Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

"Persians, shut up! When your wife and children are in the camp again, I haven't treated them badly!" said Mercis angrily.

"Mersis, you really just let these dozens of people pick up... pick up...?" Kristoa blushed and asked seriously.

Mercis knew that this could not be concealed, so he had to say: "There are still some women who have robbed their soldiers and died in battle. I think it’s easy to make money here. After all, our food is given to the soldiers first, and they are also for survival..."

"Then why didn't you let them go?" Kristoa asked.

"Let them go, where can they go? They have left their hometown hundreds or thousands of miles away! They can't go back. Instead of being captured as slaves by city-states and tribes along the way, it is better to stay in Our barracks can at least live a little better..." Mercis said with pity.

"It's all the crimes committed by the soldiers!" Daveus sighed and put his arms around the sad Christoya, and said, "Mercis, you don't have to force them anymore... I see this We will provide them with food for free, and when we find a place in Great Greece, we will marry them to the soldiers... in the future our soldiers will not go looting because we will not be mercenaries anymore!"

"Boss, you are so kind!" Mercis hurriedly praised, and hurried away. He didn't want to face the blame of Christoya again.

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With the passage of time, news from the west is worrying day by day, the camps of the Lucanians in the mountain pass on the west are expanding day by day, and the Turiris working on the Xubari plains on the north bank of the Krati River are increasingly Rare... Until a dozen days later, when Lucanian spies appeared on the outskirts of Turij, causing a panic among the people in the city, the generals of the City Hall knew that the Lukanian attack was coming, they must do well ready.

So, with his mission in mind, Burkos took the boat to the simple pier at the mouth of the Krati River (the bad habits of the Greeks, as long as they can go by boat, they will never walk).

On the shore, Burkos found that it was obviously more popular than the rest of the Xubari Plain. Three or two people walked on a rammed wide dirt road, which led to a large earth fence.

"What is that?" Burcos asked Moras.

"It's a market built by mercenaries I told you last time."

When Moras told him, he didn't care.At this moment, he was interested. Anyway, he went to the mercenary camp to go through this market, and it didn't take much time to go in and see.

Before reaching the market entrance, the boiling voice filled his ears.At the door stood two beautifully dressed and pretty women, slim and slim, looking at the face and knowing that they were not Greeks, but the Greek spoken was gentle and gentle: "Dear guests, welcome you! Is this your first time?"

Moras couldn't help but nodded again and again.

"If you are here to sell things, there is a wooden house at the door, which is our market management room. You can find the person in charge to select the booth for you, but it will cost a small fee."

"How much does it cost?" Burcos asked urgently.

"One Opol a day."

The price is very cheap, but this group of mercenaries actually used Turri's land to make money!Burcos was angry.

"But now the stalls are full, you can only come back tomorrow."

This broken place is so popular!Burcos was taken aback, and said tentatively, "If I had a little extra money, could I squeeze a stall out for me?"

"Dear guests, we charge this fee, not to make money, we are to maintain the order of this market, the help you have provided far exceeds the value of an Opol, we just hope that the stall owners can Give full play to the value of the stalls and earn more than one Opel every day!"

If a modern person hears these words, they will feel very familiar, but Burcos and Moras are completely silly.

Just listen to the woman continue to say: "If you are here to buy something, there is a wooden sign hanging on the door of the bazaar management room, which says that our bazaar has a little requirement for each customer, I hope you can comply. If you encounter fraud or disputes when buying and selling, you can go to the market management office for help, and they will help you solve it enthusiastically..."

Burcos and Moras are also considered to have travelled far and wide, but at the moment they were a little dazed by the woman's remarks. In the Greek city-states they had been to, they had never heard of such considerations for businessmen and customers. At the market, with strong curiosity, they came to the market management office.

This is a humble wooden house with a large window facing the direction of the market. Several people sitting at the window are politely answering questions from customers who come forward to ask questions.

"Hello! Is there any problem that we need to solve?" A dark-skinned, thin Egyptian was very politely asking Moras who was looking out through the window.

Molas just wanted to perfunctory, someone in the house shouted: "Master, welcome you!" A middle-aged man with brown hair, long beard and golden hook nose pushed open the door and greeted him warmly.

"Are you?" Burcos looked at him familiarly.

"The chief commercial officer of Davos, my name is Mariji." Mariji promised him his office without humility.

Burcos didn't pay attention to what he said. He first corrected and said: "No! Please don't call me lord! I'm just an ordinary citizen of Turi." Then, I asked curiously again: "Are you a Persian?"

"Yes." Not only did Mariji avoid taboos, but he was complacent.

"What kind of people do you have here?" Burcos said with a sigh, then pointed to the things placed in the "window" and asked curiously: "What do these weighing machines do here? use?"

"If a customer feels that the amount he bought is insufficient, such as olive oil and sea fish... etc., he can take them here and weigh it. Once he finds that this is the case, the management will find the buyer and carry on with it. If the punishment is serious, the booth will be cancelled and he will no longer be allowed to enter the market."

"Well, yes, very idea. Has there ever been such a thing?" Burcos said lightly.Although he felt that mercenaries had no right to punish anyone on Turri’s land, he thought it was best to talk to their chiefs about this kind of thing.

"Only once, after the punishment, nothing similar happened again." Mariji looked at him and said carefully.

"You said on the board that'No spitting, littering, buyers must keep the stall clean', why should I emphasize these?! All city-state markets I have visited have no such requirements, including Athens. Agora!" This is where Burkos is most interested.

"This is the suggestion of the leader of Davers. He said: "The market is a place where people are densely populated, and it is also a place where garbage and sewage run across. Flies and mosquitoes will affect everyone's mood to buy and sell things. The most important thing is that it will cause epidemics!'" Mariji said cautiously.

"Is it so serious?!" Burcos was surprised.

"The leader is a lord of Hades, and of course he can't ignore it! We not only remind customers, we also have ten slaves to clean the entire market without interruption. I can say that our market is simple but clean. It is cleaner than the market in any city! It takes so much sweat and effort, so it will charge a little bit of fee." Mariji here explained himself quietly.

Burcos breathed in the fresh air and looked down at the flat ground, thoughtfully.