Eagle Byzantium
Chapter 77 Kunlun Slave
For Gawain, another source of wealth is the city of Bari - the output of the various estates of the big hospital was gathered here, and under the leadership of Francesco and the Grand Senate, he began to engage in banking and financial lending business, "and many Italians City-states competed for the Pope and Salian Caesar" to integrate more money and gain greater political prestige and strategic space.
Therefore, Gawain has even begun to plan to mint gold and silver coins, but he feels that he still needs to be patient and patient. After all, the precious metals obtained through trade are not very reliable, and at least they still need to be accumulated.
At this moment, the number of slaves of all kinds purchased into Tarsus has reached four to five thousand.
Among the 1,500 Adigai slaves who arrived in advance, 700 were sent to Alamein Castle to receive mechanical training such as water turbines and millstones. The rest, together with the Slavic slaves, began to build "commerce" for the streets of Tarsus. "Station Inn", while learning architecture and engineering technology. As for the more than 800 mole black slaves, they were assigned to four local citrus plantations in Zephyrim. Zhao Zhao called them "Kunlun slaves" in "Jingxing Manji". He even hoped to spend thirty gold coins Buy one of these and see if you can hammer it He was refined into his own "Mole", but was quickly rejected by the Sixth Division, "Private individuals are not allowed to keep slaves." This made Zhao Zhao sigh with regret at the scroll. It seemed that he had found a Molle to carry him across the country for several years. Romantic stories like the ten-foot-high courtyard wall will never happen again.
Soon, these black slaves wearing straw hats and linen shorts opened four citrus orchards to cultivate saplings on the tidal flats, hills, and foothills between Zephyrim and Corleadio. They first followed the direction. Stones should be used at the foothills with sufficient sunshine in the south or east. They laid roads with lime and opened up each garden into a number of residential areas. Then they dug curved water channels along the main roads of the residential areas, smeared them with lime and lined them with gravel to prevent water and soil erosion, and then planted plants in each residential area. Plant saplings for cultivation and build some sheds.
For this group of slaves, there is a certain salary for doing these things, and it is fixed. It is paid by the royal government of Tarsus and is by no means a temporary gift. All slave technicians have wooden dormitories and three meals a day. There are millet rice, eggs and meat, and absinthe is served every Sunday and they take a half-day break. The salary is far less than that of farmers or technicians with a salary, or even that of the Adigais and Slavs. However, because they have no worries about food and accommodation, this problem is not outstanding. All salaries have formatted documents and are posted on the wooden board in front of the dormitory. , if the supervisor deducts their salary, they also have the right to appeal directly to the Tarsus County Circuit Court.
Now that we have missed the most beautiful season of orange flowers, we can only rely on the cultivation of trees. On the road outside the plantation, a beautiful rider is riding a horse, galloping towards here. The black slaves working in the garden are rushing He stood up, took off his sun hat, and paid homage to the rider who looked like he belonged to a royal court, chanting the slogans of Christ and the Virgin.
"It's terrible, it's blacker than charcoal, the lips are like carmine, and the teeth are like Seris porcelain." The rider wore a white felt hat in the style of a Turkic Ghazi warrior, with a standing peacock pinned to it. Feathers fluttering in the wind, gray hair braided The skirt is hanging down, wearing a white Persian embroidered shirt, loose jodhpurs and boots underneath, with a unique scimitar hanging from the belt. The face is handsome and feminine but energetic, and there is a tuft of mustache, but it is obviously glued on. Because the sound of her mouth betrayed her.
"Master Plani, all your metaphors are the best things in the world." Three or four black-haired Ani girls riding mules or donkeys behind them all joked skillfully in Greek.
They are all Armenian aristocratic girls. They were gifted by Gawain to the arrogant "Master Pulani" after the city of Vanka was captured. Now Agnes not only learned to ride a mule, but also a horse. She raised the Whip replied to his "concubines", "But the most beautiful things are the ugliest when put together."
Several black slaves stood there with blank faces, just smiling ingratiatingly.
"There's really nothing to see here. Let's wait until next spring." The group of people chirped, and then rode their mounts towards Seleucia further away, because according to Gawain's instructions, "Master Plani" not only It was just for fun. She had more important tasks in Seleucia and Alamein.
Seeing them disappearing on the other side of the road, the two black men standing at the front closed their bright white teeth, their expressions turned disdainful and indifferent, and said to each other in fluent Greek, "Neither male nor female. This guy is probably the little sunfish who is famous throughout Tarsus. He still calls himself Mr. Punini or Mr. Prala, right? "
"Shh, don't worry about our business. When we meet this kind of people in the future, we should pretend that we don't understand them to avoid getting into trouble."
"Why?"
"Because these gentlemen always think that their language is the most noble, including that female Caesar. If they knew that we could learn it so quickly, where would their dignity be?"
"It makes sense, my brother."
After the other person finished speaking, the two of them stopped talking and returned to the garden to continue working.
Little Sunfish and her team of concubines bypassed Zephyrim and hurried on their way. However, the summer was over and the nasty autumn rain began to increase. Not long after they left the Pavilion Station in Lamas City the next day, A few dark clouds rolled rapidly along the Cyprus Sea. When she walked to the Ordnance Department's workshop, which was more than ten kilometers away from Seleucia, raindrops fell.
There were wheelbarrows lined up in front of the workshop courtyard. Several militia soldiers were hurriedly covering them with leather to protect them from the rain. The other two held sticks and whips and stopped Agnes who was rushing over.
Agnes took out the seal of the Ordnance Department Guild from her hanging bag and stamped it on the paper roll of the guard. After the guard recognized it, he retreated solemnly under the awning of the gatekeeper and let the deputy director "Master Prani" dressed in Turkic clothes in.
Agnes and three girls sat down in the small pavilion in the backyard of this workshop. This is a water wheel sawmill workshop, which is used to make frames or pivots for various light artillery carriages or large Prani guns. It was still raining outside. After a while, a black-haired girl wrapped in a blanket and shawl hurried in, bowed to everyone, and then began to work on the oven and stove.
"Are you the only one here?" Agnes' words startled the girl who was squatting with her back to her. She turned her head and looked at the woman dressed as a Turkic warrior sitting opposite her...
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A few strands of black hair wet by the rain stuck to the girl's snow-white and rosy cheeks. Her eyes were watery and she looked at the other person with a slight sidelong glance, a little shy but not pretentious.
"Are you an Adige slave?" The little sunfish threw the whip on the side of the chair, making a sound, and then asked. (To be continued ~^~)
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