"How much salt do you think you are a nobleman worth?"

Earl Charles, facing such a question that he never thought he would answer, sat in the prison cell he built himself in Plymouth, and thought for two hours.

All the captured nobles were thrown into prison, but the captured wounded soldiers and surrendered soldiers were better treated. They were under the supervision of the Ming army outside the city to build a prisoner of war camp. The seriously injured and untreated slightly wounded soldiers could be treated in the city.

What stumped him was not this question about salt. What made Count Charles fall into deep self-doubt? What caused him to fall into the prison he built in the big town of his fiefdom and think about how much salt he deserved.

The Count is about to go back to the secret. He has realized that when the plague comes, he should not take his family and beautiful ladies out of the city to have fun, and should strictly guard these unruly people in the city.

Or if there is a problem in the city, you will immediately go to London to take refuge, and the situation may be much better.

Finally, until the end, the Count did not understand why his troops had collapsed. He and the cavalry were still fighting, but the troops failed to come to support him. Instead, they fled in scattered and failed him.

The quarrel outside the prison interrupted the count's thoughts. He first heard the sound of the man wearing armor walking, and then a young man said something in a very fast speech speed and a irritable voice. However, the stone walls of the prison made him see nothing except a pair of very fat and black leather boots exposed.

Soon, he saw an Irish red beard wearing only armed clothes with an axe around his waist, and behind him was the owner of the pair of fat black boots. He was a young man with not fair skin, swaying against the torch and unable to see his expression clearly.

It only makes people feel strong and very tall. They are wearing a dark blue stand-up collar short robe that is not common to the Ming people. The short robe is covered with exquisitely crafted breastplate, and the shoulders and arms are folds pressed out by wearing armor for a long time.

He had a wide belt around his waist and a knife hung his waist. His loose cotton pants were inserted into the black leather boots. His leather boots were cut by a sharp weapon, and he could see the layers of iron armor pieces inside the boots.

The Irish man walking in front sighed through the wooden railing in the cell, raised his hand and patted the wooden railing, and said, "The general is very angry. He said that you have not calculated how much salt you deserve in half an hour. You have no time. People with poor arithmetic will be killed."

Earl Charles: If I don’t have good math, I will kill me? To be honest, who has heard of such a reason from ancient times to the present!

"I am the earl of Plymouth, one of the most noble men in England. Even if I am captured, I should be treated worthy of my status and should not be kept in prison."

After complaining a few times, the count surrendered and said, "All the land you can see around is my fiefdom. How do I know how much salt I can buy if I redeem my money, how much salt you want? My wealth can buy all the salt produced in Chester Cheshire this year."

Although England is surrounded by the sea, it is not possible to produce salt in this world. The climate here is humid and rainy, and drying salt is a matter of looking at the face. In fact, until four hundred years later, drying salt is still a matter of looking at the face. Too much rainfall in India can increase international salt prices.

England's main salt-producing land is Cheshire, near Wales, and the city of Liverpool is booming because of salt mines.

The Irish translator doesn't seem to like the self-proclaimed virtue of Count Charles. He added some materials to Ying Ming's translation. After a while, he received Ying Ming's response and reposted to the Count: "Go to your mother, my general is Yao, Shun and Yu. The surname Ying comes from the Ji family. It has been passed down for thousands of years. Who knows where your bullshit Cheshire is!"

"Don't mention your fiefdom. Puli County has been under the Ming Dynasty. Now the general is asking you how much ransom you can get."

Charles was confused by the Irish translation of this verbal habit, which was not smooth according to their uneven language habits. He blinked and felt a little crying in his heart: If I don’t ask me to bring up the fiefdom, then what will I pay you the ransom?

There was no way, the Count was not very lucky. If an hour ago, even if the Irish translator added some materials to him, Ying Ming would not speak so violently. Now the commander was thinking about the comments about the three battalions in the official document written to the military government. He was really not in the mood to listen to the prisoners and wasted time.

"Dear General, Puli County is your trophy, and besides that all my fiefs earn one-third of your annual income, we have reached a contract that lasts for seven years, during which you give me freedom, and even if the Queen and you reach a peace agreement, this contract between you and me will remain valid."

To be honest, Yingming looked down on the so-called fief income of a small lord on the island barbarians. Before King Alan, Zhu Xiaoen, joined the Ming Dynasty, wasn't it like Charles, who was so poor that he was dying.

The Count thought he had put forward a very tempting condition, but unexpectedly heard the young general outside the prison snorting coldly, and then his Irish entourage translated: "How much income can you get in a year? One third, seven years, how much salt can you get together? How much salt can you buy."

Where did the local buns come from? They look down on others!

Just because he was ignorant, Earl Charles was so brave that he took out a silver coin from the bird bag in his crotch and said, "This is a shilling, it is worth twelve pence, and it can buy the best goose, and you can buy the equivalent of 50 kilograms of salt in Cheshire."

"Twenty shillings for one pound, tell your master that my annual income is 12,000 to 14,000 pounds." Charles said to the Irish translator: "As long as two small requests are satisfied, I can give him four,000 pounds a year as ransom."

Earl Charles was eager to see his shock in Ying Ming's eyes, but he didn't. In fact, Ying Ming was converting prices in his mind.

Geese and salt are both good equivalents. Goose is very expensive. When he left Tianjin, Beiyang prepared a big meal for each small flag before going to sea. Of course, this year, it is not called a big meal, but a small meal. It is called a big meal, and Xiaolin has a standard dish. The difference between training A-level food is that there are gooses; B-level food has no goose, and two fish are used instead; C-level food only has one fish.

The price of goose is one cent and eight cents of silver, which is more than ten kilograms of beef. This is because Beiyang ate Tianjin beef higher. In the past, when there was no Beiyang, a fat goose topped with twelve and a half kilograms of beef.

As for salt, it’s even better. Beiyang uses salt at the same price as Jingying, and one pound is worth five cents of silver, and two hundred pounds of silver is one liang.

Ying Ming calculated in his mind that if one tael of silver buys two hundred pounds of salt, four shillings can buy two hundred pounds of salt, one pound can buy a thousand pounds of salt, and five taels of silver, then this is four thousand pounds a year... not a small amount.

This count's annual income is 60,000 taels of silver?

What should I say when facing the 20,000 taels of silver that is within my reach every year?

He shook his head, left a sentence to the Irish translator, and left the prison built underground without looking back.
Chapter completed!