Empires Start with Lords

The grain officer nodded while drinking water, and then felt that something was wrong. He raised his head all of a sudden, looked at Ross, and asked, "How does the lord know? We only started harvesting last night."

"Looking at how you are in such a hurry, if it's not that Longya Rice is mature, then there is something wrong with Longya Rice. But I hope it's the former." Ross said calmly.

The grain officer put the teacup on the table and said to Ross, "Don't worry, Lord, the weather is good this year, how could there be an accident. In fact, Longya rice has almost matured since a few days ago. It's just that I'm reluctant to harvest, look carefully. It takes a few days to harvest. Give me a week and I can harvest all the longya rice.”

Ross listened to his words and nodded. Then he looked at the happy grain officer and said, "I'm afraid, it's not just mature, right?"

When the grain officer heard Ross's words, he smiled honestly. He said: "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the eyes of Lord Ross. I took some wheat ears and peeled them off. The grains of rice are far more plump than all the dragon tooth rice I have seen in the capital before. good."

"That is, don't look at who provided the seeds, I took them out, but they are all first-class treasures!" The system said proudly, but unfortunately only Ross could hear its voice.

"Well." Ross nodded and said, "Then what do you mean."

Seeing this, the grain officer didn't go around in circles, he said bluntly: "I heard from Mr. Carl that you plan to sell some of the Longya Rice, and I came here specially for this matter.

Although I don't know where you got the seeds, I'm worried that you don't know much about the grain market, so I'm here to remind you. Our Longya Rice must not be sold at the normal Longya Rice price, it would be a huge loss for us. "

Ross nodded and said, "Well, I understand. So how do you think the price is appropriate?"

Ross knew that this little old man looked rustic and wore those old clothes almost all year round. But he was a truly capable person that he dug quietly when he was in the capital.

He once visited countless places with his father and signed a single grain trade book. It was only later that Taylor became a crony under the bluff of the Truman family, and he couldn't listen to the old minister's bad advice at all. Then the little old man was also dismissed from office.

"I think it is at least 50% higher than the price of the dragon tooth rice in the Roman Empire next door." The little old man said.

Ross pondered for a while and looked at the excited food officer. Asked: "If I remember correctly, you were in charge of the grain trade at that time."

The food officer was stunned for a moment, wondering why Ross would mention this. He answered truthfully: "Yes, Lord, I was in charge of food exchange in the capital at that time."

Ross said, "That's good. I want to give you the sale of Longya Rice this time. What do you think?"

"Ah? This..." The food officer was stunned for a while. He was addicted for a while and said, "But, haven't you already assembled the Ministry of Foreign Trade? This matter should be handed over to them."

Ross said: "They have other things now, and they can't manage the affairs here for the time being. Why, you don't want to intervene in the transaction?"

"No, no." The grain officer said hurriedly: "I'm very happy, I'm just afraid that taking someone else's job will lead to dissatisfaction."

Ross patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's good, I thought you were still brooding about the royal capital. Don't worry, I won't allow the officialdom to happen in the land of hope, you just have to worry about it. Just take it easy."

When the food officer heard the words, he gratefully assured Ross: "Don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations for me! Then I will prepare first."

"Well, let's go." Ross nodded.

The food officer then turned around and walked out the door. When he was halfway there, Ross said to his back as if he had remembered something: "Go to the Finance Office to get some gold coins and send them to the farmers who participated in this harvest. I think it's me who worked hard for them. grateful."

The walking grain officer turned to Ross and said, "Understood, I thank you for your kindness and generosity on their behalf, great lord."

Ross smiled and waved, indicating that there was nothing else to do.

The grain officer saluted again, not knowing whether he was thanking Ross for appointing himself such an important thing, or thanking Ross for his generosity to the farmer. Then he left Xiyuan.

He was walking on the street, thinking excitedly about how to negotiate prices with other lords. He has dealt with grain for half his life, but he never thought that he would usher in the peak of his life when he was over fifty.

First, he planted and cultivated Longya Rice by himself, and then he was responsible for the trade of Longya Rice. He could think of the scene when he was sent out with the task of trading dragon tooth rice, and all the nobles treated him as a guest of honor.

And he became more and more clear that all this was brought to him by Lord Ross. Thinking of this, he was a little more grateful to Ross unconsciously.

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The capital of Yalock, a magnificent mansion.

A middle-aged man was tremblingly kneeling on the carpet in the hall in the middle of the mansion.

Directly in front of him~www.readwn.com~ A young man was sitting high up on a large chair on the nine steps, looking down at the man who was crawling in front of him.

"You mean, that niece of yours doesn't know where she went, and you can't find her?" He asked, his voice full of strange magnetism, as if it could make people feel fear involuntarily.

This person is the contemporary chess player of the Truman family, Abby Truman. At this time, his face was also full of impatience. He should have been busy planning the family's great cause of seizing power, but was forced to waste time by a clan's waste to deal with this escape from marriage.

"Yeah, Lord Abby. How dare I lie to the entire Truman family!" said the man on the ground.

"What about her parents? Don't know?" The man named Abby continued to ask.

"That's how her father answered me." The kneeling man hurriedly replied: "Her mother has been dead for many years, and as for her father, we have imprisoned her. If you don't believe me, you can ask his father in person."

"Fuck!" At this moment, a fat man in his forties or fifties on the chair next to him roared, "How can a little girl who is only sixteen years old hide so well?"