The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1499 Statistics (Part )

Of course, colonial tea also has an advantage. Compared with tea shipped from the Far East and India, its price is much lower, even very cheap.

There are three main reasons for this situation. The first is cost. The labor and land costs for growing tea in the Austrian Empire's colonies are very low, and the transportation cost is only 15% of that of tea from the Far East.

Second, yield. Austrian imperial tea was a hybrid variety from the beginning. At that time, the Austrian Imperial Ministry of Agriculture paid more attention to yield rather than quality. Therefore, under the guidance of this idea, this kind of tea with extremely high yield and extremely bad taste was produced.

Third, market recognition. Austrian Imperial Tea has almost no recognition in the world market, and the tea sold in China is also under the banner of Far East Tea.

It may be okay to fool ordinary people, but for those nobles who are used to eating and drinking, this thing can only be used to rinse the horse's mouth.

"Deputy Director Kettler! Stop drinking! You'll be poisoned if you drink any more!"

Lord Root said as he wiped the sweat from his head. For Lord Root, whether his family can be revived depends on whether he can hold the position of director firmly. For this reason, he plans to sell his property to complete this mission.

"Lord Root, don't be impatient. You can't drink hot tea in a hurry."

"Not in a hurry? Do you know what our mission is this time? The emperor is really crazy! Even if I send everyone out, even if I sell my property and take out loans, I still can't figure it out!"

Lord Root complained, but Kettler's face straightened.

"My Lord, when you say this to our Emperor, aren't you afraid that the walls may have ears?"

Lord Root immediately shrank his neck.

"Kettler, you have to help me this time no matter what."

Kettler just answered casually.

"You actually know that this mission is almost impossible to complete. Why don't you just make up a number and hand it in? After all, His Majesty the Emperor can't verify it, right?"

"You're crazy! How do you know that the emperor doesn't know the result? And if the numbers don't match when it comes to actual execution, won't I still be doomed?
You have to help me no matter what, or we'll both be doomed!"

Lord Root said this in self-abandonment, and Kettler replied with a smile.

"My Lord, does your reward still count?"

Lord Root's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Of course! I can give you my land and cash. I can also marry my sister to you."

Kettler suddenly thought of the huge body of Lord Tru's sister and a chill ran down his spine.

"Or you should seek help from someone else."

"Forget about not marrying her. You really have no vision!"

"My Lord, I don't need your property either."

"Then what do you want?"

Lord Root couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Please give me your horse that likes tea leaves. I think he and I get along well."

Faced with Quetelet's answer, Lord Root couldn't help but become even more confused.

"That's it?"

"That's it. But I need your full support."

"No problem! Deal!"

In fact, Quetelet himself was very interested in this challenge. He felt that this was a good opportunity to put his theories into practice.

Statistics in the Austrian Empire were quite advanced at this time, and in recent years many tasks had been accomplished that would have seemed completely impossible in the past.

Various theories such as sampling theory, average person theory, regression theory, standard analysis method, and sampling survey method have been proposed at this time, but no one can verify their authenticity.

Quetelet felt that there must be many mathematicians willing to attend this event to set the record straight. In fact, the Austrian Empire's statistics on housing demand attracted a lot of attention and even directly gave birth to a new magazine, "The Sociologist".

Schönbrunn Palace, Banquet Hall.

Queen Olga was very interested in Anna's little friend. She had always heard her father, Nicholas I, talk about how good India was and how rich its resources were, so she had a lot of things to ask him.

However, as the queen, Olga had to follow many rules in such occasions, so she could only wink at Franz. To be honest, Franz had long been fed up with the so-called court etiquette, especially when the chefs kept nagging at you during meals, talking about the stories of the ingredients, the origins of the dishes, the cooking methods, and even the kitchen utensils.
Franz might have found it novel once or twice, but after listening to it for nearly twenty years, he was really fed up with it.

"Chef Bursey."

"I am here, your majesty, what is your problem?"

"You may leave now."

Franz turned to Bordeaux again.

"Mr. Bordeaux, the Queen is tired and needs a quiet environment."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Bordeaux immediately asked the musicians and waiters to leave, and finally took his men out to guard the door. Only Franz, Olga, Anna, Lakshmi, and two of Franz's trusted attendants were left in the banquet hall.

It was very difficult for Emperor Franz to be alone, after all, he had too many enemies.

"Lakshmi Payi?"

Olga spoke first. Theoretically, as a superior, she should not speak first, but Olga was not sure whether the person in front of her knew the court etiquette.

Lakshmi Payi really understood the court etiquette of the Austrian Empire, after all, she had been specially trained by Madame Sophie's maid. However, she was busy playing with Anna and did not look in the direction of the emperor and queen.

After all, Lakshmi Payi was just a 15 or 6-year-old child at that time. No matter how bitter and resentful he was in his daily life, or how many burdens of the country and nation he had, it could not cover up his nature.

"Hello, Your Majesty."

She still felt a little embarrassed when facing Queen Olga. After all, in her eyes, the emperor and the queen were real big shots.

"You don't have to be nervous. This is a private occasion, there's no need to follow so many rules."

Olga noticed the awkwardness of the person in front of her. She loved children very much, and she was pregnant, so her tone of voice was quite gentle.

Anna beside her also whispered.

"The Queen is a very kind person, you don't have to be afraid."

"Who, who is scared."

Lakshmi Payi would never give in in front of her playmates, and she said this in a defiant manner.

Anna was standing aside, laughing at Lakshmi Payi's embarrassment.

“Your name is very special.”

Olga said.

“It means happiness and good fortune.”

Lakshmi Payi replied, this time her voice no longer trembled and her tone became firm.

"What a great name."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

“I want to know what kind of country India is?”

Olga thought of many possible answers: beautiful, rich, powerful, spectacular, or backward, conservative, poor, and secular?

"In reply to your question, Your Majesty. India at this time may no longer be called a country. It has been cut into countless pieces by the British East India Company.

We are more like rice in the British paddy field, waiting to be harvested by them."

Franz felt a little embarrassed at this moment, but his embarrassment was a bit unnecessary because the other party did not imply anything to him.

"That must be a terrible feeling. Is there anything I can do to help you, my child?"

At Olga's age at this time, she is absolutely qualified to call the other party a child, not to mention that her identity is still there.

"Your Majesty, my prince Gangadhar Rao wants to negotiate a deal with the Austrian Empire."