industrial lord

Chapter 683: Extra Preparation

When the Flying Tulip and the fleet arrived at Lion Rock, a small wooden house was built on the edge of the village as a church. Father Abs had already begun preaching and gave two eggs to everyone who came to listen to him.

At the same time, the bald village chief and his son became the first group of members of the Church of Light here.

The local weather is hot, and diarrhea caused by eating unclean food is also a common disease.

After taking a piece of allicin, the diarrhea that would have taken three or four days to heal was cured in half a day, and there was a constant stream of people coming to the chapel.

Frederick wondered in his heart, maybe the pathogenic bacteria were resistant to the local herbs, but not to allicin, so the effect was significant.

Looking at it from another angle, the bacteria from the north are no match for the medicinal herbs from the south.

Kamala didn't look very good when he saw Frederick. Revenge had nothing to do with him. Although he controlled the village, everyone was now concerned about the church and no one cared about him. He felt a little lost.

Someone asked him why he didn't go to the church for team building. He didn't even dare to say that he didn't believe in the God of Light, but the God of Fire, for fear that the elders and villagers would worry that he, a pagan here, would affect the treatment of the shock disease.

"You didn't go on vacation to the island with Grand Duke Wessen?"

When Kamala heard Amy say that Frederick, Susan and Lulu went to an uninhabited island to play for several days, her eyes widened. Anyone with a discerning eye knew what was going on. So, has Amy fallen out of favor?
He asked his daughter sharply, "Did you do something to make Grand Duke Wesson angry?"

Amy is an important spy he placed next to Frederick. What’s the use if she is not taken seriously?

"Father..." Amy said a little aggrievedly, "I was not able to get by during those few days."

Kamala was at a loss.

Father Abbus's sudden popularity caught Frederick off guard. The priest was originally on the ship to relieve the crew's anxiety and provide counseling, but he suddenly became so popular that he could expand the business. This was not even in Frederick's plan.

The Principality of Wessen has always made as much money as it can, and those without ability can only eat potatoes. Kamala began to think that she might be replaced.

"You did a good job." Frederick patted Kamala on the shoulder. "I have seen your achievements. Keep up the good work."

Kamala's anxiety suddenly disappeared, and for a moment she didn't think about her grades.

Frederick and Amy have been learning foreign languages ​​for so many days, and with their talent for languages, they can now talk to the locals in a nonsensical way.

And then I almost had a son.

The bald village chief felt that his son Toure's life was saved by Father Abs at the request of the God of Light, and he was afraid that his son Toure would be killed by demons and monsters again after he returned and was far away from the God of Light. The person closest to the God of Light was Frederick, so he might as well give him to Frederick as his son, since he already had several sons in his family.

Finally, Father Abs came to the rescue, saying to the bald village chief: "What kind of person are you, sir? Can you just take in a son?"

The bald village chief thought it made sense. Apart from anything else, the "King of Ten Thousand Feathers" could make so many big ships, but that silly kid could only capsize a canoe. If he tried to force a connection with him, he would be ridiculed.

Anyway, the child is still young, so he can just learn from Father Abbus first and we can talk about it later.

After a lot of trouble, Frederick finally had time to talk to Father Abbus.

After hearing the priest's ambitions, Frederick asked, "Do you need any help from me?"

Father Abs said with a bitter face, "I want to ask my friend to open a chicken farm. More and more people come to listen to sermons, and there are not enough eggs."

Frederick said speechlessly: "The large-scale chicken farming in the Principality of Wessen is based on the entire industrial and agricultural system. Raising chickens here from scratch is a very difficult road."

Then he added: "Send a telegram to your friend and ask him to make all kinds of preparations, including psychological preparation. I will ask the bank to provide a special loan."

"But it will take a long time to open a route here. Ships are not built in a day. I'm afraid it will take the second half of this year or even next year to open a route here."

Father Abbus was aware of the situation and was prepared.

He asked another crucial question: "How can I cooperate with the adults?"

A priest from another place would not ask this question, but Father Abbus graduated from Oak City Seminary.

Today, the theology of the Rhine Archdiocese has developed a new sect, which focuses on leaning on a big tree for shade, rather than fighting for power with secular rulers like radical sects. The basic theory is simple: believers can donate more money only when the local economy develops well. There are even priests who encourage local lords to engage in industry and commerce. There is already an established process for consecrating tractors.

If Father Abbus wants to make progress here, he must naturally rely on the Principality of Wessen and cooperate well.

Frederick was prepared for this and said, "You can preach as usual and try to open a church school."

"Don't get involved in politics or get tangled up in the quagmire."

Father Abbus wrote these two things down in his notebook.

Frederick made a final promise: "I will send a telegram to Cardinal Victor regarding the matter here, and suggest that you take full charge. You can discuss the specific work among yourselves."

Father Abbus was reassured.

What he was most worried about was that after he made achievements, people from the Holy City would be sent to reap the fruits of his labor. This kind of thing happened all the time.

Today, Frederick has a great say in the church, and is integrated with the Rhine Archdiocese. With him as a backer, there is no need to worry about others taking advantage of the situation.

The two chatted for a while, and Father Abs suddenly whispered in Gaulish: "My lord, I think there is something wrong with Kamala."

"It's not surprising that he's ambitious, but he seems a little unhappy that Corullo and I stole his limelight."

Frederick nodded slightly and said, "I will leave some people at the base."

"Your next task is to master the language and customs here and reduce your dependence on him."

He won't put all his eggs in one basket.

I had no choice before and could only rely on Kamala.

Now that Father Abbus has unexpectedly opened up the situation, we have more choices and we don't have to hang ourselves on one tree.

Prevention is the key to engineering accidents, and the same is true in politics.

Overseas operations are difficult to manage directly and military deployment is difficult, so for the sake of safety we have to consider many aspects.

Frederick devoted much attention to trade in the South.

He judged that a large-scale war would break out in the northern continent in the future, and commercial trade would be greatly affected. It might even be destroyed like the Bohemian region, where the market purchasing power would be extremely weak and goods would be unsellable.

At that time, the Southern Continent would be the economic lifeline of the Principality of Wessen and a warehouse for the continuous delivery of supplies.

These things require comprehensive consideration, which is objectively a headache.

At night, Frederick lay in bed and Susan massaged his temples.

The headache eased a little, and Lulu took the telegram from the Duchy of Wessen from the telegraph room.

Some things can be handled by subordinates, some need to be reported, and at least a "read" reply is required.

Susan asked softly, "Nothing serious, right?"

Frederick closed his eyes and said, "The geology around Lukang is not suitable for building a steel plant. The foundation is too soft to bear the weight of the iron smelting furnace."

For a long time to come, the coal and iron ore of the Principality of Wessen needed to be transported by sea across the North Sea, and building a steel plant by the sea would save a lot of shipping costs.

Since Lukang doesn’t work, we can only look for somewhere else.

So when someone was drinking beer and bragging in Hanma City, a fortune suddenly fell on him.

(End of this chapter)