When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 522 Nagmi's Doubts (Part )

"This is Sour Melon Town. Are you sure you're not in the wrong place?"

Having calmed down his anger, Sechinger fell into deep thought as he looked at the neat brick and stone houses in front of him. Something was wrong, absolutely wrong, nine out of ten.

It's not like he had never been to Suangua Town before, but the town before him was obviously very different from what he remembered.

The original Suangua Town was just a small town located in the fields, with a population of only a thousand or so, and wooden houses and huts everywhere. It was not even as big as Mayo Town.

The original low thatched huts were replaced by wooden houses, and the bumpy dirt roads were filled with black coal slag and gravel. Sechinger stomped on them hard, and they were neither loose nor too hard.

"What material is this, mortar?" Sechinger couldn't help but ask Murat.

Murat proudly introduced: "This is peat slag. After peat is extracted from clay, the remaining soil becomes extremely dry and hard. Combined with the miracle of turning mud into stone, this effect is achieved.

However, this is just a temporary road left over from the attack on Jinhe Township. The real road should be paved with mortar.”

"Pave the road with mortar? What does that look like?"

A clear female voice sounded, and Murat looked back at Nagmi helplessly: "It's like a road paved with stone slabs, smooth and hard."

Sechinger looked at the road under his feet. This temporary road was so fast. Wouldn't it be like flying if he walked on that kind of cobblestone road?

"It's just like paving a road with stone slabs." Nagmi, who was wearing leather armor, couldn't help but shout, "How much money does that require? Even the Pope is not that rich."

Murat looked at the noble lady helplessly, but didn't say much.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

"........."

"You didn't answer my question just now, did you hear me?" Seeing that Murat ignored her, Nagmi snorted coldly, swinging her seven or eight braids, and rode her horse to chase after him and question him, "You are really pretentious, do you know that..."

"Nagmi Andor Urinots!"

When Nagmi heard her father calling her full name, she tightened her lips but stopped talking.

Instead, Sechinger rode forward, ready to apologize on behalf of his youngest daughter.

Although Murat seems to be just a knight, behind him stands His Majesty the Holy Grandson who has won all the battles since the uprising.

Although Sechinger was not afraid of trouble, he did not want to offend Sheng Sun because of such a small matter.

Without waiting for Sechinger to speak, Murat took the initiative to explain to him with a smile: "Look over there, Count, the house with smoke coming out of it is the mortar workshop and brick kiln in the countryside.

In the previous Battle of Pavia, a large number of war monks retired due to disability and became crusader soldiers. Many of them were alchemist priests who made their own mortar in the village.

Moreover, Daze Township is the production area of ​​mortar and peat, which is close, and the freight and price are very cheap.

The current market price of mortar is 40 dinars per ton. It takes about 1 tons to build a 650-kilometer mortar road, which costs about 220 gold pounds. "

40 dinars per ton, is that so cheap? The Norn Kingdom charges 65 dinars per ton!

Sechinger was about to say it subconsciously, but stopped himself, as it would make him look very ignorant.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Sechinger nodded, pretending to understand, and continued walking forward calmly.

Although he pretended to know a lot, the dozens of North Boar Knights behind him had an expression that said "I don't understand at all".

But when they walked a few steps forward and entered the core residential area of ​​the town, they saw that the houses in the original town were being demolished.

The laborers swung sledgehammers to knock down the house, the bricklayers removed the square nails and components, seven or eight horses hooked the frame, and at a command, a house collapsed in the dust.

The residents who had piled their luggage aside cried and laughed and clapped their hands when the houses collapsed. Although these houses were made of wood and mud, they looked well-maintained and could be used for decades without any problems. They were far from being demolished.

Sechinger walked forward, but his head turned towards the demolished houses. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with these residents? The houses have been demolished, why are they smiling so happily?"

"You're talking about this?" Muller stopped riding his horse. "This is the municipal reform movement that Your Majesty wants to carry out. Each town must build a church, a town hall and other buildings, and there must be space left for workshops.

Workshops can be placed in the suburbs, but municipal buildings must be placed in the town center, so residential areas will be demolished.

They will laugh because in addition to compensating for the new brick and stone houses, the Salvation Army will also give 3-5 pounds per acre of land as compensation, depending on the difference in land prices..."

"Doesn't that mean you get a nice house for free and get an additional 2 or 3 gold pounds?" Nagmi scratched her ears, thinking she had misheard.

"Yes."

"This saintly grandson is too rich," Nagmi said as she saw the smiling civilians. "Golden pounds are given away to the civilians for free. What a sin."

"That's not the case." I don't know if it was Nagmi's illusion, but Murat's voice was somewhat meaningful. "If we don't build new houses and towns, where will there be so much space to accommodate foreign workers?"

Hearing this, Sechinger was disturbed. He pretended to cough and asked, "Are those newly built houses calculated strictly according to the number of residents relocated?"

"That's not the case. We have cleared the ruins of the village in the north of Sour Melon Town and are planning to connect it to the town. The workshop area is also located there, so we will probably build more."

"Well, how many years will it take to build? How much will it cost?"

"It depends. It will be completed in two to three years." Murat led Sechinger and others around the dusty construction site and headed for a quiet place. "As for the price, I really don't know. I'll look up the Pravda later. It should have a list of prices."

Sechinger suppressed his urge to ask what Pravda was and nodded with a relaxed look on his face: "Then I'll trouble you to take care of it. If you need my help, please don't hesitate to ask."

For this kind of inside information, it should cost some money. Even if it doesn't cost money, it will definitely be a favor to owe to someone. Sechinger would rather spend some money.

"You are a distinguished guest, how can I accept your money? It doesn't cost much. Oh no, it doesn't cost any money at all." Murat waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it.

Following behind Sechinger and the others, a North Boar Knight looked at the sword on Murat's waist and asked, "Mister Murat, if you don't mind, can I ask about your income?"

Sechinger looked at Murat's face, prepared to scold the knight and protect his own son if Murat got angry, but he also wanted to know this question.

"Me? I get paid two gold pounds a month. I probably earned more than ten gold pounds from the spoils of war. I also had a share in a workshop in Rapid City, but I sold it."

Murat did not really disclose his full income, but at the end of the year, he had more than 30 gold pounds in real estate including war horses, houses, and spoils of war, and more than 20 gold pounds in cash in deposits and bonds.

But this is not the general situation, and it would be bad if he said it out loud and gave the North Knights too high expectations.

"This is almost comparable to the annual income of knights in the plains, or even more than that." A boar knight said enviously.

"This is quite normal. The daily wages in Hongfeng Township are generally high. Take the laborers for example. Generally, unskilled workers get 1 dinar per day, and skilled workers get 1.5 dinars per day, including lunch.

If you have the opportunity to enter the army through selection, the starting salary for new recruits is 2 dinars, veterans with military merits are 4 dinars, officers are 6-8 dinars, and cavalrymen have an additional subsidy of 2 dinars..."

Seeing that Murat was about to continue, Sechinger interrupted him without caring about his face: "Hey, is that the house we live in?"

"Hmm, cough, cough, cough--" Coughing sounds came one after another from the cavalry guards behind Sechinger, with a hint of anxiety that was about to burst out.

It was only when Nagmi turned her head and glared at them that they reluctantly lowered their heads.

"The pension is... Oh, yes, that's the yard where you live." Leading Sechinger and his party to stand in front of a half-acre yard, Murat nodded to Sechinger, "You can rest here tonight. I live next door to you. If you have any problems, you can come to me at any time."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."

(End of this chapter)