Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 335

   Chapter 335 Head Ticket

   Iron Peaks, Gervodin.

  Do you want to sell the head ticket? This question plagued almost every Tiefeng County militiaman.

   The militia with greater credit is more entangled, and Ivan is among them.

   "Sell it." Aksinya hugged her youngest son and begged her husband: "Sell at least one?"

  Ivan did not speak, just stared at the five head coupons lined up on the table.

   Aside from the assigned value, the head coupon is actually a piece of ordinary parchment with decrees and numbers printed on it. The only special place is probably the lacquer seal and signature of the tribune of Montagne.

   The more Ivan looked at it, the more incredible it became: such an ordinary piece of paper could actually represent such a large amount of wealth.

   "But to whom?" Ivan said hesitantly: "How many gold coins will you sell?"

   Aksinya sat opposite her husband with her sleeping child in her arms, her voice trembling: "I just feel scared."

   What is Aksinya afraid of? Are you afraid of someone with bad intentions? Or are you simply afraid of wealth? She couldn't say it either.

"I want to exchange these head coupons for real land when things settle down." Ivan bit his nails and confided the truth to his wife: "We can go to the countryside to be a rich peasant, and no longer need to stay in the city. Live a day, a day in my life—I don't want to swing my sword anymore."

   "But when will things settle down?"

"I do not know either."

"I am afraid."

   "Then... I'll go out and ask tomorrow." Ivan put away the five head coupons and carefully hid them behind the shrine: "Ask who is willing to buy them?"

  Similar to the conversation between Ivan and his wife, which happened in Gervoudan and even in the whole Iron Peak County. In individual cases, the conversation even turned into arguments and violence.

  While the Ivans slept with unease and anxiety, Winters was showing Mr. Leo a tour of the printing workshop, and little Priskin was there.

The    county government printing workshop uses a classic Gutenberg printing press. In order to meet the special needs of printing announcements, a set of oversized movable type is specially cast.

Winters picked up a copy of the just-printed bulletin, checked it out, and handed it to Mr. Leo with a smile: "Tomorrow, this bulletin will be posted. You're leaving Iron Peak, so please come and see. A glance."

   "Thank goodness." Leo took the announcement: "It's done."

   "It's all your credit." Winters thanked Mr. Leo.

   "It's just tinkering." Leo's face didn't show any smugness, he bowed his head slightly: "What's the credit."

   Little Priskin could not restrain his inner curiosity, and secretly glanced at the newly printed announcement.

   The entire announcement is only about one thing—head tickets.

When    first introduced the first-level merit system, Winters didn't think too much about it, just using it as a temporary incentive.

   After all, the Turdun barbarians who invaded Iron Peak County were full of more than 10,000 heads, and it would not be a big deal if they were all sent to land.

   However, after the introduction of the two policies of "free trading" and "changing the head as a certificate", the nature of the head ticket has changed.

   It becomes a cistern and a powder storehouse, making it tricky for Winters.

   In addition to the Iron Peaks speculators, there is another person who is very interested in poll tickets - Philip Leo.

  Leo observed Winters' decision with great interest. After understanding enough, he found Winters and had an in-depth conversation.

  Leo asked straight to the point: "I want to know, why did you replace the physical head with a paper certificate? It is much easier to forge a paper certificate than a human head."

   "There's no reason." Winters laughed: "The militia is selling heads for too cheap. I can't see it, so I want to raise the price of heads."

   "So it is." Leo showed no emotion.

   "That's how it was then." Winters decided to tell Leo the truth: "Now I have some new ideas, and I think... the head ticket may be a tool for raising funds."

   "How to raise money?"

"As far as I can see, most people who buy poll tickets don't really intend to exchange poll tickets for land." Winters was a little embarrassed to express his immature thoughts: "They see it as a A commodity that can add value.”

Business was a field that Winters knew nothing about, and he longed for the guidance of a seasoned businessman: "If I could, I would like to issue a bond with all the unsold land in Iron Peaks as collateral—as Marshal Ned used to do. ."

  Leo listened carefully and asked, "Why do you want to issue bonds?"

   "Because there is no money." Winters spread his hands: "Ironfeng County needs money everywhere, but there is nothing in the vault."

  Leo was not polite: "If you want the value of the head ticket to be linked to the price of the land. Then I can tell you now - you are playing with fire."

"why?"

"Land is not gold, its value will fluctuate. The current land price in Tiefeng County is stable because the New Land Reclamation Corps rigidly stipulates the price. Moreover, the supply is strictly controlled and the land price is artificially raised." Leo pointed to his feet and asked. Said: "What do you think the head ticket is?"

   Winters followed Leo's train of thought and replied, "Land?"

