The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Chiayan walked in despair at the end. Everyone deliberately pulled a long distance away from him. After all, in that era, Jews were not so popular, and he had just been taken from the mercenary group. Expelled.

Ki Ayan himself also walked very slowly, and turned his head one step at a time. He was pitifully hoping that Cheerchen would remember some of his goodness again, and changed his mind to call him back and then entrust him with the important task. After all, such a benevolent master, Ki Ayan hopes to continue to serve him.

Unfortunately, the door did not open again.

As mentioned earlier, everyone deliberately separated from Ki Ayan for a long time, and of course there are exceptions.

When Ki Ayan walked to a corner, a big hand suddenly pulled Ki Ayan into a room.

At that moment, Keayan's eyes showed extreme horror.

He thought it was Basit who was uncomfortable with Chechen who punished him lightly and wanted to give him a "beat first and then behead"-first beat him, and then slaughter him.

"Deputy Commander Bashit, this is still Commander Chechen's castle. If you dare to move me, Commander will not let you go."

In the darkness, Keayan threatened so with a trembling voice.

He tried to make Bacht scrupulous-of course, he also knew that with Bacht's Samson-like strength, breaking his neck was as easy as breaking a baby's arm. But I'm afraid I won't even have time to make a call for help.

"It's me, what is my name!"

When Kiayan heard Pidro's voice, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There was still half a breath, because he was worried that Pidro was looking for him to account for the burning of the manor.

"Deputy Captain Pidro, I will compensate you for the manor I burned down at the price." Chiayan said tremblingly. Kiayan bowed like a shrimp, with arms as thick as a bamboo pole covering his face and head, obviously he was afraid that Pidro would hit him.

Seeing Kiayan's poor posture, Pidro was both angry and funny. But he didn't stop Kiayan because of the manor.

"Of course, of course. Compensation is beyond doubt. But Kiayan, I am not calling you for this, but for other things." Piedro said.

Hearing Pidro said that he didn't come to hit him either, Kiayan finally put down his hand on his face.

"Deputy Captain Pidro. No, my benefactor, protector, is there anything I can do for you?" Chiayang said with a smile.

Pidro curled his lips. He looked at Ki Ayan condescendingly, and sighed that these Jews changed their faces faster than turning a book.

Don't you know, this is the face and mentality that Jews have acquired after losing their home in the Middle East and living around the world.

Pidro said to Kiayan: "I won't go around with you anymore. I ask you, if you want to build Vidava into a profitable territory for our uncles and nephews, how much money and time will it cost?"

"It turned out to be asking me this." Kiayan thought secretly.

Although Kiayan is no longer in charge of Vidawa, he is willing to plan for Cheerchen's uncle and nephew because of Cheerchen's kindness to him-besides, what he did is also an opportunity to show his talent again, maybe Pedro changed his mind and hired himself again.

"My benefactor, protector." Kiayan said: "I told you the truth. You have never returned to Vidava. After this riot, the original farmers of Vidava I ran a lot, and the manor I built for you and Captain Chechen burned to nothing. If you want to rebuild these, you won't be able to rebuild these without a few months and thousands of talers."

Pidro's face twitched a few times after hearing Kiayan's words.

After a while, he asked Kiayan, "So what about profit?"

Ki Ayan asked in a low voice uncertainly: "Master, what do you mean by profit?"

"Of course it is to use Vidava's output to supply the mercenary group." Pidro said impatiently, and he felt that Kiayan's question was simply nonsense.

After listening to Pedro, Chiayan lowered his head and settled silently. Soon, he raised his head.

"My benefactor, protector." Kiyan said cautiously: "If you want to rely on Vidava to support the entire mercenary group, then I am not afraid to offend you. This is impossible. Vidava is like this. Land is at best to feed those people brought by Bacht, and no matter how much it is, it will definitely go bankrupt."

