Chapter 539: Sage time

Luo Lan City, the office of the only fire fighting company in the city, Luo Ke was sitting at the desk flipping through the Luo Lan City newspaper.

His backer, Minister Weiketon, finally solved the problem of bread masters not being able to afford flour, but now the pressure was on the millers.

This table knife was cutting deeper and deeper, gradually cutting onto the dinner plate.

Further down, it wasn't something Baron Weiketon could move, he was really worried that this three-headed and six-armed minister would cut his own fingers.

Should... not be, right?

At this time, knocking came from outside the office.

He flipped the newspaper in his hand, saying without looking up.

"Come in."

The door opened, and in came his assistant, the spirited Rui En.

This guy who was always reckless was different today, not only combing his hair neatly, but also standing straight.

"Sir, I brought the letter for you."

"Put it on the cabinet."

"Alright, that... one more thing."

"Hmm?"

"You asked me to find the answer in the black market before, I think... I might have found it." Rui En, who put down the documents, scratched his head, saying with a red face.

At the moment of hearing this sentence, Luo Ke's heart trembled, involuntarily looking up, casting his gaze on his assistant.

"What... answer."

There was fear in his heart, and expectation, but more was confusion and bewilderment... because to tell the truth, this matter had passed for quite a while, he had almost forgotten it.

However, this Lei En guy was clearly serious. He looked at his boss seriously, saying seriously the things he saw in Luo Lan City that afternoon.

"There are too many devils among us. That girl... actually sold her flesh in the alley, no wonder I always feel Saint Xisi is punishing us."

Luo Ke looked at Rui En in surprise, until confirming he was serious.

In his heart, there was both relief and a trace of being between laughter and tears, and a confusion of not knowing what to cry or what to laugh at.

Because the points to complain about were really too many.

Perhaps this was also one of Xiodeng's skills, he let the citizens of Luo Lan City learn to laugh at funerals, cry at weddings, and also successfully confused the audience under the stage, making them unable to distinguish who was the actor.

And Luo Ke was increasingly pessimistic about Mr. Ba Er's republic.

That stonemason, although his knowledge level was insufficient, he and his workers clearly knew what they lacked, and also knew how to make up for it.

And they also successfully found a priest who still had a conscience; regardless of whether that guy was doing bad things, at least he wasn't bad enough to report those poor guys.

But this Mr. Rui En, who had received a good education in a church school, completed the closed loop of logic in a world of wild imagination.

Simply like... a mad speaker.

"Alright, I'm glad you can find the answer, although I think our Saint Xisi isn't that idle... anything else?"

Rui En scratched his head again, saying with a red face.

"That... next month's salary, can it be settled in silver pounds?"

Last night, that girl not only gave it for free, but also chatted with him for a long time, telling him that she was also forced, her family had two sick old people, a brother who loved to gamble, and a younger brother who wanted to study in a church school.

Rui En immediately couldn't do it, he felt that he, as a knight, should do something, at least save one person.

The tragedy of a person with confused logic is probably just that.

He could clearly realize in the previous second that the one walking in the alley was a devil, and in the next second he sold his own head, treating the devil as an angel fallen into the world.

If you don't cheat this guy, the cheater feels sorry for his profession.

"No problem."

Luo Ke didn't want to ask anymore, agreeing to Rui En's request in just one second. So much so that Rui En felt a bit unbelievable, saying two thank yous before going out.

Luo Ke leaned on the office chair, pressing his eyebrows with his index finger, temporarily restraining his sympathy for the Lei En people, deciding to put his energy into work.

Although the Lei En people were all being serious and funny, he couldn't really take his own little life and joke with them...

【Effective immediately, the flour prices of all millers in Luo Lan City must accept the guidance pricing of the Royal Family, and private price hikes are strictly prohibited.

——*Luo Lan City Times*】

The new city hall of Gelansidunbao, before the municipal personnel officially moved into this manor, the royal summer hunt was still continuing.

This kind of large-scale activity would often last for half a month, and now only a week had passed.

Those who could hunt went to the royal hunting ground, and those who couldn't hunt, after losing face in the first two days, generally waited for the hunters to return with prey in the manor, as well as the start of the "post-hunt banquet."

That was the true vanity fair; everyone had prepared their speeches in their bellies, and had each prepared a set for their Emperor and the Prince of the Blood.

Holles was like this.

And while killing time before the banquet, he found that something here was cheaper than in Lei Ming City, and that was the newspaper from Luo Lan City.

The price difference between the two could actually reach double!

However, compared to that astonishing price difference, Holles was even more surprised by the content in the newspaper.

"Saint Xisi is above..."