   "That's right." Leo dissects the deep logic of the head ticket a little bit: "The head ticket is not a piece of paper, it is a hundred acres of land. Every transaction is equivalent to a hundred acres of land changing hands."

  Leo's fat face was a little red: "You linked head coupons to land, which in disguise reduced the difficulty of land buying and selling, resulting in increased land circulation.

   Prior to this, all land sales had to go through the New Reclamation Corps. now what? The land sale has become 'one-handed payment, one-handed vouchers', and is no longer set by the new land reclamation army.

   What's more, there are thousands of head coupons on the market all of a sudden, which means that you put hundreds of thousands of acres of land into the market in one go. I am not alarming. When the people of Tiefeng County come to their senses, the land price in Tiefeng County will collapse by a thousand miles, and all the landlords in Tiefeng County will become your enemies. "

   When he first listened, Winters frowned, because Leo was talking about issues he hadn't considered.

   But when he heard Leo solemnly admonishing "you're going to crash the land price in Iron Peak", Winters' brows widened.

   "Wait." Winters asked with a smile: "You mean that the continued implementation of head coupons will make land prices fall? Make it easier to buy and sell land?"

   "Of course!" Leo didn't know why, but he explained patiently: "It's like a cloth merchant suddenly comes up with hundreds of thousands of wool, and the price of wool on the market will naturally drop."

   Winters nodded, and his expression became lighter: "Then I can feel a little more at ease."

  Leo simply couldn't make sense to the self-taught boar economist: "Your Excellency Montagne—all the landlords of Iron Peak will regard you as their enemy."

"I know." Winters considered the gains and losses: "But it's smaller than the resistance that the direct allocation of the land provokes. The manor owner will be dissatisfied, but more people will become my allies, so I'm not very afraid. "

  Leo was speechless, and asked again: "Have you ever thought about it, suppose the landlords buy the poll tickets in large numbers, you want to give land to the poor, but the land eventually falls into the hands of the landlords?"

  Winters was stopped by the question, and he was silent for a long time. He grabbed Mr. Leo's hand: "Then you have to help me think of a way to avoid this from happening."

   The next day, Ivan got up very early, and he planned to find a sheriff who he knew well to ask who was buying the poll tickets.

   Leaving the house, he wrapped his clothes tightly and walked to the other end of the city.

   Passing through the square, he saw a lot of people gathered in front of the bulletin board. At this time, it was just dawn, and it was reasonable that there would not be so many people going out.

  Inspired by the trend of curiosity, Ivan went to the square.

   The people crowding around the notice board were mostly illiterate, but that was okay, the city clerks were shouting hoarsely.

  Ivan stood outside the crowd and listened for a long time, and roughly understood two things:

   First of all, the county government will start clearing the land, and after the Eucharist next year, it will be cashed to anyone who wants to cash the head ticket;

  Secondly, the county government will issue smaller denominations of head vouchers to gradually replace the current head vouchers.

   Hearing this, Ivan stomped his feet, ready to go home. He doesn't plan to sell his head ticket for the time being, because the current head ticket is one hundred acres, and Ivan will feel distressed whichever one he sells.

   He is not in a hurry to use the money, so he is going to change to a smaller denomination head ticket, and then sell it as needed.

   Tiefeng County, Manyun Valley.

  The Mayor of Manyun Valley originally thought that Tamas' horse team was all the "bridge builders".

   It wasn't until he found out that Tamas had circled a huge camp that could accommodate thousands of people, that he realized he was wrong.

   As Palatu stepped into the deep winter step by step, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. However, the avenue between Revodan and Manyun Valley presents an unnatural busyness.

  Ever since the horse team arrived in Manyun Valley, for several days, armed **** convoys kept coming from Gervoudan.

  From morning to night, the townspeople could hear the screeching screeching of the heavily loaded carriages.

  Tamas kept his promise. After the fort was completed, he immediately led people to cut trees and erect a pontoon bridge.

   Fear lingered in the heart of the Mayor of Manyungu. He secretly speculated: "With so much baggage, is there going to be another war?"

  Manyyungu's smart guy is not only the mayor, and the news of the war spread like wildfire. For a time, people were panicked, and many wealthy households even went out overnight to escape their troubles and defected to their relatives.

   "What's this called?" Tamas couldn't help laughing and crying: "Are you calling the big guys and explaining it?"

"What to explain?" Morrow put down the graphite bar and said impatiently: "The more you explain, the less they believe it. They are all idle at home in winter and have nothing to do. When they encounter something that can chew their tongues, they talk endlessly... war? How do they know what a war is like..."

