When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 905 The Future Flour Mill and Craftsman School

After the riot was resolved, order was quickly restored in the dock area.

At the pier where three rivers meet, a pier supported by wooden piles extends into the foamy river water, with rotten cables and water plants entangled on the piers.

On the deck, crew members could be seen shirtless repairing sails, and dock workers laboriously throwing bags of flour, sugar, sausages and spices into the cabin.

Of course, coffee, beer, fruit candies and other side dishes are indispensable.

Currently, the front line can withstand so many attacks with fewer troops. In addition to the solid fortresses, these morale boosters are much more effective than expected.

These sweet smells mixed with the stench of asphalt and sweat made many Norsemen who came to the city dock for the first time feel nauseous.

The heat waves of early summer are rising, and the shadows of the pier clock tower and the masts of sailboats are intertwined, like a huge sundial.

Standing under the shadow of the sundial, Carrie finished reading Grizz's work summary, but called the two big bosses from Rapid City and asked them to give her an explanation under the scorching sun.

"Obviously, the 100-household districts at all levels have enough rice crackers and flour to supply the city, so why are there still these riots?"

"Someone is hoarding goods at a high price..."

"I will come to you with Catherine to settle this matter later, but even so, it won't lead to food shortage and famine!"

At this time, Geangqi couldn't help but complain: "Ms. Carrie, there are 60,000 to 70,000 people in Rapid City.

Moreover, most people's bowls had no meat or oil, so I consumed about one and a half pounds of flour per person per day (not the fine flour of later generations, but the flour ground by stone, which has a very high gluten content).

According to the latest metric system, taking into account losses, that means about 56 tons of flour are needed every day.

A water-powered mill can grind less than 1 ton of flour a day.

Buy it from the village mills. These centurions and even chief monks controlled by the nobles even pretend to obey and secretly disobey the orders, claiming to be supporting the front line.

Besides, the road conditions to the rural mills were already very poor, unlike the mortar roads that were built later, so the transportation cost for a trip was very high.

When it arrives, the price will be slightly lower than after the price hike, but people are still rushing to buy it.”

"Can't we build a new water-powered mill?" Carrie frowned.

"Mr. Carrie, you don't know that this water mill cannot be built just anywhere.

On average, there is only one suitable place to build a water mill for every 10 kilometers of river.

The food balance in Rapid City was originally fragile, but the rural areas had abundant surplus grain and prices could be kept down.

Now most of the food and other things have been transported to the front line. We have tried our best to suppress it so that most citizens will not starve to death, but still... ah..."

"Okay." Carrie waved her hand impatiently. She hated listening to these trivial government affairs. "Save these words for Horn."

"Mr. Carrie, I would like to ask you, how are you going to deal with these guild members?" Mitternich asked tentatively.

"Either hang him or exile him to Black Snake Bay. We in Long Beach City are in need of craftsmen." Carrie was trimming her nails with a knife nonchalantly.

This iron hand is indeed much more useful than the iron fist, especially since Carrie herself is proficient in extraordinary martial arts and can fully control the muscles of her arm and manipulate the mechanical hand to move like a real hand.

Mitternich leaned in and whispered, "The guild is short of too many people. Many of our industries can no longer operate. You know, the capacity of several workshops is temporarily..."

"What are they operating? In this state of war, what orders and output do they have? Don't they rely entirely on military orders?" Carrie continued to trim her nails. "This is a good opportunity to cut off this piece of rotten meat."

"What about the vacant craftsmen, lawyers and accountants?"

"We already have the Holy See University and so many middle schools. Besides, it's hard to find a three-legged frog, so is it hard to find a two-legged notary?
As for the vacant positions... Have you forgotten that the agreement signed with the Franks previously accepted thousands of exiled Frank citizens?"

Mitternich glanced behind him, curled his lips and shook his head.

The group of guild masters and notaries were glaring and swearing at him like crazy, almost kneeling down before him.

He had no choice but to turn his head again, only to be met with Carrie's meaningful gaze. Mitternich continued to speak, "I know you think I have ulterior motives, but hastily canceling a large number of guilds will indeed cause unrest.

Moreover, we can only cancel the obvious ones. Maybe they will change their appearance and become hidden ones, which will be more difficult to defend. We can't kill them all, right?
Guilds still have positive effects, please reconsider it."

With her head lowered, Carrie continued to trim her nails silently, but the people around her did not dare to speak or remind her.

Only after trimming the nails on all five fingers did she put down the knife and shook out the nails that fell on her sleeves: "The principal offender and traitor must be exiled, and the guilds seriously involved in the case must be abolished."

"That's natural."

"I will set up a Holy Trinity Education Team in the priest town near Rapid City, and the accomplices must work in the Holy Trinity Education Team.

Each master must train at least ten official craftsmen who have passed the qualification certification examination in the local area before returning.

For the remaining guilds, all guild members must undergo unified craftsman qualification examinations and certifications, and guild members must be supervised.

In addition, you will pass a bill allowing Holy Word monks to reside in the guild and establish the Holy Fathers Order."

Although there are so many tight hoops on the guild's head, at least this "Mister Carrie" is not as willful and rude as Mister Meliati.

Now there are charges of treason within the guild, and outside there is a war and the Franks are trying to steal their jobs. There is a 100% or even 90% chance that they will agree to the conditions.

As long as it does not directly involve the disbanding of the guild, Mitternich is confident that he can control the situation.

Just as Mitternich was about to walk back, Carrie grabbed him by the back of his neck and said, "There's more."

"besides?"

"I will also set up a craftsman school to train craftsmen."

Horn had proposed this idea a long time ago, but unfortunately he did not have his own technical talents and was obstructed by the guild.

In order to resolve the main contradictions (war and economic pressure), this plan had to be shelved.

Now that the guild's power is regulated and there are dwarf technicians, Carrie thought it would be a good opportunity to implement this plan.

"That's probably difficult." Mitternich smiled bitterly, "I guess you can only choose one between this and the previous conditions."

Establishing a school for craftsmen is not far from disbanding the guilds, and we also need to let monks come in and organize the Holy Fathers...

It is estimated that many guild masters would rather relocate than stay in Rapids City.

If they move away, what will happen to the economy of Rapid City? What will happen to Mitternich's political achievements?

He had made it clear with the Gospel Court. As long as he did not make any mistakes during his two years as the mayor of Rapid City, he would be able to join the Gospel Court as the director of the French Department.

"I don't have a choice between two options. I want them all." Carrie responded bluntly, "You decide how to do it yourself. I'll just tell you a little bit."

"You say."

"This craftsman school will not only have a printing and dyeing academy, but also a blacksmith and knife maker academy, as well as a gunsmith and watchmaker academy." Carrie pointed to the land under her feet, "If you can do it, then this is where the craftsman school will be established."

"Not in the Holy See or Chateau Joan of Arc?!" Mitternich couldn't help but exclaimed.

"You don't have to be here." Carrie smiled, "The Holy Alliance doesn't lack hungry soldiers."

Although her heart was pounding, Mitternich still didn't dare to say anything: "Then I will try my best. If it is possible, I will report to you within five days."

"Well, I believe you can do it. As for the report, there's no need." Carrie squinted her eyes and stepped on a cable pile on the dock with her right foot. "I will go north soon. You and Grizz will take care of the matter in Rapid City."

"Why do you suddenly want to go north?"

"It's okay to tell you." Carrie looked up at the endless stream of grain ships and porters on the river, "I'm going to receive a troop, and then finish a war that has not been finished."

(End of this chapter)