early morning.

Friedman Buche woke up from his sleep on time. The sleeping maid climbed onto the velvet-painted bed, took out the ironed coat, and washed him in it.

The coat was burned on the stove, the boots were stuffed with a hot water bag all night, and the gloves were hidden by the maid all night to ensure that the temperature was appropriate for the patriarch the next day.

Every accessory on the clothes will be carefully cared for, including the family emblem, cuffs, and canes. The maids are like workers on assembly lines, and each movement is meticulous.

After completing the ritualized wake-up process, the tall and strong patriarch can stand at the window of the bedroom and overlook the whole city on the fifth floor of the city lord's mansion, which gives him a sense of control.

However, this winter is particularly cold and gloomy.

The panoramic view of Banshee Castle is gray-black, with some ice particles remaining on the roofs of every household. Occasionally, fireworks emerged from some chimneys and were quickly blown away by the cold wind. Pedestrians on the street were walking in a hurry, squeezing their necks and walking non-stop.

Friedman's bedroom was as warm as spring, but the cold wind outside the bedroom shook the windows. He could see several corpses lying upside down on the street even when he stood high. The corpse collector pushed a cart and pried out the frozen beggar from the ground.

It's really a 'plitting'.

It was too cold, and the corpse was hard and frozen into one with the ground. The corpse collector could not catch it with his hands, so he had to pry it with an iron chisel. Only after prying it was allowed to move the corpse onto the cart.

The corpse collector is very slow and his hands and feet are not very flexible. Every time he pries, he needs to rest, take a breath, and stop before he can take the next move.

Every winter, Friedman could see the same scene in the bedroom window, and every day. He even knew the corpse collector - a sad man in his forties, who bent over and hunched, humble and humble, and did this job ten years ago.

Friedman occasionally asked his subordinates to give some food to the corpse collector, but did not tell the other party why. He liked to see the corpse collector's appearance of being treacherous but at a loss.

The noblest has such an interesting connection with the lowest level.

"Go and give the poor guy some bread and a cup of hot water by the way. I see he's almost frozen." Friedman called out to the maid and pointed to the corpse collector a few streets away.

The maid glanced at her and nodded in response.

Outside the bedroom, the family housekeeper was already waiting. When he saw the patriarch walking out of the bedroom, he immediately reported some important news. For example...

"His patriarch, there are currently thirteen major families in the north that have responded to your call and joined forces to carry out a trade blockade on Hanfeng City. They also realized that they could no longer allow Victor Hugo to easily obtain supplies including food.

In addition, your proposal to form a coalition forces after the beginning of spring has also been widely agreed upon. Currently, five cities have sent envoys to discuss the coordination of unified actions.

According to your request, no one will recruit useless serf soldiers, but will instead send at least half of the regular military forces to fight. Roughly count, the coalition will have more than 300 wizards and 2,000 high-level knights."

Hearing these numbers, Friedman nodded and expressed satisfaction. Judging from the battle half a year ago, the miscellaneous soldiers who were unable to command could not deal with Victor Hugo. If he wanted to restrain him, he had to produce high-end combat power.

Hanfeng City has stored a lot of food in the past six months, and has achieved a bumper harvest in spring and summer. Hugo is not short of food now. Therefore, it must cut off its channels for purchasing food in winter, so that the other party will lose food next spring and force it to fight to the decisive battle.

According to Friedman's good abacus, he will be simply defending this winter. Even if Hugo takes the initiative to provoke, he will hide in the city and just pretend that he can't see it.

After the spring, Friedman gathered enough strength in the North to gather at Banshee Castle, and took the guys from the Principality of Os to join him. He would personally supervise the military and supervise the battle, and would not stop along the way, and go straight to Hanfeng City.

Not playing any unnecessary thoughts is to use strength to break the tricks. If necessary, the Buqi family will also put a trump card and pull out the treasure of the clan - Victor Hugo, this guy, is too threatening. If he is not eliminated, the north will be in peace.

"Is there any good news?" Friedman walked towards his study in the lord's mansion, where he would stay for half a day to handle some accumulated affairs.

The housekeeper followed closely, "Our own heavy-duty carriage exceeded one hundred yesterday. The craftsmen all praised your wisdom and were grateful to have given them a new job. I believe that by next spring, we will get another hundred new carriages."

Friedman didn't speak up about this news, but instead became a little annoyed. The heavy-loaded carriage of Banshee Castle was imitated by Hanfeng City, and many of the parts were directly used by Hanfeng City forging products.

This project was done by a group of nobles in private. After Friedman discovered it, he forcibly took it over, increased investment and expanded production capacity. Although the imitation was far less light than the original, it was considered a technological progress, which solved the problem.

But is this output...

It sounds like a lot of production of 100 vehicles in half a year. However, according to the summary of various information, the number of original heavy-load four-wheeled carriages in Hanfeng City has exceeded 1,000. The total number is still increasing rapidly.

It is amazing that the nobles in the northern region had a hundred horse-drawn carriages. They couldn't figure out what to do with thousands of carriages. Raising thousands of coachmen and thousands of horses was also very expensive.

But Hanfeng City had 500 coal transport vehicles in the Voodoo Swamp alone, and the rest were still running around in the territory. Cheap and convenient transportation brought intensive flow of people and materials.

In the eyes of the nobles, the people are all property and must be bound to a fixed area. Wouldn't it be a mess to let them run around? But Hanfeng City is all free people, Hugo doesn't care at all, and you can go anywhere you want.

Friedman understood the convenience of heavy carriages. But he could learn to imitate carriages, but he could not learn the population management system of Hanfeng City. If he really learned it, his foundation of rule would collapse.

The Buqi family only needs about 500 heavy-duty carriages, and if there are more, they are useless and useless.

Hanfeng City made another breakthrough in carriage technology, creating a super heavy six-wheeled carriage that stretches the body to pull large construction wood more than ten meters long, or two or three four-wheeled carriages connected in series to pull five or six tons of coal.

Transport capacity is still increasing.

Whenever I hear similar news, Friedman always feels weird - Hanfeng City has created more and more new things, and no one can tell what they have ever seen tomorrow.

Not only have I never seen it before, but I also give people a sense of impatience that I can't catch up, which is very uncomfortable.

"Is there any other news?" Friedman sat in the study, knowing that there must be something bad behind the good news.

The housekeeper stood by the wide desk and bowed and whispered: "Some people in the family still complained about the tax rate. In addition, the tax police team caught many caravans trying to smuggle goods. The wizards in the city said that raising the tax rate of magic materials is absolutely wrong."

Friedman got angry when he heard this, slammed the table and scolded: "If the tax rate is not raised, how can the family have money to pay their salary? The caravans smuggling goods must be supported by those idiots.

As for magical materials, wouldn’t it be great to ask the wizards to buy the goods of the Buqi family? What we sell is cheap. Why do we have to use the enemy’s products? Every time they spend a gold coin, they will turn into magic missiles and hit our own heads.”

When the clan leader was angry, the housekeeper could only bow his head and stop talking. Internal interests were more complicated than external conflicts, and if they were not dealt with well, it was internal friction, which was more difficult than fighting.

Then the maid knocked on the door and walked into the study, whispering: "Grandpa, follow your order, and the guards in the mansion will deliver food to the corpse collectors on the street.

But the guards came back and said that the corpse collector had just been frozen to death and fell next to the cart containing the corpse, and his body was hard."
Chapter completed!