He admitted that his pattern was small, actually blasphemously thinking of giving the Lei En Majesty an idea to fire this guy to save a salary.

Now he felt that the guy who could think of this genius idea must be the Grand Duke's person!

If so, then not only can't this genius be fired, but he also has to open an account on Queen Street to pay him a salary separately.

Otherwise, it wouldn't match his genius!

Those who couldn't hunt weren't just Holles.

A few bumpkins who had just become rich like him also sat in the garden drinking tea and reading newspapers, talking about land while holding cigars they hadn't smoked.

"... Saint Xisi is above, has their Majesty gone crazy?"

"No, there should be a master pointing behind him! I also just realized recently that the economic pillar of the Lei En Kingdom is the manor, and the millers who depend on the manor owners are the wealthiest class."

"Class... this word sounds really fresh, I seem to have seen it in the *Encyclopedia*."

"I saw it from there, and it was this word that gave me inspiration! As long as you force the millers to undertake the royal debt, they can squeeze out more oil."

"Hiss... but what if the millers are also squeezed dry?"

"This is the troublesome part, the bread industry chain is really too short, from the bread master to the noble there is only one miller, and this miller who depends on the noble probably doesn't understand investment, only knowing how to save money. If the miller is also eaten up, the snake will bite its own tail."

"And then?"

Looking at the friend who was thinking seriously, the man wearing a top hat replied in a mocking tone.

"No one knows about tomorrow, anyway I haven't seen a snake that really dares to bite its own tail, nor have I seen a snake that starved itself to death... perhaps Saint Xisi will send angels down to help them, after all, they always say they are the purest."

"Haha!"

Several factory owners didn't realize that the content they were talking and laughing about at this moment was exactly the same as Adam Smith's criticism of the "Bread Act" in *The Wealth of Nations* in another world.

And the transmission of debt pressure in the economic chain was exactly the same as the "Rent Theory" and class transmission mentioned by David Ricardo in *Principles of Political Economy and Taxation*.

The Campbell Principality hadn't yet had scholars who summarized these experiences from history, after all, everyone was in the torrent of history at this moment, holding newspapers that had just been printed a few days ago in their hands.

However, just like a monkey with a stone knows to throw it out, these sensitive industrialists still relied on their rich experience and used limited theory to pierce the fog in front of them.

If Baron Weiketon intended to cut their leeks, they could at least see where the knife cut, and how long it would take to cut themselves.

This was the role of knowledge and logic.

Listening to the high-talk of those factory owners, Holles's face was full of surprise, suddenly discovering that he had pulled a distance from them.

When did these guys become so cultured?

Although he didn't like reading books before, perhaps he should buy an *Encyclopedia* and look carefully at the content inside...

The forest not far from the new city hall of Gelansidun, the ancient oak forest was lush, and the dense branches and leaves propped up a huge parasol, dividing the afternoon sun into mottled light spots.

Two horses were riding side by side on the forest path, the horse hooves stepping on the soft humus soil, almost making no sound.

The forest occasionally came with a few crisp bird calls, disturbing the silence in the forest, but didn't disturb the search of the two hunters.

Riding on the patrol path, Grand Duke Edward didn't carry a traditional hunting bow, but instead held a slender new-style firearm.

The butt used top-grade walnut wood, after repeated soaking and polishing of tung oil, presenting a warm red blush, forming a sharp contrast with the cold gun barrel.

Parallel to it, Luo Yan also held a weapon of the same specification in his hand.

This was the latest masterpiece that had just come off the line of the Punk Military Factory, named by Luo Yan as the "Luo Ke Sai 1054-year rifle."

To tell the truth, he was just too lazy to name it.

At this time, Edward suddenly pulled the reins, seeming to hear movement in the forest.

Luo Yan followed his gaze, only to see a gray-brown wild rabbit cautiously poking its head out by a cluster of bushes three hundred meters away, not realizing the approach of death at all.

Three hundred meters.

For a traditional smoothbore gun, this was already a completely random distance. By the time that bullet doing "Brownian motion" flew there, it might have long since deviated to the grandmother's house.

However, Edward didn't hesitate.

He skillfully raised the gun, the butt firmly pressed against the shoulder socket, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang—!

The muzzle sprayed a cloud of white gunpowder smoke, startling the birds on the treetops.

Almost at the same moment the gunshot rang out, the wild rabbit three hundred meters away shuddered fiercely, then fell straight into the grass, never moving again.

"Good gun!"

Edward didn't rush to pick up the prey, but stroked the hot gun body lovingly, especially the exquisite bolt structure. ===== CHAPTER 540 =====