My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 333: Flying Camelot (II)

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“Come here, Alcatel!” Kerall smiled proudly and confidently at Alcatel and said to Alcatel that Alcatel was jealous of him, that he had never hung such a smile because of the people, and that his feeling of internal affairs had always been a word “tired”!! He was very tired, he worked hard and hard on his internal affairs, he had always felt that he was not gifted with internal affairs, and suddenly he found himself wrong because he did not value internal affairs at all! All of his moods were in the hands of military forces and always in the hands of deputies in the area of civilian life.

Exactly because he didn't value it, so in the end, defeat was just a sword-fired area, and as for true prosperity, that means "harvest", right? ”

Alcatel frowned, and there was a stench on the roadside farm, a stench that came out after something had passed, but it seemed worse than a stench.

“What is this?” Alcatel shrugged his nose, and he smelled like he was in the toilet, in a garden full of sunshine and green vegetables, which was disgusting!

“Of course it smells like fertilizer.” Keiral smiled slightly, pointing to a bunch of things that were supposed to be shooting and pissing, and said, "This is from chicken duck poop plus human excrement. ”

“Isn't it dirty?!” Alcatel asked with a disgusting look on his face.

“In fact, if you know that this [dirty] can increase crop yields by a factor of 2.5, that is, by a factor of two plus half, then perhaps you should understand that the word [dirty] means nothing to those who starve to death and are willing to eat anything for those who can survive.” Kerall squinted his eyes as if he were imagining the suffering of the people across the coast.

“Dracula, no, Alcatel, do you know the other side of the coast, known as the presence of the Roman Empire, is calculated to starve an average of 20 farmers a year?” Kerall turned around and looked at Alcatel and said, "Do you believe that? ”

“What? It's impossible!” Well, even if his mouth sounds good, it's not human, but he's a deep-rooted Romanian. The glory of Romanians for 300 years shines deep into his soul, and even Alcatel can't escape vulgarity.

“Yeah, that's it, maybe for taxes Nero can't spot the downstream, and her taxes never seem to change, even because there's been a slight increase in the volume of trade, but these are all false.” Keiral lowered his head and smiled a green bud. Looking at the big, tender growth, it looks like this winter is another good harvest. No, it doesn't take until winter to harvest and plant a second wave in the summer.

“Of course, because of the layout -- you know how big you are in Rome, right?” Keiral asked outside, "Actual data. ”

“I don't know.” Alcatel knew how superficial he was, and according to Romans' custom, any territory subordinate to Rome and paying taxes would be Rome, and when the lord of the territory died, the territory would return to local self-government - knowing that a successful minister or descendant of an aristocrat would come to them before the territory could start taxes again.

To be honest, the system is very pitiful.

Like the countries of the East, the Emperor's first order to ascend was to thoroughly check the fields and the population, measure the land and map, while Rome...

Rome or something is too loose. According to the Orientals, it can only be regarded as the Hou Dynasty. At best, it is similar to the Zhou Dynasty of the Orient. Did the Phantom King of Zhou destroy the Zhou Dynasty? No, that's exactly why the Zhou Dynasties are so powerful. It's just too much to lose that a nation's defence needs to rely on them.

And the situation Nero is facing doesn't make much difference. The Horsemen are too powerful, the foreign enemies are too strong, and she maintains a shaky empire. Can she do that?

Keiral was actually pessimistic, otherwise he wouldn't have started laying out 20 years ago.

Kerall wasn't underestimating women, and she was able to exercise her power in women to Altoria, Dinesh, to the extent that Merlyn and Morgan were intellectually, that no woman in the world seemed to be weaker than a man?

No, boldness! Nero doesn't have enough guts!

This is something that women are not naturally born to change.

Women for hormonal reasons. Although she can kill decisively, everyone knows that women are born weak, because of the Creator.

Nero has the strength to heal the rage, but she doesn't have the strength to kill.

If anyone heard Kerall say that, would they be laughing? Because Nero killed the elders of three senatories in one night, two judges!

But that's exactly what she wasn't strong enough to prove, and if Kerall did it, he would pull together a batch, crush a batch, raise a batch, and then slowly regain the power of the entire Senate, which is a mature political tool, and the nobles of the world who have been beaten down like this have nothing to say, and Alexander, if he did it, would have killed all the nobles of the Senate and their families, and built a new order?

Without questioning Alexander's talents, the reason he now handed over his internal affairs to Greek scholars and continued to follow the Roman system was not because he lacked talent, but because he was waiting for Kerall, who knew he was waiting for the final showdown between the two, and when he defeated himself, the two began to build the politics of the empire together.

Alexander is such a confident man.

Dracula doesn't even know how his enemies are, how strong they are, how logistical they are, whether to fight them or not, and how weak the intelligence makes it impossible for him to recruit Alexander.

“With this chicken duck fertilizer, not only these green vegetables, but also wheat and soybeans, it's a simple farming technique to use him to boost productivity.” Kerall smiled and introduced.

“Aren't you afraid I'll take this way back to Rome?” Staring at Kerall, Alcatel doesn't know how to respond to Kerall's explanation.

“Didn't I tell you? The problem in Rome is not [the people don't eat] [nobility owns too much land] or what is the reason for the dispersal of forces, but on the root, in the paste, what if you take it back? What else can we do besides make the rich richer and the poor poorer?” Keiral shook his head and Dracula was really good at the war. He was proud enough to hold Alexander back for so long, but he was politically a place, too young! Too young!

“Come on, let's walk and talk.” Keiral, hey, smile.

“This windmill is designed for punching, which is to use the power of the wind to fight iron or to cast weapons.” Keiral pointed to the giant windmill and said that the Dutch windmill was indeed famous, but it was actually the sea breeze blowing every year in Camelot, situated on the island country, that was the scariest.

On the other side of Scotland, on the cliff level, enough sea breezes are blowing every year to kill a man on the ground, but Scotland's smokeless coal is also famous, don't look at the prosperity near the Royal City of Camelot, but the Scottish side has already immigrated about 200,000 people, smokeless coal mining, iron sand mining, wind forged windmills, one windmill in an orderly fashion.

There is a news blockade, only two ports are held tight, but there are no merchant ships, of course the fastest and easiest to ship, but in order to keep a secret, the Keralry House of Representatives has set up a stack that leads from Camelot to the northernmost Scotland, and then on the Scottish prairie is a natural grazing base, at which point you can directly: war horses are military materiel under control, and then...

With the constant accumulation of resources here, no one can see how powerful the forces lurking behind Camelot really are.

This windmill, that water mill, is just a corner.

Alcatel knows that these fruits can be produced in autumn or even winter, each of which sells more than five silver coins in Rome. Look clearly, they sell on a case-by-case basis! Not a pound!

That is, only the most luxurious aristocrats are likely to buy this food, and it would be appropriate for it to come out as a gift for a friend.

Those rich, stateless, outrageous aristocrats fired this stuff up to ten dinars a day!

These traitors, the corrupt noblemen who bite their teeth and cut their teeth in the country, while carefully detailing these things, Alcatel looked at everything about Camelot with great curiosity. Everything in this nascent country seemed so novel, this kind of fruit tree planted on the hillside, manure fertilized green vegetables, beekeepers, silkworm breeders, has formed a series of industrial chains, and the ultimate mastermind of this industrial chain is the Camelo Royal Family, which is a blatant monopoly act, but in this “the country is royal, the people are royal, the wealth is royal” era, there was no resistance at all!

A constant flow of wealth into the royal family, and then the royal family equalizes the four giants to bring these riches into the infrastructure, the welfare of the people and the building of the army, a vast empire... is rising! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)