If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

"Last month's total fiscal expenditure was 3,358 gold coins?" Roman looked at the financial book in his hand. This was not a monthly meeting, but a routine report. With the rough organization of Fengrao City, it would be too difficult to hold a meeting every month.

The old deacon nodded beside him: "Yes, Your Highness, this number is clear and correct."

The financial situation of the two cities is very transparent. Once a month, all the money has a place to go.

Of the more than 3,000 gold coins, nearly half are military expenses, military supplies and pensions.

The remaining more than 1,000 gold coins are more complicated, including salaries of administrative officials, employment of professional craftsmen, school education expenses, collection of agricultural products, farmers' loans, special rewards, subsidies for pregnant women and other small items.

These are complicated to say, and those expenditures involve all aspects. If they are listed in a list and rolled up, it is estimated that they will roll ten meters away on the carpet.

Roman thinks this is normal.

Now he opens his eyes every day, and more than 200,000 people eat, drink, defecate and urinate, all waiting for him to serve, and it is very difficult to count all kinds of details. If there were no paper, everyone would have to bend their toes to find him and rush on their butts.

That being said, more than 3,000 gold coins are still a bit too much.

Two months ago, the expenditure was only more than 2,000 gold coins, and now it has suddenly increased by 50%, which seems terrifying.

"What about the income?"

Seth handed Roman another stack of documents. Last month, only more than 200 gold coins were received - basically from the department store opened by Roman, and a small part came from fines - the total was less than one gold coin, which was paid by people who violated the law of origin.

Expenditures of 3,000 and income of 200, anyone would feel numb.

But as a lord, Roman doesn't need to care whether the paper data is ugly or not, and he doesn't need to show it to outsiders. This is just to make him clearer about the development of the territory and to control everything.

He mobilized a lot of manpower and material resources to deal with the war last month. There are two or three hundred medical nurses alone, organizing medical teams to provide treatment services for the wounded.

The huge increase in expenditure is not incomprehensible, but more of the physical consumption, hundreds of tons of food have been consumed completely.

War is not production, war is destruction.

Imagine that everyone did something that had nothing to do with farming, then everyone was just eating for free.

Moreover, they had to eat enough for free, otherwise they couldn't drive away the bandits.

'Compared to the consumption of physical goods, fiscal expenditure is secondary.' Roman thought.

He had gold mines, steel, coal, and salt. Those things strongly supported his economic system and prevented him from becoming a debtor, even though the monthly salary of ordinary miners was as high as five copper coins, and senior miners were as high as six or seven copper coins, and there was also a high compensation guarantee.

But those expenses were just a drop in the bucket compared to the income from mining.

The Conqueror Order collapsed, and the coinage right that Roman had wanted was no longer so important. He could mint money privately, and he had the final say in everything.

Even without metal currency, his territory could be self-sufficient and bear all fiscal expenditures.

He was no longer a small white noble who had just arrived in the territory. In the past few years of development, he could still produce and sell by himself and enter the internal circulation mode.

The people gave Roman the things they produced and processed, and he sold or gave them to them. Even if he gave away a lot of things, Roman still had a lot of surplus every month.

Let alone spending 3,000 gold coins a month, even if it was 5,000 gold coins, as long as it helped development, Roman would not frown.

"There are too few department stores. Open 20 more stores this year and hire more people." Roman gestured to Seth.

Department stores are public enterprises and the only place where residents can spend money.

But they only bring in about 200 gold coins a month, which makes Roman very dissatisfied and he wants to punch them!

I pay you wages so that you can spend them!

Why save them!

Take them out and spend them!

Bacon, sugar, staple food, soy sauce, soap, whatever you want! If you want to buy wild vegetables, I can find someone to dig them for you in the wild! A quarter of a copper coin can buy a lot. As long as the purchase amount is large enough, I can ask Gweil to grow a crop of high-quality wild vegetables!

"Your Highness, those people are all misers. It's more painful for you to take money from them than to kill them."

Seth made this point clearly. They value money more than anything else.

"Besides, the things sold in the store don't make them feel at ease."

Those are not necessities, but luxuries.

Some people are willing to buy them, every month.

But most people can't do such absurd things as consumption.

Roman's territory is a paradise, but they are poor ghosts. They have been poor for too long, their minds are rigid, and there is no possibility of evolution.

Roman can't force them to consume. He knows this truth. Human rights are the legislative foundation of the territory, and he can't trample on anyone's human rights.

"Then let time eliminate them." Roman shook his head.

It doesn't matter if you can't make the money of the old farmers, but I don't believe that those old guys can't pass on their savings to the next generation.

As long as there are enough department stores and they are integrated into the social environment, it will be a common thing for newborns. When they grow up, they will pick up old copper coins to buy new goods sooner or later...

After finishing the work at the Ministry of Finance, Roman turned around and talked to another official. That person was the director of the textile factory. His purpose of coming here was very simple.

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There was a shortage of textile raw materials, and the female workers had nothing to do, so they had to work in the fields.

They did not reject working in the fields, but they did not get paid.

The daily wage of textile workers is 1/15 of a copper coin. Although the income is meager, it is better than nothing.

This year, cotton was planted not long ago. Although the farm has raised sheep, the scale has not yet been expanded. The amount of meat and wool slaughtered is not enough. In the past, textile raw materials mainly came from Iceland's wool.

The situation on the earth is gradually chaotic. Iceland and the basin have lost contact last year. It is understandable. After all, the king of Iceland died in the Tianma Plain. The new king will definitely experience some twists and turns when he takes the throne.

Due to the inconvenience of communication, Roman only knows that Iceland has formed an alliance with the pirate forces, and he is not clear about the situation in Iceland.

"Let them farm first," Roman secretly considered how much autonomy Iceland has retained in the dragon world, "after this period of time, I will give them a salary increase according to their performance."

The wages of textile workers are a bit low-of course, no salary is fine-all people in the city of abundance are slaves at the beginning, and they are not qualified to discuss treatment with their masters.

But compared with endless cruel exploitation, he prefers more efficient exploitation.

First of all, we should provide food, clothing, housing and other necessities for everyone, and improve their quality of life.

The director of the textile factory left happily. No one would hate to raise wages. Now the workers have been given an explanation.

Roman talked to other executives and sent people away one by one.

After sending everyone away, before he had a cup of tea, he heard a rush of footsteps coming from afar, and finally the dusty Ranger Knight rushed in.

"Roman, I'm back!"

"Welcome back, Green."

Roman stood up to greet his knight brother. "How is it, is everything going well?"

"Don't mention it, I almost died outside when I met a Dawn Knight as strong as a monster." The young knight said excitedly, without any dejection on his face.

Green pointed outside, and before he could speak, a crisp voice came, and the voices overlapped, as if it was one person.

"No danger. Your Highness Roman, Witch Lin greets you." The twin witches stood side by side, interlocked their fingers, bowed slightly, and their golden hair was dazzling.

"I'm Felicia of the Gemini, and I've been looking forward to meeting you."