"It's best not to offend this kind of person... You don't know when he will bite, so he is sometimes more dangerous than Cyric." Watching Chumluo leave, Roger reminded Tang Modao.
Tang Mo smiled at Roger: "We are not villains, we are just businessmen! Although we sell the scythe of death, we are not villains... I will let people stare at this bastard, if he doesn't want to live
Now, I'll send him on his way."
"As long as you know it well." Roger saw that Tang Mo didn't pay attention to Chumluo's intention. After reminding him, he said: "Actually, when Dino came to see you just now, I remembered
One more thing to come."
"What's the matter?" Tang Mo took off his fur coat after entering the room and hung it on the cold wall.
His room is really far away from the factory, so the retrofit heating has not spread here. In order to save money, he still lives in such an old room that is not so warm, which makes him look even more shabby and stingy.
Fortunately, when the caravan returned last time, the earl's daughter gave Tang Mo a very precious, pure black fur coat. The fur on this coat was extremely smooth and felt very comfortable.
What's even more rare is that this fur coat is very warm to wear, and the pockets are carefully sewn inside. It can be seen that the craftsmen who made this coat are very attentive.
"We still have an amount of money that has been recorded but not recovered." Roger reminded Tang Mo: "In the Yangmu Kingdom, the elf Augustine John owes us 100,000 gold coins. It has been four months, but he has not
Come back as promised."
"Perhaps he has something important to do. Of course, it's also possible that he is already on his way here." Tang Mo said casually.
His room is now more and more crowded, because he has added a table for himself, which is separated from his desk in the middle of the room.
Now, his desk is filled with drawings and some documents that need to be processed, and on this new table, there is a bottle of ale and several glasses.
All the cups are different. These cups belong to each person. Tang Mo picked up the wine bottle in the middle and shook it gently a few times.
After unplugging the cork, he poured half a glass of ale into Roger's exclusive cup, pushed it to him, and said: "Pay attention to the new slaves, have someone give them a good talk, and let them know who you are."
They were rescued, but don’t misunderstand that we caused their family to be destroyed..."
"I will. Besides, I suddenly have hundreds of mouths. It seems I need to reserve some more food." Roger took the wine glass and added to Tang Mo carefully.
"That's right! What would I do without you to help me?" Tang Mo poured himself a glass with a smile, picked up the cup and saluted Roger: "We have had a lot of idle people recently."
"Yeah, it's really not that small. The fleet has been training all the time. There are hundreds of people and more than a dozen ships, but there is no profit..." Roger mentioned this and became a little anxious: "Besides, this is too much and we can't take it.
Just use hundreds of slaves..."
"However." He then comforted Tang Mo and said: "When the weather gets better, the fleet can go out to sea for trade. If everything goes well, they may bring us more profits. So the fleet is not in vain.
keep."
"In addition, these slaves can also be used. Later we will expand the factory and build roads. We will indeed be short of a lot of manpower." After he finished speaking, he looked at Tang Mo.
"This is also the reason why I bought these slaves." Tang Mo nodded and agreed with Roger's view: "Thousands of needle guns, after Beiling eats them, there will be no more large-scale attacks."
Purchase plan is in place.”
"There is no news from the elves, so we have to find a new buyer again." Tang Mo shook the glass in his hand without drinking the wine: "Next month, there will be no production plan. This is really a
Deadly bad news."
"We can actually produce knives, long swords, I've seen new stamping machinery, and we can also produce iron basins..." Roger bit the bullet and came up with a lot of ideas for converting the military into civilians.
Tang Mo let out a sigh of relief: "These things can give us a breather, but they can't save our lives. The real money comes from arms and real industrial products."
"How's the generator going?" After a pause, Tang Mo asked Roger with concern about the technical improvements at the factory.
"The generator is working normally. We also used electricity to do some experiments you arranged. Everything went well, but the actual effect is not very good." Roger replied: "It does greatly simplify the transmission.
Institutions, this may be the biggest role at present.”
"Where's the lighting?" Tang Mo asked curiously.
"The tungsten wire you mentioned has been produced, but there are still some problems with the glass, and the filling gas is also difficult to obtain." Roger said while taking a sip of wine: "The lamp you mentioned cannot be made yet.
.”
