraid The little nobles who were involved in the matter were probably stunned when they saw the letter signed by the five great nobles.

Roman and Seth took it as normal.

It was impossible for these five families to collude with each other.

Roman even thought that Carter and Simon must have used some means to stamp their seals on the letter and forcefully intervened.

There was no way. The family had reached a bottleneck period. They had to either expand their territory or find a track.

Seth's proposal was very pertinent. He pulled two against three to form a three against three situation.

The strength of both sides was equal. Either they didn't fight or they fought.

Anyway, one side had to make concessions.

Roman raised his face, looked at the ceiling, and said, "What about the third proposal?"

Seth was silent. If you want to do it, just do it. Why are you asking me?

Roman asked again, "Have the messengers arrived?"

"There were five messengers who arrived with the letter. They asked to see you immediately and their attitude was not very friendly. I stopped them all and they are now waiting for your response at the dock. "

Roman nodded slightly, neither asking about those people's attitudes nor saying that Seth's actions were wrong.

He handed the thick parchment to Seth and said in a calm tone:

"Tell them to get out and tell their master: You are the singers! If you have the guts, come over and I will beat you up!"