Imric rubbed his eyes drowsily, looking at where he was.
Yesterday, I boasted too much with Magnus and his group of imperial men, using a directive tone to teach the emperor how to develop industry.
To sum up, it means gathering, division of labor, and procedures. A large number of factories are gathered in one place, the types of work are clearly classified, and the processing steps are strictly implemented. In the end, an unprecedented super factory will be obtained.
Unexpectedly, the members of each knight order were taking notes in small notebooks, and with a burst of flattery and consultation, Prince Caledor, who started out as a dragon, made a guest appearance as an industrialization expert.
Magnus, who hadn't slept a wink all night, saw Imrik coming out of the tent and quickly asked someone to hold him. He couldn't let the Dragon Prince escape. He still had many questions to ask.
If he couldn't defeat him, he really wanted to take Imrik to Nunn, feed him as an ancestor, and show the empire a path of steel and gunpowder.
The emperor held a small notebook, put a strong arm on the prince's shoulder, pointed the pencil at the writing position, and forced the elf's eyes to stare at it, "If a large number of farmers are allowed to
enter the city, wouldn't it lead to a further decrease in food production? How to solve it in one step. Food is the foundation of the country, and no mistakes are allowed."
Imrik patted his head and tried to sober up. He drank too much yesterday and did not use any means to solve it. Now look at Magnus The words in the notebook in my hand look like tadpoles.
After looking at it clearly, I found that it is such a simple problem?
"The land reform drives away the farmers and allows the nobles who want to farm to buy land honestly. The state provides protection means and raises the price of food. The church issues quotas, how many acres of land produce how much food. If the quota is not met, the church will be expelled. Trap Weiss Special merchants, let them give money, but not the right to make decisions."
"Isn't this taking the lives of the people as a joke?" When Magnus thought of the nobles' faces, he knew that this would soon lead to arable land. Change hands very quickly.
"Then you don't know how to try Nunn first? Next door is Stiir, the largest granary in the empire. There is no shortage of food in Assur. If you ask me, I can't give you a precise idea. Otherwise, we can take the collectivized land and let Steel, don't do anything else, just supply food." Imrik burped, feeling the smell of alcohol mixing with him, and reminded him,
"Industrialization will definitely sacrifice the interests of some people, how to balance this, It all depends on the level of your emperor."
After saying that, Imrik kicked Magnus away and was about to find a place to put the water. He wanted to ask questions about everything, which made me look like an imperial consultant. You haven't paid your salary yet, so you want to get benefits from me? impossible.
Looking at the elf's somewhat vain back, Magnus motioned for the two of them to see him off, stroking his little bald head and thinking about it.
After Imrik accidentally mentioned industrialized countries a few days ago, he became very interested in it. If handled properly, it would be the biggest gain of this trip.
Using a five-year period as a period, allocate the tasks of the empire's various territories, coordinate resources with each other, and concentrate the resources and manpower that were originally scattered everywhere for optimal allocation.
For example, now, with Nunn as the industrial center, Tyrell providing food, and Reikland as the human resources guarantee, the areas affected by the Church of Sigmar are integrated to achieve the development of productivity as soon as possible.
It is no longer the past passive state of proceeding step by step, restoring people's livelihood and waiting for the return of enemies from all walks of life.
He is still thinking while stroking his bald head, but this will inevitably affect the most critical military issues of each territory. After all, the empire is a loose political body. When resources are redistributed, there will inevitably be different needs. For those in power, this is A great test.
But the emperor gritted his teeth and decided to do it. Steel, faith, and gunpowder were the cornerstones of the empire. Faith was already extremely firm, and the only thing missing was the production of steel and gunpowder.
He wrote a very eye-catching slogan in his notebook, Nunn Engineering College, expanded three times!
Imric has no interest at all in what the big bald man is thinking. We and the empire are not playing the same way. Maybe there will be some similarities in the early stages, but later on, the combination of magic and steel will This is Caledor's future.
However, he was filled with hatred when he thought of the so-called genetic experiments conducted by the court mage. At that time, Gui Mi Xin Qiao agreed to the matter, and the two of them must have focused all their research on genetic modification.
Let's form another research group, find some key people from Teclis, and restart the construct project. Sighing, looking at the two Knights of the Blood of Sigmar following him, especially the expressions that wanted to ask but also had some concerns, he knew that they must have something to say, "Don't be reserved here, just talk nonsense.
" Hurry up and say it."
The knight chuckled, waiting for this moment, "Prince Dragon, you said that the church can get involved in industrialization." "It depends on the thoughts
of your great priests. Although industrialization definitely conflicts with the church in some concepts, But once we get on the right track and the food supply is fully guaranteed, the birth rate will definitely increase. This is enough for the church." The church just
wants to believe in the population. Even if Sigma and Ulric are in charge of the battle, it will He would not be like that lunatic Kane who took pleasure in killing each other among his followers.
The more people there are, the more potential a country has. This is an unchanging truth.
The knight nodded to express his understanding. He still understood this obvious benefit, and turned to talk about the things in the hands of the church,
"I understand, then about the land..."
"The church should throw away the land in its hands. Your brains must not be able to do anything about it." Organize normal agricultural management, lease the land to some small aristocratic businessmen, give management rights, and arrange for some supervision. Convert to a collective farm system, and send those who are suitable to the church to serve as retinues. If you have the brains, you can enter the factory, if you don’t have the brains, you will farm all your life. . As for other aspects, it depends on Magnus's arrangements."
Just when the knight was still about to ask, Imric became a little impatient, "I am a prince, not a consultant. If you want to learn, please arrange for someone to come to Qingyan Port for on-site inspection. , How come I, a dragon lord who is responsible for fighting, have quickly become the logistics manager."
"Forgive me, forgive me." The knight smiled apologetically, thinking that although the Dragon Prince's attitude was not very good, he did have something to say, and he could tell at a glance that the land of the church was The problem with the system is that no one dares to touch this restricted area because it is a theocratic land.
For a long time, it has almost become a private product, and the grain output is far less than that of owner-cultivators of the same area.
When Imric thought of something, he suddenly turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the knight who was speaking. This made him feel a little frightened. The look in his eyes was so scary, as if he wanted to eat himself.
"I remember, your name seems to be Valk, the inner ring knight of the Blood of Sigmar." "
Yes, do you need the blood of Sigmar for anything?"
"Let me tell you, Caledor has recently developed a magic farming method. The machine is specially used to open up large areas of wasteland. Driven by energy stones, it can complete the workload of a hundred people in one day. Not to mention the empire, even the mud roads of Kislev can be bulldozed. "
I don't quite understand what you mean." The knight pretended to smile stupidly. If you ask for some unspeakable conditions, I am not qualified to agree.
"Twenty half-gryphon eggs for one." Imrik revealed his fox tail. What a bullshit magical farming machine developed by Caledor. He then imported one from Saffre and sold it to the empire as a treasure.
Twenty? ! The knight was a little suffocated for a moment. The entire Griffin Knights only had thirty half-gryphons. You just opened your mouth and saw two-thirds of the number of half-gryphon eggs. It was too much.
But if it's just half a gryphon egg, there might be some way to do it, but the number must be reduced.
"Fifteen?"
"Then fifteen, it's settled. I'll immediately send someone from Young Dragon Bay to provide five bases of energy stone reserves."
With arrogant steps, Imrik walked back to Asul. From the location of the position, White Wolf caught fifteen and a half gryphon eggs with bare hands. The White Wolf Church would definitely not want to show weakness when asked, so there were another fifteen.
I caught thirty and a half gryphon eggs in one night, so it seems that my skills haven't slowed down yet. (End of chapter)