Pidro was silent. He knew that Ki Ayan was telling the truth. Because Pedro once had the same problem with Ingrid, the quartermaster of the mercenary regiment, her conclusion was exactly the same as that of Kiayan. However, Ingrid is even more pessimistic. She believes that Vidawa will only be able to break even after ten years.

Just like that, another ten minutes passed.

Since Pidro didn't speak, Kiayan didn't move, nor did he not move. He could only look at Pidro anxiously.

"All right."

Finally, Pidro sighed. He hooked Kiayan's neck and pulled him closer.

"Kiayan, I believe you should know that our uncle and nephew went to Crimea and made a small fortune. Tell me, besides buying farms in Poland, what other lucrative business is there?"

"Master, do you want to invest?"

"Yes, it's investment." Piedro said, "What do you think of my idea of ​​going to Lviv and other big cities to open some factories?"

The idea of ​​investment came after Chechen and Piedro left Crimea. They have earned in Crimea that the average person has not earned one-tenth of the wealth even in ten lifetimes, but these wealth can never lie in the box and eat ashes. When he arrived in Silesia, Cheerchen mentioned to Pidro that he was thinking about how to save a sum of money for these spendthrift mercenaries, so that they could live a life of food and clothing after they were disabled and retired.

In the beginning, Cheer Chen's idea was to deposit the money in the bank to earn interest.

The earliest public bank in the West was the Bank of Naples, established in 1552. Then, in Genoa in 1586, Venice in 1587, Milan in 1593, Rome in 1605, Amsterdam in 1609, and Hamburg in 1619, banks sprung up.

In the era where Cheor Chen lived, lending deposit services was already commonplace. In Chechen’s hometown, Barcelona, ​​Spain, there have already been public banks operating savings and loan businesses.

After listening to Cheechen's thoughts, Pidro was also deeply impressed. However, his idea was different. He believed that instead of depositing the money in the bank, it would be better to buy more farms and live by collecting rents-this was also the common idea of ​​the nobles at that time.

Especially now that Poland is in the war period, the land abandoned because of the war abounds, and the price of land has fallen to the price of cabbage.

But there is a very real problem here: also because of the war, the land in the war zone cannot be cultivated, and the money invested in the land now will not be profitable until at least a few years after the end of the war. In order to support the mercenary group, Cheer Chen and the others must have a profitable project in recent years.

Ever since, Cheerchen and Piedro thought of investing in factories again. That’s why Pidro asked Kiayan, "How about the idea of ​​opening some factories in big cities like Lviv~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So Pidro said that he didn’t go around with Kiayan. Actually, He still went around a big circle before asking Ki Ayan the question he really wanted to ask.

As for Cheerchen and Pidro’s idea of ​​opening factories, Kiayan also gave a negative opinion.

The reason he gave was: Poles adore foreigners and don't like to buy domestic products.

Kiayan said: "My master, don’t believe me, you can tell from one thing. Our supreme king, where is he from? Not a Polish or a Lithuanian, but a Swedish. . And the last term, the last term was all Swedish."

Pidro pondered what Chiayan had said, as if it was really the case.

But although what Kiayan said is reality, the real reason why Poles do not buy domestic products is not that they are not patriotic, but that most people simply cannot afford it.

Due to the squeeze of the peasants by the nobility after the price revolution, the peasants became poorer and could not afford to eat, not to mention the purchase of various handmade products, which in turn caused a huge blow to the urban handicraft industry. Alcohol, woolen cloth, furniture, leather products, various small products have no market at all, and the economy of small and medium-sized cities is gradually declining. On the other hand, the great Polish aristocrats relied on their privileges and wealth to buy handicraft enterprises in large quantities, and then used cheaper serfs to replace hired labor. The direct consequence was that a large number of enterprises could not compete with them at all, and production stagnation or even bankruptcy occurred, leaving the citizen class without Purchasing power. In the end, only a small number of wealthy aristocrats were left with the real purchasing power.

I heard that opening a factory does not make money, and Piedro is like a discouraged ball.

"You go down first." Piedro waved his hand.