I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 209 The Privy Council wants us to advance money?Don't think about it!

Hearing the words of the aristocratic master from the mint, the workers present all looked at each other in blank dismay. The dark old man thought of something, his eyes lit up and said:

"My lord, my lord, we have this, take a look, can we burn bricks here?"

Felpvic took out a well-protected piece of parchment from his arms, and handed it to Awell with shaking hands.

Awell was impatient at first, and just glanced subconsciously, but saw a red circle in the corner of the parchment.

After taking it over and unfolding it, I couldn't help being stunned.

It turned out to be the seal of the Privy Council.

Moreover, the above order stated that the Privy Council authorized the direct opening of the brick smelting factory, and the matter was urgent, and the key equipment for smelting bricks should be built first, and other facilities would be completed later.

Awell took another look, and finally confirmed that this was really an order from the Privy Council.

He became embarrassed, and stopped sitting on the horse. He jumped off the horse with a kick of his legs, coughed dryly, and returned the parchment to Fhelpovich, saying:

"Since you have this order, why didn't you bring it out sooner? And you suddenly ran to this brick refinery, next to the Mint, you must send someone to say hello."

Awell bullied all the serfs here, and he would never talk back to him, a nobleman.

Sure enough, when he opened his mouth, all the workers present gave their apologies.

Now Awell became interested in the place where the bricks were smelted. He told the others what to do, leaving Felpvic to ask:
"Can you sell the one you burned?"

Unexpectedly, Felpvic showed his yellow teeth and grinned:
"Master Noble, we don't need to sell the bricks here, they are purchased directly by the Privy Council. It seems that the Privy Council has established a brick, what is it called..."

Fhelpovitch thought hard, scratching his head, but couldn't think of that key word.

A small voice came from behind and said:
"Call the Transportation Bureau."

Felpvic clapped his hands and said:
"Yes! It's the Transportation Bureau! The Privy Council said that we want all the bricks we produce, but the quality must be acceptable. There are certain standards."

Then Felpvic looked back, it was his little apprentice, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, it seems that this little apprentice's education is not in vain, although it's only been a week, but he is already much smarter than before.

Now I work here, and I only come here after one day off every week.

Awell didn't pay attention to Fhelpovich's apprentice, his eyes fell on the burnt bricks.

Some were neatly piled aside, while some crooked or bulging were thrown in a corner.

Awell pointed to the bricks thrown in the corner and asked:

"Are these unqualified?"

Felpvic nodded repeatedly: "Yes, sir."

Aville said:

"In that case, the Transportation Bureau should not be unqualified, don't you guys..."

Thinking that these industrial serfs are not the direct beneficiaries of the benefits after all, they changed their words:

"Then isn't your brick factory going to pay?"

Felpvic shook his head and said:

"No, the nobles of the Privy Council have said that even discarded bricks will be weighed according to their weight, and they will be paid for scrapping, but the price is much, much lower."

Arwell was silent, waving for Felpvic to do his job.

He watched for a while, and then mounted his horse and galloped up and down the banks of the Neva.

He quickly saw that every one kilometer or so, there was a place where bricks were made.

Avel is a curious person, and he asked the leaders of these places again, and found that not only St. Petersburg, but Moscow and other places are also making bricks on a large scale.

Alvin couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.

He saw this kind of red brick when he was studying in the West. It looks beautiful, but it is not very practical. Who came up with this idea?
Isn't this a waste of the country's money?

And it was even ordered from the Privy Council.

Avel was puzzled. Are the two important ministers of the Privy Council, Vorontsov and Bestutev, such short-sighted people?

And now that the Bureau of Transportation has been established to buy this kind of red bricks on a large scale, it must pay a lot of money, even a huge amount. Where does the money come from, not the mint.

But the money in the mint cannot be made randomly, and it is worthless if it is made randomly.

And thinking that copper mining may have to increase the task in a short period of time, Awell couldn't stay still.

He went back to the mint to give an explanation, and then he rode his horse back to the city. After returning to his residence, he immediately asked the housekeeper to arrange a carriage for Moscow.

Avel left in the afternoon and did not arrive in Moscow until the next morning.

Awell, who was not sleeping comfortably in the carriage, looked at the morning sun, trying to drive away his tiredness.

He then returned to his home in Moscow.

Arvel was an earl, and his brother was also an earl.

Avel is not yet married, but his brother is already married and has several children.

In the past, he would always bring something to the child, but now he can't take care of it.

But when Awell returned to the mansion, he found that the nephews and nieces who should have heard the movement and cheered and ran were gone. When he walked inside, he was surprised to find that there were many people gathered here.

Arvil's brother is called Astello, and at this time Astello is raising his arms and shouting:

"We will never pay for these broken bricks!"

"Yes! No payment!"

"The Privy Council is going too far. Why should we pay for bricks when we set up a traffic bureau?"

Awell recognized that the few people around his brother were all earls, and all the well-dressed people around here were nobles.

There is resentment on everyone's face.

"What does the Minister of Internal Affairs mean? Even if he is the Minister of Internal Affairs, he can't just ask us to pay for it. Since Peter the Great, there has never been a decree asking the nobles to pay for a useless thing!"

"Yes! We don't pay, and it's none of our business that Vorontsov loses face!"

In the words, Aweier got a rough idea.

In the end, these nobles collectively reached a consensus, that is, they will never pay for those red bricks, and it is not easy for the nobles to earn money!
Amidst the high-pitched discussions, Astello suddenly noticed his younger brother, and he couldn't help but greeted him with joy:

"Awell, when did you come back? Why didn't you notify me in advance so that I could hold a welcome ball for you and invite some noble ladies."

Astello joked.

Those around who were familiar with Avel laughed out loud. Avel was not young, but he was still a libertine. Astello, the older brother, wanted to break his head for which noble lady his younger brother could marry.

Whenever Aville came back, it was time to hold a big ball.

Awell was not interested in these things. After chatting with the nobles around him, he found an opportunity, and the two brothers were temporarily absent.

Back in the study inside, Awell couldn't help asking:
"Brother, what the hell is going on? When I was in St. Petersburg, I saw many brick factories."

He heard a general idea just now, but still hoped to get the complete cause and effect from his brother.

(End of this chapter)