The importance of food is self-evident, but as long as food is regulated at the national level, it can achieve the role of temporary replacement or even completely replace the current currency.

Take the Saxon Kingdom as an example. The bread required by adult men every day is about one kilogram, and a certain amount of meat, such as bacon, ham, sausage, bacon and fish, as well as a large amount of vegetables.

"First let the 500,000 reserves be converted into regular troops. They will go to various parts of the kingdom in two weeks as a brigade to obtain control of the granary from local officials. I suggest that all live pigs, cattle, sheep, and poultry be converted into military control, and strictly implement grain rations for the people of all regions. Only in this way can we deal with the northern giants who are about to move south."

The words of Marquis Brackbarn are not difficult to understand. Under the premise of material allocation, the credit value of food exceeds that of currency, so there is no need to pay pensions in gold pounds, and it can fundamentally complete early mobilization of the people and prepare for war.

"But what should those merchants do, and there are bankers." Lawrence was anxious. "They would not agree to the Kingdom's full transfer into military control. They would ask us to pay all the money in advance."

"Use grain to compensate for their loans." Marquis of Brackbarn spoke coldly and ruthlessly. "At present, domestic food prices are stable, and the first thing to do after reorganizing the armament is to close the border. In this way, the food outside cannot enter, and the specific food price is completely up to us. On the premise of ensuring annual production and people's needs, we have the right to price bread. If bankers do not want to starve to death, they must honestly accept the conditions for repayment based on grains."

"Holy Lord, how could you... have such a terrible thought?" Lawrence's face was full of horror. He completely forgot that doing so was a rude act in front of the king. "We will completely lose our credit, and even if we defeat the northern giants, we will lose the entire market. There will be no taxes in the future, and those nobles will definitely rebel in extreme dissatisfaction."

"I just want them all to jump out." The burly Marquis of Brackbarn did not change his mind at all. "Kill if it should be, and even exterminate the clan. The kingdom is already in danger, and they must contribute their strength. If they oppose... then kill until they agree."

Lawrence, who was pale, stared at him for a long time, finally turned his eyes to the king and issued a nearly begging prayer, "Your Majesty... can't do this, really can't do this..."

King George sat there without saying a word.

He was thinking.

"Let me think about it, give me some time, let me think about it..."

...

The Kingdom of Saxon, Jean-Coin.

The Marquis of Bosville met Elizabeth in his studio.

The elderly face was full of smiles, steaming coffee and several exquisite desserts on the table.

"You haven't come to Jean-shire for a long time. Bertoniki always complains that I didn't invite you." The two sat very close, and the old Marquis held Elizabeth's hand and rubbed slowly in his smile.

He is a very cautious person. Age means experience of the Marquis of Bosville, whose age and experience are far more than that of young people. The old saying goes, "Young people love sex, while the elderly love money." This is the most suitable thing for the Marquis of Bosville.

The Elpso Trading Company's business in Jean-Keire was very good. The Marquis of Bosville in it made him profit. More importantly, Elizabeth had no problem in operating. The Marquis of the Old Marquis had been secretly observing the relationship between his youngest daughter Bertoniki and Elizabeth, and found that the two were just friends. Although the latter had indeed used Bertoniki to achieve some small private purposes, it was harmless and was within the scope of the Old Marquis' permission.

As long as you can make money and have real and visible returns, everything can be discussed.

The wariness of the king can even be said to be a certain degree of disgust that prompted the Marquis of Bosville to become a key member of Elizabeth's loan list.

The reason is very simple. The previous Wangyou fan business made a lot of money. The Marquis has never been a person who thinks that there are too many gold pounds in his pocket and that it can't hold it.

With this foundation, the old Marquis began to become interested in other things... a small interest that seemed dispensable to him.

"Lawrence has replied." Marquis Boswell picked up a letter from his desk and smiled. "The king agreed to our loan plan and will send new contract text tomorrow. From next month, our business will expand to every corner of the Saxon Kingdom and other countries."

His right hand has not let go of Elizabeth's palm. The girl's skin is so smooth and soft, comparable to the best quality silk.

When he gets older, his abilities in that aspect are greatly weakened, but he always has inexplicable demands when he is stimulated. Especially when he is a Marquis of Bosville, he doesn't like ordinary women at all.

Elizabeth, wearing a light blue long skirt, looked elegant and generous. She let her hands be held by the other party, as if that was the correct position. She had a bright smile on her face, like a lively and innocent little girl. "Great, this is indeed good news. Dear Lord, it's all because of you."

The old Marquis smiled gently, put down the letter, and slowly extended his left hand to Elizabeth's half-exposed shoulder in a very natural movement. Because it was a sofa, the distance between the two people was also constantly shortening.

"I feel that you are particularly charming today." He reused the beautiful words he said at least ten years ago. The Holy Lord testified that this was the first time in these years the Marquis of Bosville said this.

Elizabeth's eyes struggled a little, her body trembled, but there was no obvious refusal. "...Bertoniki is my friend, I..."

"She is my daughter. She has no say in this matter." The old Marquis' attitude was extremely firm, and his personal majesty was revealed in his words.

The door was closed and no one was allowed to come in without permission.

A few hours later, Elizabeth left the studio.

The Marquis of Bosville is too old, and his ability and chances of explosion are zero, but his preference for beautiful women has not decreased at all. Just like the dormant cat in the civilized era, Nobita can't take it apart and see the secrets, but he can touch it with its round and chubby appearance and touch it over and over again.

She soon returned to her own residence in Jean-shire.

Elizabeth did not think it was a humiliation. Although she did have similar thoughts at first, she was wiped out with her solitude in the studio again and again with the Marquis of Bosville. Instead, it was an unbreakable loyalty to the young king far north.

