landbeastnovel #339 - What kind of jihad is it if it can’t raise money?
#339 - What kind of jihad is it if it can’t raise money?
“咚咚咚！咚咚咚！”
The dense rain carried a heavy, grassy smell, and the urgent knocking threatened to break down the door.
“Who is it?” Grosien raised his head groggily from the straw bed.
“Open the door, it’s me, your dearest and most handsome cousin, Palakfu Li.”
Cousin Palak? What does he want so early in the morning? Propping himself up with the musty woolen blanket, Grosien sat up.
Ever since he bought the Holy War bonds last time, Cousin Palak hadn't spoken to him for almost a week.
“Open the door!”
“Stop knocking, I’m coming.” Rubbing his eyelids, Grosien yawned and dragged his heavy steps towards the door.
It rained heavily last night, and he was afraid that the water in the fishpond would overflow, allowing the fish fry to escape into the stream, so he dug mud all night and only slept at dawn. Naturally, he was not in good spirits at the moment.
Lifting the wooden door latch, Grosien didn't even have time to open the door when Palak, with a bruise on his forehead, pounced on him.
He held Grosien's face and kissed him hard on both cheeks.
“You are simply an angel sent from heaven! Grosien!”
After kissing Grosien, Palak pushed him away and frantically rummaged through the house, turning things upside down.
“Palak, what exactly are you looking for? I just tidied up, and I still need the tools to scrape hair and make leather later.”
“Scrape hair? Forget about scraping hair!” Palak searched around without finding anything, then stood up. “Where are those bonds from before?”
“Aren't those just waste paper? What do you want those for?” While complaining, Grosien pulled a small box from under the straw bed.
Opening the box, a thick stack of bonds lay quietly inside.
After all, they were bought at a great price. Although they were worthless, he still felt the pain of throwing them away, so Grosien carefully and meticulously preserved them.
The brand-new bonds even had a hint of ink smell due to the excessive humidity from the rainy weather.
“Here, take them. Didn't you say you didn't want them before?”
The moment he saw the bonds, Palak pounced on them as if he had seen his own father resurrected, even though his father wasn't dead yet.
Carefully picking up the bonds, Palak kissed them wildly. “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, it’s finally my turn, Palak, to be a shop owner.
Oiyo of the gutter, tonight I will take a twenty-pound shit in your oil jug!”
After working as a shop assistant for the candy and oil shop owner for ten years, Palak cried with joy, shedding tears of happiness.
The strangeness of his cousin made Grosien's face look strange. What exactly was going on? He suddenly ran in early in the morning and looked everywhere for these bonds…
Wait, could he be possessed by a demon? Cold sweat dripped down Grosien's forehead.
He stuck to the wall, slowly approached the corner, secretly picked up the wooden stick in the corner, and tiptoed towards Palak's back.
He heard that after a person is possessed by a demon, hitting the back of the head with a wooden stick can temporarily dispel the demon.
Having worked in an oil and candy shop for many years, Palak had developed the ability to see in all directions and hear in all directions.
He immediately noticed Grosien's actions and said unhappily, “What are you doing with the wooden stick? When you know what happened, you'll be even more crazy than me!”
“What exactly happened?”
Palak shook the bonds with a grin. “Saint Joan brought us victory, our bonds are useful!”
Bonds, useful?
His breathing quickened, and Grosien's eyes slowly widened. “You mean these waste papers are worth money?”
“Do you know how much money? Guess?”
“500 dinars?”
“Wrong!”
“800 dinars?”
“Wrong!” Palak couldn't hold back anymore. “When I left Jeanneburg, the estimated price for this stack in our hands was 1500 dinars, and it’s still rising!”
“Gah—” Grosien's legs went weak, and he was about to fall backward.
Palak, with quick eyes and hands, grabbed Grosien's wrist and said firmly, “Don't be knocked down by the power of money, hehehe—”
Grosien looked at the bruise on Palak's forehead without saying a word, but he really couldn't stand still. He took five or six steps backward and sat heavily on the bed.
1500 dinars, equivalent to twelve and a half gold pounds. They could work for a year and not even earn one or two gold pounds, even without paying taxes.
This was a fortune they couldn't earn in ten years.
A fortune they couldn't earn in ten years.
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No wonder Palak was going crazy. Grosien couldn't help but dance with joy.
“Then when are we going to sell them?” Grosien asked impatiently.
Palak elbowed him in the chest, avoiding his hand for the bonds. “Sell them for dinars? Are you crazy? We have to wait for the first bidding!”
“Bidding?”
Looking at the clarity and stupidity in Grosien's eyes, Palak clicked his tongue and explained in detail.
After capturing Black Pottery Town and the nearby knight's manor, the knights ran away with their money, and the Salvation Army got nothing except for the stale old grain in the warehouse.
In order to guarantee the credit of the bonds and continue to issue bonds to raise military expenses, Horen ordered the sale of a batch of knights' and church's assets, real estate, and poorly managed real estate by the Salvation Army.
These one-time sales of real estate include city houses, country villas, shops, orchards, farm tools, livestock, etc.
These assets are all sold at reduced prices, and only Holy War bonds can be used to purchase these real estates.
The 50-dinar face value bonds that could be purchased for 10 dinars, some people are now offering 35 dinars to buy them.
“If we go to sell them, we can only sell them for 1800 or 1900 dinars at most, but if we use them to buy real estate, that's a solid 2500 dinars!”
“Hey, I found out that the big fishpond where we used to steal fish, that big fishpond of 12 mu, is also within the scope, and the reserve price is only 1000 dinars!”
Grosien was struck by lightning. He trembled and asked, “That fishpond of the old monastery master, the fishpond where I worked as a helper for three years?”
“Yep!” Palak held up two fingers. “We have enough money now to buy two of them!”
“Holy Lord, Holy Lord.” Grosien couldn't even speak, and could only keep repeating the word Holy Lord.
“Then are you saying we should buy that big fishpond?”
“Of course!” Palak hugged the bonds to his chest, as if he saw a bright future. “We'll buy the fishpond first, then exchange the remaining bonds for money to buy fish fry, and finally exchange the remaining bonds for money, except for emergency funds, to continue buying new bonds.”
“We'll manage that fishpond ourselves?” Grosien's heart beat violently, and he hadn't yet switched back from the previous topic.
“Others don't know, but don't I know? Your fish farming skills are much better than those stinky monks?” Palak put the bonds in the box, reluctantly saying, “I'll leave the fishpond to you, and we'll earn several more 500 dinars next year.
I've already figured it out, you'll manage the breeding, I'll manage the sales, and we'll hire two helpers, so we can taste the life of the former priest!”