Greece to roman road

Because the level of the two self-made warships in Greece is really ordinary. The two warships King George and Queen Olga are not so much two warships as two merchant ships equipped with artillery. Even when they were first built, , the speed can only reach ten knots (it entered service in 1867). Due to years of service and mechanical wear and tear, the current speed can only be about 5 knots - which is not helpful at all.

They are not so much battleships now as they are two floating sea forts.

Therefore, when he heard that the Congo region would purchase warships, Constantine rejected the request of the head of the local Greek shipyard to obtain the order.

"Your Highness, whether the Greek Navy still needs to add warships, that depends on your positioning of the Greek Navy's strategic goals." After a moment of silence, Kontoriotis responded.

"If you just need the Greek Navy to protect the security of the Greek coast, then the current strength of the Greek Navy is enough."

Constantine nodded, stopped talking, and ended today's meeting.

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Kyriboa, a small town on the Adriatic coast of the Peloponnese Peninsula, is an important grape producing area in Greece due to its favorable climate. During the grape ripening season, the continuous vineyards are always overflowing with goods. of joy.

Bees are buzzing among the rows of green grapevines. The breeze blows, and green waves are rippling in the vineyard. The grape branches are twisted and twisted on the wooden supports, and bunches of purple grapes are hanging on the branches. , the grains are large and round, and the green vineyards are filled with the fragrance of grapes.

There is no doubt that the vineyards will have a bumper harvest this year.

Under the grape trellis in the garden, the Christo family was having lunch. The hostess Eveya, wearing an apron around her waist, was taking care of two children, about five or six years old, who were eating. The two little guys were holding wooden sticks in their hands. Spoon, lowered his head, and took big bites of the bread soaked in milk on the plate.

After the two little guys finished the milk-soaked bread on the plate, Eveya looked at her husband Christo, who was silent and sad on the dining table. She sighed, walked behind the two little guys, and touched her. Holding the heads of the two children, he bent down between the two children and said softly: "After eating, let's go play in the vineyard."

Watching the two brothers and sisters walking hand in hand to the garden, making childish noises, Eveya walked to the dining table, sat down on the child's seat, looked at her husband Christo opposite, and asked in a low voice: "My dear, you came back from the market today and have been looking gloomy and silent. What happened?"

"Is the price of raisins not good this year?" Eveya asked gently, looking at her husband who had not touched the food on the plate.

Christo raised his head and glanced at his wife, feeling even more sad in his heart. His wife was virtuous and smart, and she took care of the housework in an orderly manner. Due to the low wheat yield in the family's 50 acres of land, Christo saw that the farmers around him had changed their crops. The grape harvest was good and the price was moderate. I also thought about it and changed to grapes four years ago.

From planting the vines to harvesting the grapes, there is a period of about three to five years without any harvest. The grapevines need time to grow.

In order to make their own grape vines produce grapes early and end the days when the family had no income, the couple worked hard from dawn to dusk in the past three years to take care of the vineyard, weeding, applying pesticides, fertilizer supports, and taking good care of this year's grapes. The vines are about to welcome the first crop of grapes, and the grapes are growing well. The grape vines in the garden are full of grape bunches.

Seeing that the couple's efforts over the past three years are about to bear fruit.

This morning, just after dawn, an excited Christo walked up to the market, intending to find out about the market for raisins this year, but the answers the raisin merchants told him left him stunned.

"Poor Christo, the price of raisins this year is not high. In the best case scenario, it is probably only half of last year's price." Raisin purchaser Marty Leif said when he heard that Christo's family's vineyard received goods for the first time. After hearing the news, he looked at Crystal with pity and disbelief.

"Why, Martyrev, why did the price of raisins drop this year?" Christo asked in a trembling voice, suppressing his excitement.

"Damn the French, they raised import tariffs on Greek raisins, which caused the price of raisins in the London market to drop by 70%."

It took a while for Crystal to recover from the thunderous news, and he walked back along the way in despair, moving his body staggeringly.

Halfway to a deserted place, Christo, a big man, squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

In order to wait until the grapes were received, the family had no income in the past four years. In addition to savings, they relied on loans to survive. The vineyard was just getting back on track, but the market price of grapes plummeted.

It was originally planned that after the vineyard's output returned to normal, the cost of building the vineyard and the three-year loan would be paid off in two or three years.

But now everything has come to nothing. Thinking of the effort the couple spent on the vineyard in the past four years, Christo cried even more sadly.

It was almost noon before we returned to the vineyard.

Standing on the road, Christo looked at the endless grapevines from his home, and had two completely different moods, the infinite joy in the morning, and the gnashing of teeth at this moment.

When Christo returned home, he looked at his wife preparing lunch and opened his mouth countless times, but he couldn't bear to say it.

Looking at his wife sitting across the dining table, looking uneasy, I'm afraid I guessed something.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his left hand, his eyes were red, and he said tremblingly: "Evoya, it's over, the price of raisins has dropped sharply this year."

“I’m afraid we can’t count on the goods we will receive this year.”

Hearing this, Eveya's hands holding the apron clenched tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

"Is this news certain?" Eveya asked, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks. She held her apron with both hands, wiped away her tears, and asked plaintively.

Christo sat with his elbows on the table and his head on his palms. One sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He drooped his head and did not answer, but nodded his head dejectedly.

The dining table under the vines was deathly silent.

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In the Royal Palace on Syntagma Square, in the King's Office, Constantine and Chief of Staff Emma Enol were sitting on two high-backed chairs in front of His Majesty the King's desk, reporting to King George the changes in the army during this period.

With a "squeak" sound, Prime Minister Trikupis hurried in and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, there is an emergency."

Interrupting the report of the two people.