My Empire

Lawnes is now temporarily serving as the manager of Ferry City. He was originally the commander of the naval fleet, but now he no longer cares about the three broken sailboats that are not on the table.

He is now bringing his own soldiers and the people who have been conscripted to build something called the salt field according to the blueprint.

Chris believes that this kind of thing can help Ferry City make a profit, so Lawnes has become a temporary contractor.

"The gods are above... these **** big pits, and these inexplicable mineral powders, can really turn the bitter sea into salt?" Lawnes pressed his sword and looked at the scorching sun above his head. Wiping sweat while complaining.

In fact, he believed Chris' words from the bottom of his heart, because after seeing Chris' cannon himself that day, he believed in what Chris said. A person with absolute force will not lie to his subordinates.

At least, the other party will not make boring deceptions on such meaningless things. This is a logical question, Lawnes thinks very clearly.

Late yesterday, a cavalry from Serris sent a letter in which he explained the establishment of the Principality of Alan Hill and told Lawnes that he has now become the naval commander of the Principality...

In fact, he still only managed the broken ships, but Lawnes was really promoted. He was promoted to the commander-in-chief of a country's navy, which seemed very stylish.

Before he could be happy, he was involved in the production of sea salt again today. This is really a dumbfounding thing, at least Lawnes himself thinks so.

"Although those warships are a bit broken, it is a bit too much to let these warships go fishing and supplement the food reserves of Dukou City..." The adjutant who walked over with his hand fan in the cool breeze looked helpless, and said to Raun. Si complained: "We are sailors. It's really shameful to be fishermen."

"Who lost? Who was the fisherman when they were recruited?" Lawnes grinned and sighed under the scorching sun with his eyes squinted: "Let's do whatever you want, we are all Ellen Hill's. Retainers, now what use are these to say?"

"My lord! My lord!" A middle-aged woman with tanned skin ran over excitedly, the expression on her face was as excited as a handsome guy who had just fallen asleep. She shook her fat buttocks all the way, with the sturdy breath of a seaside woman.

When she got closer, the woman grinned and revealed her white teeth. The wrinkles on her face bloomed with a beautiful flower: "My lord, the experimental salt field is shipped! Look!"

After that, she raised her right hand and spread out her palm in front of Lawnes, with a treasure-presenting expression: "It was done in full accordance with the procedure. We have tasted it just now. It has a bit of astringency. No!"

"Really?" The adjutant looked unbelief, poked his finger in the center of the dirty palm, stuck a bit of shiny gray sea salt, stuffed it into his mouth and tasted it.

A salty taste rushed to the taste buds, blooming on his tongue, with incomparable joy and fragrance, making his eyebrows stretched out suddenly: "Hmm! Your lord! Salty!"

Hearing the adjutant's shout, Lawnes also became curious, and pinched a pinch of sea salt on the woman's palm with his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. In an instant, he also felt the salty and fresh taste, and his face became radiant.

"Okay! Okay!" He looked at the crushed salt left in the woman's hand and said with a big smile: "Hahahaha, with these salt, Ferry City can earn at least thousands of gold coins this year!"

In this world, sea salt has always been uneaten because of its peculiar smell. Because of this, the price of salt in this world is very high. A bite of salty taste in many places is an extremely luxurious treat.

For example, Tubao, the North County further north, and the Prairie Empire are big consumers of salt, and they basically buy as much as they want. With these sea salt, at least a lot of money can be made from these northerners.

Even for these salt, these northerners are willing to exchange strategic resources such as war horses. It is conceivable that the Principality of Ailan Hill will soon have a large number of cavalry, and the quality is still the best.

"Let everyone speed up the construction! The faster these saltworks are repaired, the higher our income!" Lawnes immediately issued an order after being intoxicated for a few seconds.

The civilians in Dukou City who saw the results also accelerated their speed. This is closely related to their income, and naturally it is also the most diligent project of everyone. Even if the sun is scorching, the construction progress of the saltworks has accelerated visibly.

In fact, this world has a certain industrial foundation. For example, there are many special metals in this world, which can improve various properties of common metals. Serris's rich spoilt iron is one of them.

