In early December, Moldavia has seen the power of winter for the first time. The nobles or bureaucrats who have the means wear all kinds of fur coats and enjoy life around the fireplace. The poor or serfs who have no means can only tighten their sleeves.
Jiang put his hands under his armpits and continued to move the bricks.
Amidst the desolation, Dmitry Milyutin rode a tall horse and slowly entered the city of Chisinau.
This is not the first time that Dmitri has entered this city. In the Eighth Russo-Turkish War more than ten years ago, Dmitri, who was only a mid-level officer, followed General Dibichi to destroy the city.
Passed by here.
"It's exactly the same as before!" Dmitri sighed.
But this is not a good thing. After all, it is already close to 1853. It is exactly the same as in 1828. It can only be said that this city has not developed at all and is almost standing still.
Dmitri shook his head and couldn't help but lower his opinion of Grand Duke Constantine. This Grand Duke has been in office for more than half a year and has done almost nothing worth mentioning. This kind of performance may not be worthy of the future.
The core of reformist leadership.
"Why is there so much noise in front?"
After walking on the streets of Chisinau for a while, Dmitri discovered that there was something wrong with the atmosphere of the city, it was unstable!
He could read the emotions of anxiety, worry and resentment on the faces of passers-by on the street. If most of the people in a city have this kind of mentality, it can only be said that the city is definitely not a livable place.
"Go and ask what's going on?"
Although matters in Moldavia are not under Dmitri's control, as the incoming commander of the Russian garrison in Wallachia, he believes that he still needs to know what happened to his neighbors. After all, Moldavian
Yaco is stuck in Wallachia's supply line, and any disturbance will implicate Wallachia.
Ten minutes later, the adjutant who went to inquire about the news came back. He told Demirit: "The price of food has soared and the supply has been restricted. It is said that many bakeries have not been open for a week!"
This news shocked Dmitri. It is no joke that food is the most important thing for the people. If we want the country to be stable, we must first ensure food supply. Soaring food prices and lack of food supply will definitely cause big problems.
"Did you say why?" Dmitri asked with a stern face.
The adjutant replied: "I just asked casually. It seems that the food supply is tight and someone seems to be hoarding it..."
The adjutant's voice became softer as he spoke. After all, he also knew that this was not a good thing. Regardless of whether there were really profiteers hoarding food, at least the people rioting over food would be a big problem. He also knew who the governor of Moldavia was.
So I didn’t dare to speak ill of Grand Duke Constantine openly.
Dmitri's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. Whenever a war was about to begin, what a general feared most was instability in the rear, and the taboo that caused instability in the rear was hoarding.
Although this kind of behavior has not been eradicated for thousands of years, Dmitri really didn't want to see his rear area being reduced to a pot of porridge by a group of merchants before the war started.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help complaining about Grand Duke Constantine more and more. He felt that this virtuous king who was praised in St. Petersburg as being inferior to modern times in ancient times was really a stick. He has become like this under your rule. Don't you think he is the best?
No consciousness?
"Go to the Governor's Palace!" Dmitri sighed, looked at the rioting crowd, and then rode away worriedly.
As the new commander of the Wallachian garrison, Dmitri actually did not need to pay a special visit to Archduke Constantine. However, his trip was not only to take office, but also to shoulder the task of escorting a new batch of war preparation materials.
Some of the food and arms were given to Grand Duke Constantine for safekeeping, so a handover had to be made.
Not long after, the Governor's Palace arrived, but Grand Duke Constantine did not come to greet Dmitri in person. It was not that Dmitri did not have the dignity, but that Grand Duke Constantine knew where Dmitri's heels were.
As the military attache of his good brother, even if he warmly win over him, he would definitely not be able to make Dmitry "abandon the darkness and turn to the light", so he didn't bother to put in the effort to show off, and just let all official matters be done.
"Your Excellency General, how much food did you escort on this trip?"
After a brief exchange of greetings, Grand Duke Constantine impatiently asked about the food problem. His anxious look made Dmitri feel a little moved in his heart, and he increasingly felt that Moldavia's food problem might not be a trivial matter.
Already.
However, Dmitri did not ask directly, but replied calmly: "According to the order of the War Department, most of the food I escorted will be transported directly to Wallachia, and about 100,000 grains will be left in Moldavia.
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Hearing the number reported by Dmitri, Grand Duke Constantine immediately showed a disappointed expression. Obviously, the little food could not satisfy his appetite. He asked unhappily: "Why transport so much food?"
Wallachia, isn’t this preferring one to another?”
Dmitri was stunned at first and then a little funny, because these grains are not given to you Wallachia and Moldavia, they are war preparation reserves, reserved for the army to attack Bulgaria. Why do you listen to this?
The tone is as if the food belongs to your family.
So Dmitri answered bluntly: "Your Highness, these grains will be directly supplied to the offensive troops in the future. It must be as close to the front line as possible. What's the point of staying in Moldavia without sending it to Wallachia?"
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Grand Duke Constantine was so reviled that he was speechless. He actually accidentally expressed his feelings. If food could be kept in Moldavia, then he could naturally continue to tear down the east wall and mend the west wall to tide over the difficulties.
But leaving so little would not help at all. You say he was angry or not. So he forced himself to explain: "I'm not worried about Wallachia's limited reserve capacity and transporting so much food at once.
Isn't it a big deal that their storage can't keep up and the food is damaged? But we in Moldavia are different. I have been doing this work personally. The storage conditions are excellent and the food is kept without any loss..."
Seeing Grand Duke Constantine chattering a lot of nonsense, Dmitri was very disdainful. Although he didn't know what the storage conditions in Wallachia were like, with Alexei and Li Xiao's usual style
It seems that it is unlikely to be what Grand Duke Constantine said.
At least the credibility of those two people is stronger than that of the Grand Duke who talks about things, but he is not interested in gossiping with Grand Duke Constantine and simply ignores this conversation...