Ride and Cut

When Richard returned to Gaoshan Castle and completely relaxed for a few days, he was too free to look for old documents that had expired.

Recently, Pompeii is busy taking over the former Stuart territories of the blockbuster, and returning to the country, of course, it is basically exciting good news. It seems that scenes of welcoming the king are happening everywhere.

The lord who had just taken a shower was wearing a bathrobe, showing discus-like strong chest muscles and two hairy legs. While flipping through a book, he paced back and forth barefoot on the cashmere carpet.

"Don't go around! It makes me dizzy." Buckland was holding a teacup, his tortoiseshell glasses drooping on the tip of his nose.

He was counting the financial income and expenditure of the month just now, and he was very busy. The lord, who had always been ignoring government affairs, suddenly broke in, making a mess of the well-organized old official documents without saying a word. I forgot about half of the count, and I had to start from the beginning.

Lao Baihu doesn't think people are very sloppy, but he is very picky in his official duties. He can't rub the sand in his eyes, and he doesn't look at amateurs making trouble.

"Stuart has completely become a second-rate country." Richard raised his head from the pile of official documents and threw it back on the table with interest.

"It is not only the loss of two and a half provinces, but also the contradictions in my own country. It is no exaggeration to say that it is not far from the split."

"Do you think Belluni is really crazy or fake?" Buckland lowered his voice and asked mysteriously.

"Crazy, but not stupid yet." Richard said absentmindedly, and went to the window to open the curtain, "Let some sunshine in."

"I think so," Buckland said. "For a country with a long history and profound traditions like Stuart, it is not easy to break it."

"There are so many vested interests who check and balance each other's stability. No one will be allowed to destroy their interests, not even His Majesty the King himself."

"Of course, it's not enough to get mad to bring down such a behemoth in a short period of time." Li Cha nodded and agreed.

The king may be the representative of the aristocracy, but he is definitely not the master of the aristocracy.

This point, no matter how magnificent the oath of allegiance is, it still cannot be changed.

Can madly hurt the interests of domestic aristocrats, while still holding real power without being emptied. Evaluating from a purely technical level is worth a thumbs up and praised as "brilliant."

Especially considering that the Stuart royal family is not traditionally strong, it is incredible that Belluni can do this-although it is still unclear, why he did it.

"The Mad King is not stupid." Buckland sighed.

Although it has not been elaborated in the official document, it can be guessed that the former Stuart people in the occupied area of ​​Pompeii must be facing a collective tragedy. People tend to feel soft when they are old, and Lao Baihu is no exception.

"It's ridiculous that a former famous patriot would become what it is today. A former infatuated person who would marry Nightingale as a queen is even more ridiculous." Lord Lord curled his lips, "Right, how many gotten this month Sand spider meat?"

Buckland glanced down at the accounts on the desk, "As of now, the total amount of warehousing is 347 tons."

Richard spent a long time thinking about it in his heart, and finally suffocated one sentence-"That's it?"

If this is heard by other lords, 80% of them will become angry on the spot and spend the second half of their lives in a hemiplegia.

Meat has always been the highest quality food, and fresh meat has to be squeezed out of 30% of its moisture. On average, more than ten tons of jerky can be credited to the account every day, which is definitely an astonishing number. For the general territory, it is enough to lie down and eat to the end of the world.

But according to Richard's calculation, a sand spider can provide more than 50 pounds of fresh meat, and 30 to 40 pounds after drying.

300 tons is only 20,000 heads, which is at least an order of magnitude worse than the number of sand spiders killed by the Ripper these days.

Although it sounds like a lot of more than three hundred tons, there are tens of thousands of soldiers going up and down the mountain fort, and they are less than ten pounds per head.

"The main reason is that the supply of salt is not available, and a lot of resources are wasted." Lao Baihu opened the drawer and took out a few hot stamping commercial contracts. "We are already ordering sea salt from several major commercial firms. Although the bulk commodity transaction needs to wait for a while, I expect It should come next month."

"As long as there is enough salt, the storage will be at least doubled next month."

"Not bad." Richard nodded.

"You know-just buying salt, the gold coins spent is an astronomical figure." Buckland said with a wry smile, "It's not as simple as burning money and not burning money anymore. This is opening the floodgates! Look at the money on the books. Decrease day by day, my old heart can't stand it!"

"I didn't pay, how can I return it." Richard was calmer. "The small amount of money for salt is much easier to cut than the jerky put into the warehouse."

It is not an exaggeration to say that if he is wealthy to his level, money is just a number, just like the clouds in the sky.

"Yes, it's 10,000 gold coins, it's still your grandeur." Buckland gave a fierce thumbs up.

"Damn! Ten thousand gold coins! The salt you bought is still diamonds!" The lord was calm and self-defeating. He grabbed the contract and looked at it with wide eyes. He immediately began to scratch his lungs and denounced that the old white tiger had been bewitched by consumerism.

"Mr. Buckland!" Annie's startled voice suddenly came from behind accompanied by the sound of pushing the door.

The lord turned around instinctively while swinging his bathrobe-he didn't wear a belt.

"Ah!" A scream broke the silence of the morning.

"Why don't you wear clothes!" Annie stood at the door, her hands tightly covering her eyes.

"Isn't I wearing pants?" Richard Nahan looked down at his short silk bath pants, firmly covering every inch of skin from his belly button to his knees. There is no possibility of "birds getting cold at first sight". "I can't see it, I'm pretty nasty at a young age~www.readwn.com~you you you..." The half-elf businessman glanced through his fingers, his face was immediately red with naked eyes.

"What are you? You have to go back to the court as soon as possible." Richard said as he tied his belt.

"It's okay!" Annie gave him a stern look and ran away without looking back.

"The beginning of a good day!" Lord Lord raised his head and laughed wildly.

"Oh, you..." Bucklan shook his head helplessly.

When in danger, Lord Lord is the strongest barrier. When Haiyan Heqing is not in danger, Lord Lord is the main danger.

"Annie must have something to come to see me. You can change your clothes and have a look. I have been a little inconvenient with my legs and feet recently, so I won't go there."

"Okay." Richard agreed.

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