I am willing to do anything for the man I love deeply.

After gathering his dress, Elizabeth walked into the warehouse in the backyard and saw the busy workers piled up among the mountains of goods, and Stewart, who was counting the goods.

"How are you preparing?" She looked as usual, and there was no trace of flushing and panting for half an hour.

"It's almost done." Stewart picked up a large pocket from the side. The surface of the bag was covered with a black emblem of the Saxon royal family, one of the "borrow content" discussed between the Marquis of Bosville and the Kingdom's Chancellor of the Exchequer. All families of soldiers who died or were captured were given five gold pounds pensions, but two of them were paid in kind, not in currency, but in kind. They included different kinds of food, cloth, salt, and other types of equivalent commodities.

This part of the deduction and pension was taken care of by the Marquis of Bosville, and eventually fell into the Elpso Trading Company under Elizabeth's name. These condolence bags were mixed with a certain proportion of the Forget-Write fans. Through this method of being officially recognized, they would enter thousands of households and become a new spiritual sustenance for the civilians of the Saxon Kingdom.

King George's supervision of the army was extremely strict, and any form of supplies and rations needed to pass the review. All evidence shows that the Forget-Wait Powder is an excellent mental stimulant that ensures soldiers stay awake in extreme situations. However, due to various regulations, Elizabeth was unable to allow his cargo to enter the Kings.

The king needs money and there is no better chance than this.

The same condolence bag will be shipped to Port Sester, and the rebuilt Kingdom Navy also needs this thing.

Elizabeth kept Tianhao's order in mind and made the whites use the Forget-Wuyou fans, the more the better.

...

North of the Saxon Kingdom, Morent County, Odevon Town.

This is a small town with a population of about 2,000 people, located southwest of Aip Town, with a distance of more than 100 kilometers between the two places.

The sun was about to set. Farmer Mike walked away from the busy fields and walked towards the town in the distance with a vine basket full of farm tools.

In any aspect, this place belongs to the northernmost part of the Saxon Kingdom. The Holy Lord is merciful. He set up a forest between the Gobi Desert and the fertile soil, blocking the wind and sand in the north, making the land here easy to cultivate and produce abundant output.

This is a dense forest belt. The forest area north of Odev Town is strictly not dense, and it can even be said to be washing. The forest belt widens from east to west, thus forming a primeval forest that ordinary people are difficult to enter and will lose their direction.

People in the town need firewood, and there are no nobles here. There are always few trees growing on the edge of the forest area, which just maintains a balance between consumption and plant reproduction.

Mike's pace was light, and he hummed a song. Hardworking people were usually very happy, and he was no exception. Years of harvest made Mike fill the granary and cellar. Although most of the harvest was potatoes, such things could be paid as long as they were cut into pieces and dried to pay the taxes they should pay every year. Mike's wife died early, and he was a well-known old widower in the town. Mainly because Mike liked to drink, and his family was well-off and he was quite restrained, which attracted many women to be quite interested in him.

He would stay in the tavern for a while every day. A beer was nothing to Mike. The bar girl named Lisa was Mike's old lover, and she dated twice a week, which was very close... Of course, Mike would pay for it, and Lisa would not speak loudly.

This is a subtle tacit understanding. Mike knows her good reputation. As long as she wants, many women will marry her if they want. Bar girls cannot be considered permanent careers. Lisa is young and beautiful now, and she will have no life when she gets old, so she won't want too much of herself.

On the other hand, Lisa herself knew very well that Mike came to him because there were no more beautiful women in the town. As long as he was willing to go south, the city there would be more prosperous and she would have any kind of women she wanted.

Mike is a great farmer. He raised more than a dozen pigs, six sheep, three cows, a horse, and a large group of hens and ducks. Of course, these things are nothing to the nobles, and they are not even enough to consume a banquet. However, in the eyes of most civilians, one or two large fat pigs can be slaughtered every year, and eat bacon and ham from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. Mike is indeed a real rich man in Odev Town.

Mike usually has to work in the fields, so he will definitely not be able to handle these animals alone. Especially the chickens and ducks in the yard, it is troublesome to serve them, so Mike hired two women to help feed the pigs and chickens himself. The price he offered was very good, mainly marinated pork, the large marinated fat with a strong salty and umami flavor was very delicious, especially when it was sliced ​​and fryed in a pan until crispy, served with gravy, and sandwiched with hot toast bread, you will feel various signals about happiness from your teeth and tongue to your brain.

Yes, Mike masters some special skill in marinating meat. It's not surprising, just like the old women have a lot of experience in pickling pickles, the sour cucumbers they make are unique in flavor, which is incomparable to even the most luxurious restaurants in the bustling city.

There are always some women around Mike. An old widower with wealth is full of attraction, and he has no children and is young and strong. When working in summer, Mike always takes off his clothes and keeps his upper body naked. The exposed tendon flesh is full of masculine charm, soaked in sweat and shines in the sun. Almost all women who see this scene can't help but blush and beat their hearts, and they want to pounce on it and hold this guy and bite it hard.

This kind of thing can only happen in remote towns like Odwin.

The sky became dimmer and Mike accelerated. He didn't feel tired, but was full of energy. From a distance, you could see the vague church spire in the town and the crucifix standing at the highest position. He couldn't wait to arrive at the tavern as soon as possible, touch Lisa's round butt a few times, and then have a big glass of beer to enjoy life and life.

The roads opened from the forest are not wide, and the roadside is covered with weeds. For some reason, Mike suddenly became a little afraid of the shadow-covered forest in front of him... He himself also felt strange. He had never felt this way before, as if he had come to a completely unfamiliar place.
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