In addition to the firelight of the fireplace, there is also a mahogany lamp holder next to the Barov table. The top of the seat is divided into four branches, with the highest branches in the middle, and the other three branches are surrounded in a triangular shape.
A candle burns on each branch, and the quiet light spots are like a dazzling mountain.
The room was filled with the fragrance of pine oil, like a sweet and damp smell of rotten wood, making people drowsy.
But in the border town, he couldn't ask for more. Elegance and elegance had nothing to do with this poor place. It would be nice to have a house that could shelter from wind and rain, not to mention that he now has a large group of houses.
His office was in a courtyard not far from the castle, and it was also the location of the town hall built by the former lord. Of course, when he left, the lord took away all his hands, and this place has now completely become the territory of the minister's assistant.
The rustling sounds of writing in the house from time to time and the cold wind whistling outside the window form two different worlds.
Barov was writing fast in front of a wooden table filled with books and old scrolls.
There are also low long log tables on both sides of him, which are usually unused and are only used to place manuscripts.
When needed, he would summon his disciples and lean on the low table to organize materials or write the first draft of the document for himself.
The candles on the lamp holder had been changed three times. Apart from getting up and changing them, Barov never stopped the speeding pen in his hand for a moment.
Time is an extremely precious thing for him.
There is still a stack of documents waiting for him to deal with, and the fiscal expenditure proposed by His Highness also needs to be carefully reviewed.
Now Barov works for an average of five hours a day, but he doesn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he can let go of it, and there is endless energy in his body.
This is the taste of power. He thought, no longer had to follow the tutor's butt to shrink. All apprentices obeyed their orders, and no one dared to drag or trip.
As long as the orders of His Highness the Prince are completed, the specific governance process can be controlled by oneself.
If the prince's order could be more normal, it would be perfect. Barov smacked his lips with a little regret.
For example, the document in front of me was stamped with Roland's personal seal, which stated that it required people to be sent to Liuye Town to recruit management personnel and purchase a brig.
The second article also specifically notes later: considering the price, there is no need for the captain, helmsman and sailor.
After watching it, he was amused and crying. Without these people, who would drive the boat back with you?
After buying, let them walk back by themselves?
And, what do you do when buying a boat?
This is the most critical point. The trade between Bianfeng Town and Liuye Town is very stable. Even if you want to expand ore trade after the winter is over, you only need to notify the other side to increase the number of ships.
It is not cost-effective to buy a boat by yourself, not to mention that the town dock can only be used for docking, without dock maintenance and no sailors to take care of it, and it will be abandoned soon.
Maybe it was because His Highness’s strange thoughts broke out again?
As for the first one, he could understand it.
At present, the city hall has no free time from top to bottom. The more than a dozen people brought by Barov are responsible for supervising commerce, conducting statistical reports and settlement of income and expenditure.
It is obviously unreasonable to take charge of administrative and legal work.
If His Highness wants to separate these departments, he must expand the employment scale of the Town Hall.
It's a normal reason, but the assistant minister doesn't want to let go so quickly.
The satisfaction of putting all rights in one hand was too fulfilling. He thought that even his teacher, the king's finance minister, was only responsible for the Gray Castle's money bag, but he was the king's hand.
Ahem, well, it only works in Border Town, he added in his heart.
Although His Highness Roland had promised so, there was still a long way to go to ascend the throne.
Barov found that he had somehow re-introduced the four princes into the ranks of king contenders.
In the past, he would not have thought that this playboy with a bad personality and ignorant character could be crowned king.
Since I came to Bianfeng Town, my surprise has never stopped.
So far, the border town is still standing in the western border under the guard of the militia, and it seems that it can last for a long time. This alone deserves great praise.
In addition, not to mention the strange things he tinkered with, even his grasp of people's hearts was not like the fourth prince in Gray Castle, but like a devil who had insight into everything.
At this moment, a knock on the door sounded outside the door, and Barov reluctantly stopped the movement at hand, sang and came in.
The one who pushed the door into the door was one of his proud disciples, Pen Yaro.
Teacher, another mouse was caught.
oh?Have you asked something?
He said it was sent by the Second Prince and found the wrapped cement powder, some coins and a letter from him.Yaro walked forward and handed Barov a cowhide envelope, while other information was still being questioned.Teacher, what he did...
Just like before, after asking, all the information is compiled into a book.Then convict and hang it.Barov understates.
Yes, Yaro bent down and saluted, and then the disciple took his leave.