The alloy added with this kind of bright iron can have better strength, lighter weight, better and more perfect than aluminum alloy, it is simply a cheap version of super titanium alloy.

Because of the possibility of a stronger horizontal attack, metallurgical processes such as casting and calcination are also very developed, which is far worse than the early level that Chris is familiar with. This is also the reason why Chris was able to produce cannons immediately. What people here lack is only a systematic scientific framework, and there is no lack of corresponding application level.

At the same time, alchemy is still prevalent in this world. Many alchemists have basic knowledge of chemistry. They are not strange to some chemical reactions, and it is easy to accept the advanced chemistry results provided by Chris.

But even so, Chris still couldn't eat a fat man in one bite. He can only build his own territory little by little, and let the industry begin to penetrate every corner. In the current city of Seris, civilians have become accustomed to all kinds of new things, and they have become accustomed to the outrageously cheap textiles and daily necessities.

With the support of the large sums of funds brought by Desaier, the return of Strider, and the talents of Gurlo in planning and development, Serris's industrial process is orderly and is developing and growing a little bit.

At this moment, a team of knights appeared outside Seris Castle. They were holding the green king flag representing the Arante Empire, with bright armor, and curiously looking at merchants from all over the world.

"We are the special envoys of General Zorn, the commander of the Army of the Arante Empire, to convey General Zorn's orders." Without dismounting, the leading officer said with his chin up, overlooking the soldiers standing guard at the gate of the city.

The soldiers on duty knew that the envoys from the empire could not neglect, and immediately ordered the people to spread the news. He ordered the soldiers to let them go immediately, and personally led a few people to lead the way, leading these knights to the castle of Seris.

Chris has been relatively free these days, because the planning has been completed, and many equipment can only be given up because the technology is not yet mature. He has no trouble drawing drawings and can go to the barracks to see the training of recruits.

But today he didn't go to the barracks, instead he was studying in the castle to learn more about this strange and magical world. Many books in this world are similar to Zhiguai novels in his cognition, so it seems that he can also enjoy it.

For example, the book he is holding now contains the life of Master Gremmel III. This great mage actually took the giant dragon who can speak words as a mount, and created a powerful magical kingdom by himself...

If this book is placed in the world before Chris travels, it must be a very popular Western fantasy magic novel. Chris admired the wonderful story inside, while imagining the impact that modern civilization might have on the world.

"Your Majesty! The envoys of the Arrant Empire came to visit suddenly... They asked to see you and give orders from the Imperial General Zorn." A waiter pushed open the door of Chris's room and stood at the door and bowed his head respectfully. .

"Huh?" It is impossible for Chris to know what the envoys who suddenly visited were so-called. He closed the book in doubt, pressed the book on top of a stack of drawings about the generator, stood up and did two chest expansion exercises. : "I'm going to see them..."

Walking all the way to the meeting hall, Chris saw the armored courier of the Arrant Empire from afar. The other party was also looking at Chris when Chris was looking at him. The two looked at each other for a few times before they started talking.

"I don't know... You... came from afar to deliver what order." Chris didn't know how to call the other person, hesitated for a while and then spoke first, stammering solemnly.

The other party pulled out a piece of letter paper with a red seal from the leather letterbox on his waist and handed it directly to Chris: "Grand Duke Ailan Hill, General Zorn orders you to present all the new weapons in your hands to Arrant. empire."

"What?" Chris heard the other party's words clearly, but he really couldn't believe his ears. He was desperately expanding the army to protect himself. Someone came directly and asked for his life by relying on red mouth and white teeth. arms……

"Grand Duke Ailanhill, because you are still a vassal of the Arante Empire, you'd better obey the empire's orders and hand over those new weapons." With a faint sneer on the other side's face, he repeated his words again. Own order: "You better be aware that it is not good for you to disobey the order of the Arante Empire."

"My weapons are also bought with money, ambassador." Chris calculated it carefully, and then replied: "If the weapons can be converted into taxes and tributes at the actual price, then I can give these weapons to the Imperial military. ."

He felt that it was not the time to turn his face, he could find a reason to postpone, and then go to Desaier and others to discuss countermeasures.