The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 966 Salt!
"You see things very clearly..." Darien Nightblade shook his head and laughed.

"It's not that I see clearly, but your majesty has no choice! Who can take over his broken business before the Swift Hand family comes?" Yun Feng sneered. Roland was almost treating himself like an animal.

"I understand. Your Majesty knows that you have resentment in your heart, so he will go along with you on small matters!" Darien Nightblade gave a thumbs up as if he understood it.

"A dog that has not proven himself and a slave that is easy to use, how can Your Majesty choose without being taught!" Yun Feng said self-deprecatingly.

"Ahem, the Franz family is still very loyal to Your Majesty!" Darien Nightblade said with a cautious expression.

"The Sword and Shield family back then... weren't they disloyal?" Yun Feng's whisper sent a chill down Darion Nightblade's spine.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not planning on doing anything!" Yun Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. Darian Nightblade's alert look and helpless behavior obviously made Yun Feng amused.

"Be careful with your words, don't mention the Sword and Shield family matter... I didn't hear anything!" Darion Nightblade said that he did not want to get involved in the secrets and historical vortex of the empire.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Isn't it funny for Gongche Sima Ling to say this? This is the job you do!" Yun Feng glanced at him. Why is the spy chief who is engaged in secret intelligence work pretending to be pure?
"..." Darien Nightblade had a bitter face and was speechless.

"By the way, why did His Majesty want you to come here?" Yun Feng saw that Darian Nightblade had a bitter look on his face, so he turned around and talked about business. After all, Darian Nightblade, who was now the commander of the public bus, was no longer as transparent as he was before. His every word and action represented Roland's will! As the head of the kingdom's spies, he definitely didn't come to go shopping in the Rapids!
"Your Majesty is worried that Marquis Al Tigrand Franz might make an extreme judgment without understanding the situation, so he asked me to keep an eye on it. I didn't expect to be stopped here!" Darien Nightblade shook his head helplessly.

"Taxation is necessary, but the business atmosphere in the kingdom is too weak now. Excessive harvesting will lead to overfishing... After all, what can this poor and remote place in the North have? The exchange of what is needed between the several kingdoms is nothing more than internal circulation! If we really want to rely on trade to support the finances, we have to open up the entire Misty Mountains and the Anduin River!" Yun Feng saw it very clearly. The tax collected from the small amount of trade between these poor brothers in the North is not as expensive as the site fee. The real profitable thing is to open up the trade route to the South and the Shire!

"That makes sense!" Darion Nightblade nodded. You can't expect to get rich by selling a few slices of salted fish.

"But there is one tax that we should pay attention to!" Yun Feng narrowed his eyes and said seriously.

“?” Darien Nightblade was stunned. Is there anything among these miscellaneous things worth collecting taxes on?

"Salt!" Yun Feng said and strode out.

"Salt?" Darian Nightblade's pupils suddenly shrank!
At present, the main source of salt in the North is the mineral salt supplied by the Kingdom of Raglan! There are several salt mines with huge reserves around Palembang! The population of the North was sparse, and the salt in the Long Lake came from the byproducts of the pits dug by the dwarves of Lonely Mountain. However, with the influx of population, the mineral salt that came with the mining in Lonely Mountain was not enough for consumption, so following the historical context, the Raglan people started the Palembang Salt Mine!
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"Salt?" The angry Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz calmly pondered after hearing Duke Yunfeng speak, which made Darien Yeren who was following behind him look confused. Didn't you just have a conflict? It's only been a few minutes and you can sit together and discuss politics calmly? (Yunfeng: Boy! Social skills, the art of judging people!)

Yun Feng, who was watching Marquis Al. Tigrand Franz thinking, showed a satisfied expression. Otherwise, the Franz family was good at self-discipline! When it comes to royal affairs, the Franz family is more dedicated than anyone else. The royal loyal dog is no joke! This is why Yun Feng came to him! Facts have proved that the Franz family is indeed time-tested! Trustworthy! "If it's salt, the tax can't be too high!" Marquis Al. Tigrand Franz stared at Yun Feng and said.

"Oh? The reason?" Yun Feng sat up straight and said calmly.

"Because from a geopolitical point of view, the kingdom currently needs these allies. Salt is valuable but not worth anything! Instead of creating a rift among our allies for that little bit of profit, it is better to make concessions to maintain our influence on other kingdoms!" Marquis Al Tegrand Franz spoke eloquently.

"Then just do as you said!" Yun Feng pointed at the railing.

"..." Marquis Al Tigrand Franz stared at Yun Feng with a confused look, as if to say, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"I am the Duke of the Court! The Prime Minister of the Kingdom! I also represent the will of King Roland!" Yun Feng nodded to Marquis Al Tegrand Franz and then turned and left.

"???" Aren't you two standing there? Darian Nightblade rolled his eyes. This one represents Roland's will, that one represents Roland's will. If you don't know, you might think Roland is a corn spirit! Sitting on the golden toilet and shouting "Long live the empire", right? Wait a minute? Darian Nightblade found that he seemed to represent Roland's will... Who is Roland? How come everyone represents his will!
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"Salt?" Roland was instantly lost in memory when looking at the news from the Rapid City. Salt was something that time travelers must have when traveling to ancient times. As for why Roland neglected it, it was because the system had stockpiled a large amount of salt. Well, the cerebral palsy system did not provide food but salt during famine... Since the salt of the Kingdom of Lagrande was all supplied by Roland, Roland did not pay much attention to salt.

"There are salt mines in Palembang? Can we eat the crude salt? Are we treating our allies like devils?" Roland was shocked as he looked at the news on the letter.

"Really? I'm in charge of resuming mining, so the coarse salt must be edible! People in other kingdoms can't eat green salt, and coarse salt is already very good! And who are the devils? Why do we want to pick on them?" Nyx looked at Roland curiously.

"Hiss... I was careless!" Roland slapped his head. As an empire with great material wealth, these survivors were not surprised or overly reactive to the green salt supplied by Roland. However, for other human civilians in Middle-earth, life was still difficult!

"Then we can process the salt and sell it to the Western world!" Roland thought about it. After all, if a country's economy wants to operate smoothly, it cannot rely solely on system transfusions. Increasing revenue and reducing expenditure must be carried out simultaneously.

"Coarse salt? That's not competitive?" Nyx shook his head. The cost of coarse salt is not high. The dwarves are so rich because they control the salt and iron business. Now you know why the dwarves are so rich, right? All the products from mining are salt and iron! In ancient times, they were all controlled items!

"Not green salt! We refine it and sell it as green salt!" Roland said.

"Processing coarse salt? Excuse me for being frank, the Empire has the salt alchemy technology, but the cost is not affordable for other civilians!" Nix said seriously. The Lagran Empire relies on a large number of alchemists to maintain its supply of salt.

"No, we sell it cheaper than coarse salt, and we sell it in large quantities! And we don't need alchemy, ordinary people can make it!" Roland shook his head. Salt is not about price but quantity! And this thing also requires alchemy? The time travelers of all ages would probably scold Roland to death!
(End of this chapter)