The door was closed again, and Barov did not continue working immediately, but returned to the table, cut open the seal with a letter knife, and took out the letter paper.
The fourth one... he thought to himself.
Roland Wimbledon summoned him to discuss this issue long before the Demon Moon arrived.
His Highness the Prince believes that when cement, new snow powder and witches are disclosed one by one, the eyeliner buried by the brothers and sisters will definitely not be able to hold back and reveal themselves from the lurking. This is the best time to sweep away the mice.
But Barov agreed with the first half of the prince, but did not agree with the second half.
In his opinion, there are more than 2,000 people in Bianfeng Town, and it is impossible for everyone to follow them.
They don't have the manpower and have no time to guard against these stealing people.
As a result, Your Highness said disrespectfully, how could there be no one?Every leader in Bianfeng Town is our eyes.
At that time, Barov only felt that the other party was completely whimsical, allowing these ignorant and dull civilians to monitor the possible rats?This is simply impossible!
But the truth is, I was wrong.
When conducting the first census after the beginning of winter, Roland specifically explained to all the indigenous people who had been here for more than five years: Although the conspiracy of burning food at Changge Fortress was bankrupt, he still did not give up and sent enemies to lurk beside everyone.
Most of them disguised themselves as relatives of townspeople or merchants who had no time to evacuate, looking for opportunities to harm everyone at any time.
If anyone sees any suspicious person, report it to the Town Hall immediately.
Once verified, they will receive twenty-five silver wolf rewards.
As a result, this move was surprisingly effective.
Although I started to receive some false alarms, the first mouse was arrested soon.
At that time, Barov still remembered Roland's proud words sounded very different.
What is it?He thought about it and said that's right... let the enemy fall into the vast ocean of people's war.
It was such a weird word formation and syntax. The assistant minister shook his head and spread out the letter paper in his hand.
The guy, known as the groundhog, repeatedly emphasized in his letter that various phenomena showed that the fourth prince Roland Wimbledon had been replaced by the devil, and Barov could even read his fears between the lines.
Thinking of His Highness the Prince's use of people's hearts, the minister's assistant couldn't help but feel a sense of recognition.
He took a deep breath and moved the letter paper to the candlelight. Soon the roll of paper was engulfed by the flames and turned into ashes.
Even so, it is a devil who is not afraid of the stone of God's punishment and can give him rights, isn't it?
A candle burns on each branch, and the quiet light spots are like a dazzling mountain.
The room was filled with the fragrance of pine oil, like a sweet and damp smell of rotten wood, making people drowsy.
But in the border town, he couldn't ask for more. Elegance and elegance had nothing to do with this poor place. It would be nice to have a house that could shelter from wind and rain, not to mention that he now has a large group of houses.
His office was in a courtyard not far from the castle, and it was also the location of the town hall built by the former lord. Of course, when he left, the lord took away all his hands, and this place has now completely become the territory of the minister's assistant.
The rustling sounds of writing in the house from time to time and the cold wind whistling outside the window form two different worlds.
Barov was writing fast in front of a wooden table filled with books and old scrolls.
There are also low long log tables on both sides of him, which are usually unused and are only used to place manuscripts.
When needed, he would summon his disciples and lean on the low table to organize materials or write the first draft of the document for himself.
The candles on the lamp holder had been changed three times. Apart from getting up and changing them, Barov never stopped the speeding pen in his hand for a moment.
Time is an extremely precious thing for him.
There is still a stack of documents waiting for him to deal with, and the fiscal expenditure proposed by His Highness also needs to be carefully reviewed.
Now Barov works for an average of five hours a day, but he doesn't feel tired at all. On the contrary, he can let go of it, and there is endless energy in his body.
This is the taste of power. He thought, no longer had to follow the tutor's butt to shrink. All apprentices obeyed their orders, and no one dared to drag or trip.
As long as the orders of His Highness the Prince are completed, the specific governance process can be controlled by oneself.
If the prince's order could be more normal, it would be perfect. Barov smacked his lips with a little regret.
For example, the document in front of me was stamped with Roland's personal seal, which stated that it required people to be sent to Liuye Town to recruit management personnel and purchase a brig.
The second article also specifically notes later: considering the price, there is no need for the captain, helmsman and sailor.
After watching it, he was amused and crying. Without these people, who would drive the boat back with you?
After buying, let them walk back by themselves?
And, what do you do when buying a boat?
This is the most critical point. The trade between Bianfeng Town and Liuye Town is very stable. Even if you want to expand ore trade after the winter is over, you only need to notify the other side to increase the number of ships.
