For Gawain, the other source of wealth was the output of the estates of the Great Hospital, the city of Bari, where it was gathered and began to engage in banking and financial lending under the leadership of Francisco and the Grand Senate, "competing with many Italian city-states for the Pope and Sallian Caesar", to integrate more money, and to gain greater political prestige and strategic space. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

So Gawain had even begun to plan to mint gold and silver coins, but he felt that he still needed to be patient, after all, the precious metals obtained from trade were not very reliable, and at least they needed to be accumulated.

At this moment, the number of slaves of all kinds who were purchased into Tarsus also reached four or five thousand.

Of the 1,500 Adigai slaves who arrived in advance, 700 were sent to Alalmanburg to be trained in water turbines and grinding discs, while the rest, along with Slavic slaves, began to build "merchant inns" for the streets of Tarsus, absorbing architectural and engineering skills by the way. As for the more than 800 Moors of black slaves, they were assigned to four citrus plantations in Zefelim's local area, Zhao Zhao called them "Kunlun Slaves" in the "Jingxing Manji", and he even wanted to spend thirty gold coins to buy one of them to see if he could temper his own "Mole", but was quickly rejected by the Sixth Division, "Private individuals are not allowed to keep slaves." Zhao Zhao sighed at the scroll, it seems that the romantic story of finding a Moeller to carry himself over the courtyard wall several feet high will not happen.

Soon, the black slaves, wearing straw hats and linen shorts, cultivated saplings in four citrus groves in the tidal flats, hills, and foothills between Zephilim and Koloadeo, first by laying lime roads along the sun-drenched foothills to the south or east, and then by digging crooked canals along the main roads of the neighborhoods, plastering them with lime and gravel to prevent soil erosion, and then planting saplings and erecting sheds in each of them.

For this group of slaves, there was a somewhat fixed salary for doing these things, and it was paid by the royal government of Tarsus, and it was by no means a whim--all slave mechanics had wooden dormitories, three meals a day with wheat rice, eggs and meat, and absinthe served and half-day rest every Sunday, and their salaries were far less than those of the holy peasants or mechanics, and even less than the Adigae and Slavs, but because they had no worries about food and lodging, the problem was not prominent. All salaries were posted on a wooden note in front of the dormitory, and if the steward withheld their wages, they had the right to appeal directly to the Tarsus County Circuit Court.

Now that the orange blossoms are at their best, the only way to do this is to keep the trees, and on the road outside the plantation, a beautiful rider is riding a horse and galloping towards it, and the black slaves working in the garden get up and take off their sunshade hats, and salute the rider who looks like the royal court and shout the slogan of Christ and the Virgin.

"It's horrible, it's even darker than willow charcoal, the lips are like carmine, and the teeth are like Ceris porcelain." The rider wore a Turkic Gazi warrior-style white felt hat with a peacock's verdant feathers pinned to it, gray hair combed into braids and hung down, a white Persian embroidered shirt with loose breeches and boots underneath, a chic scimitar hanging from his belt, a handsome and feminine but radiant face, and a tuft of mustache, but obviously glued, for the sound of a mouth betrayed her.

"Master Plani, your analogy is the best thing in the world." Behind her, three or four black-haired Ani maidens on mules or donkeys all skilfully laughed in Greek.

They were all Armenian aristocratic girls who had been given by Gawain after the fall of Vanka to the swaggering "Lord Plani," and now that Agnes had learned not only to ride a mule, but also to ride a horse, she raised her whip and replied to her "concubines", "But the most beautiful thing is the ugliest thing in combination." ”

Several black slaves stood there with blank expressions, just smiling flatteringly.

"There's really nothing to see here, so I'll be back next spring." The group chattered and rode their mounts farther away to Seleucia, for according to Gawain's instructions, "Master Plani" was not only out to play, but she also had more important tasks in Seleucia and Alarman.

Seeing them disappear on the other side of the road, the two black men standing at the front closed their originally bright white teeth, their expressions became disdainful and indifferent, and they said to each other in fluent Greek, "The guy who is neither male nor female should be the little sunfish that is famous throughout Tarsus, and now he still calls himself Lord Punini, or Master Prala, Lala, right?" ”

"Shhhh

"Why?"

"Because these old men have always considered their language to be the noblest, including the female Caesar, if they knew that we could all learn it so quickly, where would their faces go?"

"Makes sense, my brother."

When the other had finished speaking, the two of them were silent and went back to the garden to continue their work.

The little sunfish and her concubines made their way around Zephilim, but now that the summer had passed, and the pesky autumn rain began to rise, and the next day they had not long been on their way from the inn in the city of Llamas, a few dark clouds were rolling down the Cyprus Sea, and when she reached the Ordnance Division's workshop, which was more than ten centuries away from Seleucia, the rain was pouring down.

There was a wheelbarrow lined up in front of the courtyard of the workshop, and several Nationalist soldiers were hurrying to cover it with rain-sheltered leather, while the other two, with sticks and horsewhips, stopped Agnes who was hurrying in.

Agnes took out the seal of the Ordnance Guild from the hanging bag, poked it on the paper scroll of the guard, and when the other party recognized it, she solemnly retreated under the canopy of the door, and let the Turkic deputy director "Master Plani" in.

Agnes sat down in a small building in the backyard of the workshop, a waterwheel sawmill that made frames or pivots for the various light artillery carts or large plani cannons of all kinds. It was still raining outside, and in a short time a dark-haired girl wrapped in a blanket and shawl hurried in, bowed to everyone, and began to busible on the oven and stove.

"You're the only one here?" Agnes's words startled the girl who had been crouching with her back to her, and she turned her face to look at the woman dressed as a Turkic warrior sitting across from her......

A few locks of black hair wet by the rain were attached to the girl's snow-white and ruddy cheeks, and her eyes were watery and slightly slanted at each other, slightly shy but never pretentious.

"You're an Adigai slave?" The little sunfish threw the whip on the side of the chair, made a noise, and asked. (To be continued.) )