   While talking, Morrow realized that he was talking too much, so he stopped suddenly and continued to bury his head in drawing.

"You can't blame them. First, it was for grain, then for Ding, and then it was with Baishan County, and it was with the Hurd people. It didn't stop." Tamas said with some emotion: "If I were a common man in Manyun Valley, I would scared too."

   Moreau continued to draw, ignoring Tamas. After a while, he said coldly: "You are no longer a commoner... When will the people from Baishan County arrive?"

"tomorrow."

   "Let your people be less lazy, and get the pontoon as soon as possible."

   The next day, the army of Baishan County arrived on the other side of the river, causing panic in Manyun Valley.

  Tamas had to come forward to explain the situation and appease everyone, with little success.

   The actions of the Baeksan-gun army were surprisingly consistent with those of Tiefeng-gun: they first built a fort on the river bank, and then proceeded to build a bridge.

  The pontoon bridge, facing east to west, was completed earlier than planned.

The person in charge of White Mountain County is an engineer lieutenant named [Woods], who is not tall and speaks well, without the kind of vagueness that Tamas often feels in "official students" arrogant.

   "Tamas." Woods really didn't know how to address each other. After thinking about it again and again, he chose the right one: "Sir."

  Tamas nodded, body language indicating he was listening.

   "About the thousand horses you agreed to return..."

   "Don't worry, there are not many."

"I believe there is no problem with the number." Woods looked at the horses, and his brows were tightly knitted into a knot: "It's just that the Palatumas you kidnapped, these horses—if I read it correctly—are Hed horses? "

In front of the two of them, the foraging horses were generally one to two punches shorter than Woods' mount.

   And the horse's condition is not very good, the stomach is deflated, and the ribs are protruding one by one.

Tamas was a little ashamed, and he scratched his head: "What do you know, the warhorses you got from your county died of exhaustion, died of illness, and there were really only a few left. We only have these captured Hed horses, you Look, am I riding a Hedma too?"

   said, Tamas patted the neck of the mount.

   "Then why those war horses as cargo..." Woods pointed to another group of horses in the distance.

   The group of horses in the distance was obviously bigger than the Hedma in front of them.

Tamas hurriedly said: "We must give the best war horses to you as cargo first, otherwise you will suffer losses? Return or return, transaction is transaction. Two different things cannot be confused, two groups of horses are also Can't mix."

  Woods bent his whip and asked, "Does Colonel Geisa know about this?"

   "Of course I do." Tamas patted his chest and assured: "Your Excellency Montagne has obtained Colonel Geisa's understanding."

  Woods' expression became more and more strange: "When Captain Montagne got the Colonel's forgiveness... Was the Colonel conscious?"

   "This... I don't know about it."

After   Woods repeatedly confirmed that Colonel Geisa knew about the matter, he sighed helplessly: "That's it. Think about it from another angle, no matter how much you spit out, we will make money."

   "You have already confirmed the warhorse." Tamas put away his smile: "Where are our people?"

   "It's on the other side, I'll bring it to you in a while. I've got delicious food and drink, and I haven't lost a tooth." Woods took out the notebook from his arms: "Now, we can talk about other business."

  Manyyungu civilians were shocked to find that the "rebels" and the Baishan County army not only did not fight, but seemed to have a tacit understanding, each stationed at the bridgehead, and no one crossed the Anya River.

   Townspeople with relatives on the other side tried to apply for a pontoon pass from the army, and the answer was that "anyone can use the pontoon as long as they are not armed."

  The panic gradually subsided, and the traffic between the two counties, which had been cut off since Winters-Montagne conquered Gévordan, was finally restored.

  The camps at both ends of the pontoon serve as delivery points, grain and salt to the west, horses, tobacco and sesame oil to the east.

   [The author knows nothing about economics (covering his face), and the more he writes, the more he realizes his lack of knowledge and writing skills]

   [Assuming that there is such a thing as human head coupons, there will definitely be people who will lose their fortunes - there is no world where no one is hurt]

   [Or, only the injured world of little Priskin has achieved (Winters' kind smile)]

   [So I still have to think about this part of the head ticket, or find a way to "digest" it]

   [The transitional plot has been a bit long recently, I try to be concise and run to the next volume]

   [Thank you for your companionship, I am very grateful]

   [The recent story is not well written, I feel guilty. Wants to focus on Winters, but there's always something else to say]

   [Practice has proved that my ability is still not enough to control a bigger story (covering my face)]

   [But don't worry, I will continue to write down]

   [Can book lovers recommend some writing theory books? Many thanks]

   [Thank you for your collection, reading, subscription, recommendation ticket, monthly ticket, reward and comment, thank you all]

   (end of this chapter)

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