It is not cost-effective to buy a boat by yourself, not to mention that the town dock can only be used for docking, without dock maintenance and no sailors to take care of it, and it will be abandoned soon.
Maybe it was because His Highness’s strange thoughts broke out again?
As for the first one, he could understand it.
At present, the city hall has no free time from top to bottom. The more than a dozen people brought by Barov are responsible for supervising commerce, conducting statistical reports and settlement of income and expenditure.
It is obviously unreasonable to take charge of administrative and legal work.
If His Highness wants to separate these departments, he must expand the employment scale of the Town Hall.
It's a normal reason, but the assistant minister doesn't want to let go so quickly.
The satisfaction of putting all rights in one hand was too fulfilling. He thought that even his teacher, the king's finance minister, was only responsible for the Gray Castle's money bag, but he was the king's hand.
Ahem, well, it only works in Border Town, he added in his heart.
Although His Highness Roland had promised so, there was still a long way to go to ascend the throne.
Barov found that he had somehow re-introduced the four princes into the ranks of king contenders.
In the past, he would not have thought that this playboy with a bad personality and ignorant character could be crowned king.
Since I came to Bianfeng Town, my surprise has never stopped.
So far, the border town is still standing in the western border under the guard of the militia, and it seems that it can last for a long time. This alone deserves great praise.
In addition, not to mention the strange things he tinkered with, even his grasp of people's hearts was not like the fourth prince in Gray Castle, but like a devil who had insight into everything.
At this moment, a knock on the door sounded outside the door, and Barov reluctantly stopped the movement at hand, sang and came in.
The one who pushed the door into the door was one of his proud disciples, Pen Yaro.
Teacher, another mouse was caught.
oh?Have you asked something?
He said it was sent by the Second Prince and found the wrapped cement powder, some coins and a letter from him.Yaro walked forward and handed Barov a cowhide envelope, while other information was still being questioned.Teacher, what he did...
Just like before, after asking, all the information is compiled into a book.Then convict and hang it.Barov understates.
Yes, Yaro bent down and saluted, and then the disciple took his leave.
The door was closed again, and Barov did not continue working immediately, but returned to the table, cut open the seal with a letter knife, and took out the letter paper.
The fourth one... he thought to himself.
Roland Wimbledon summoned him to discuss this issue long before the Demon Moon arrived.
His Highness the Prince believes that when cement, new snow powder and witches are disclosed one by one, the eyeliner buried by the brothers and sisters will definitely not be able to hold back and reveal themselves from the lurking. This is the best time to sweep away the mice.
But Barov agreed with the first half of the prince, but did not agree with the second half.
In his opinion, there are more than 2,000 people in Bianfeng Town, and it is impossible for everyone to follow them.
They don't have the manpower and have no time to guard against these stealing people.
As a result, Your Highness said disrespectfully, how could there be no one?Every leader in Bianfeng Town is our eyes.
At that time, Barov only felt that the other party was completely whimsical, allowing these ignorant and dull civilians to monitor the possible rats?This is simply impossible!
But the truth is, I was wrong.
When conducting the first census after the beginning of winter, Roland specifically explained to all the indigenous people who had been here for more than five years: Although the conspiracy of burning food at Changge Fortress was bankrupt, he still did not give up and sent enemies to lurk beside everyone.
Most of them disguised themselves as relatives of townspeople or merchants who had no time to evacuate, looking for opportunities to harm everyone at any time.
If anyone sees any suspicious person, report it to the Town Hall immediately.
Once verified, they will receive twenty-five silver wolf rewards.
As a result, this move was surprisingly effective.
Although I started to receive some false alarms, the first mouse was arrested soon.
At that time, Barov still remembered Roland's proud words sounded very different.
What is it?He thought about it and said that's right... let the enemy fall into the vast ocean of people's war.
It was such a weird word formation and syntax. The assistant minister shook his head and spread out the letter paper in his hand.
The guy, known as the groundhog, repeatedly emphasized in his letter that various phenomena showed that the fourth prince Roland Wimbledon had been replaced by the devil, and Barov could even read his fears between the lines.
Thinking of His Highness the Prince's use of people's hearts, the minister's assistant couldn't help but feel a sense of recognition.
He took a deep breath and moved the letter paper to the candlelight. Soon the roll of paper was engulfed by the flames and turned into ashes.
Even so, it is a devil who is not afraid of the stone of God's punishment and can give him rights, isn't it?
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