But he quickly added: "But, do you still remember the alchemy workshop you bought? The workers there are very professional. After they got the things you designed, they immediately started experiments, and they made what you wanted.
gas, and also came up with some novel gadgets.”
"This money was not wasted." Tang Mo also took a sip of wine, which dispelled some of the chill in his body, and said with satisfaction.
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Frankly speaking, farming is a very important thing for any civilization in any world. Therefore, it is civilized to divide festivals according to solar terms and set the beginning of the year on the day when spring comes.
a sign.
Those so-called civilizations that only have festivals for gods and no farming festivals are just barbaric and absurd and run-down with no foundation.
These bandits and robbers disguised as civilization may be powerful for a while, but they cannot truly move towards the light.
The Kingdom of Leyte at least celebrates the Spring Festival. Every January 15th, it is an important festival that most countries in the world celebrate and prepare for farming.
On this day, everyone should use the remaining food to cook a very sumptuous dinner for themselves, and then pray to the gods for blessings and harvest more food in the next year.
Of course, those who grow food pray for a good harvest, those who raise pigs pray for the healthy growth of piglets, and those who raise chickens hope for more eggs... Anyway, everyone is celebrating the New Year lively, and everyone's face is full of joy.
Wearing a happy smile.
At least this is the case in Bunas. The emergence of Tang Mo has brought huge changes here. The actual income in Bunas may be three times that of the same time last year. This state can be called an economic miracle.
The fishermen sold all their catch, the brothels were bustling with people, the men in the taverns were eating and drinking and whistling, and even the snowy streets were swept clean.
Days passed, but the ship from the Yangmu Kingdom still did not arrive. Except for Roger, few people talked about this matter in front of Tang Mo. Everyone seemed to think that this would make Tang Mo very unhappy.
Happy.
But, in fact, Tang Mo didn't care about the "lost" one hundred thousand gold coins at all. He had already focused all his attention on chemical experiments and some mechanical design improvements.
With him taking the lead, these chemical experiments went smoothly, and after Tang Mo took out something like the chemical periodic table, the alchemists who were bought by Tang Mo immediately regarded Tang Mo as a god.
Worshiped.
Soon Tang Mo came up with a lot of weird things in the laboratory, and these things were all things he would need to use when producing and innovating in the future.
Just when Tang Mo was using his golden fingers to expand in the technological field, a knight arrived in Bunas holding the North Ridge Wolf Flag high.
"Sir!" After meeting Tang Mo, the knight was very respectful. He nodded slightly, and then took out a copy of the document from his arms: "This is what the Earl asked me to send. The treaty has been signed.
, the south of the Bingjing River has officially become the new territory under the command of the Earl."
"This is good news." Tang Mo took the copy of the treaty, opened it and looked at it carefully.
It seems that the Kingdom of Susas has completely lost patience with the chaos south of the Bingjing River, and in one fell swoop, these "non-paying food and non-paying taxes" rogues were all regarded as a burden and thrown to Fisherow.
Obviously, the Wright Kingdom also maintained a cautious wait-and-see attitude towards the rise of Fischerot, and they had little interest in the chaotic area south of the Bingjing River, so they simply accepted the expansion of Earl Fischerot.
The Kingdom of Susas will also compensate Count Fischereau with 350,000 gold coins. These gold coins will be delivered in three years, 120,000 per year, and the excess will be regarded as interest.
What made Tang Mo a little depressed was that after Susas showed such sincerity, Fischereau had to make a compromise.
He was forced to return 1,500 prisoners of war in Susas, along with the legion flag captured by Tang Mo, and General Tucci's sword.
In addition, Northridge also returned 20 cannons captured on the battlefield to the army of the Kingdom of Wright - these cannons were lost by them last year and are now back to their original owners.
Correspondingly, the Wright Kingdom pinched its nose and admitted Fisherow's request to expand its army. Northridge's current nominal establishment is three regiments, a full 4,500 soldiers.
However, the kingdom is not responsible for the funding of these troops, nor does it provide corresponding weapons-this may be the last stubbornness of the Kingdom of Wright.
It's a pity that Fischerot now looks down on neither Cyric's flintlock guns nor Cyric's field artillery. He is really planning to purchase the equipment himself, from Tang Mo...
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Ah, thank you to the emperor for the reward, I am very happy~~Thank you very much!
