On March 16, 1030, the plague in the imperial capital had ended. After receiving cheap antibiotics such as sulfonamide, the death toll dropped sharply.

But there are still 20,000 people who die in this great plague. If the deaths of 20,000 people are placed in the 21st century, the public's sensitive Internet information era, an efficient wartime system must be activated to stabilize social order.

In Saint-Sakh, the newspaper without any pictures in the imperial capital told the imperial subjects in an understatement that the plague had ended and that the imperial military would deal with the plague-carried corpses within five days.

The imperial capital quickly recovered from prosperity, and people quickly could not see traces of the plague on their faces.

Merchants are bargaining around goods.

The mercenaries in the tavern drank and celebrated the day when they were drunk.

The coachmen, grooms, and the empire beggars were thinking about how many copper plates should be used for the next meal today.

Soldiers involved in epidemic prevention will use words to add fuel to the air in unjust places like taverns. And this kind of topic becomes a weird magazine in an alcoholic atmosphere. The surviving imperial merchants and petty citizens laughed at the unlucky poor who could not afford medicines when they heard these conversations. They finally got out of this world.

The atmosphere in the tavern is like the "wisdom" and "wkish" comments on the history seventy or eighty years ago on Earth in the early 21st century, and it is even easier to freely paint.

The scene of human corpses killed by bacteria piled up in the burning corpse like a mountain, which may be quickly forgotten by people in this world. However, Binghe never decided to use his golden finger to forget the memories of the past few days in his brain.

[At night, on the viaduct in the center of the imperial palace area and the mechanical area, the guardrail looking at the core with a beam of light refracted convex lens spell]

Binghe looked at the people who were living and working in the lower city again. He turned his head silently and looked at the towering imperial celestial tower on the left. There was no expression on his face, and no emotion could be seen in his eyes.

Looking at the empire where everything is fine and everything is satisfactory, Binghezhen doesn't know what emotions to express.

If you express some emotions now, it seems like a mentally ill patient with excessive emotions and fuss.

Binghe was stunned for half an hour. The knight who had been guarding Binghe came forward and persuaded him: "Mr. It's very late, and the sight here is messy. Please cherish yourself."

Binghe turned his head and asked, "Do you think there is a god in this world?"

The knight followed Bingkel's gaze and then said, "Mr. Crown, I don't know that if there is really God, your good deeds will definitely be praised by God."

"Qi" Binghe breathed disdainfully, stopped watching the sky, and walked back to his carriage.

Binghuo said to the knight beside him: "We will leave tomorrow morning and return to the Gun Flame Territory."

The knight was surprised: "Mr. Crown, you won't go..." The knight wanted to persuade Binghe to meet His Royal Highness the Princess.

Binghe took the towel in the carriage and wiped his hands and said, "This behavior was just a whim, and I had no other purpose, and I don't want the people in the imperial capital to think I have any purpose."

[The next day, when Binghe boarded the train, a carrier pigeon in the train station was released. In just ten minutes, the emperor in the celestial tower learned the news.]

After confirming that Binghe had left quietly, the emperor sighed, shook his head, and threw a copy on the table into the fireplace.

The most glorious person in the imperial capital is the royal family. When any person surpasses the royal family, he must press it. During this great plague, Bingshu saved a large number of people, which is suspected of winning people's hearts. If he stays, someone will inevitably praise him.

If Binghe chooses to stay, then some strange words will be heard in the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital.

For example, Binghe is young and reckless, and also bloodthirsty and murderous. The source of these strange words is not the royal family, but it is in line with the purpose of the royal family to help Binghe not be proud of it.

And now that Binghe quietly left, the emperor would not instruct the people below to do so.

His Majesty the Emperor began to pick up another piece of intelligence paper, which recorded the information about the Imperial Medical and Animal Husbandry Academy's ordering pharmaceutical equipment this time.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at the delivery party: the Gun Yan family, and his eyes directly passed over the name of Gun Yan Bing Ke, and directly focused on the two names of the medical and pastoral areas, one was Caijing and the other was Xiyun.

His Majesty the Emperor narrowed his eyes, and the emperor took a deep breath and said with a little admiration on his face: "It was done perfectly, leaving no clues."

[Far away from the Emperor, they are all non-circle queens. Binghe returns to the industrial factories in the north again. The industrial revolution continues.]

In the beginning of April, a large number of machinery was transported to the territories of several northern families for trial use.

The super-large agricultural machinery was running in the fields, and this agricultural machinery weighing forty tons sprayed steam. The brute force of rotating the tracks shocked the lords in the south. Dozens of iron plows turned over the underground soil thirty centimeters like chopsticks turning tofu. The soil that traditional livestock turned, compared with the steam engine, was like a woman's embroidery needle and a man fighting with a stick.

When the serfs who were operating the oxen on the side saw this scene, they stopped the oxen and let the ox rest and also let themselves be idle.

The huge fields plowed out by the huge efficiency of the agricultural machinery made these serfs feel that their work has become insignificant after comparing the small squares they plowed in the fields. Instead of continuing to work hard, it is better to just have a leisurely time and watch the fun, and then wait for this machine that will not lose weight or call you tired to "take off" the workload together.

The serfs looked at this super machine with a smile, talking about how relaxed their future life would be in chat, as if the hard work of farming in the future will always be away. The tone of the serfs when they talked about the future of agricultural mechanization was just like people talking about the beautiful life in the era of intelligent robots in the early 21st century, the serfs' chat was full of happiness.

However, the nobles on the ridges were discussing enthusiastically how much manpower can be reduced in the fields this year and how much cost can be reduced. Some nobles have ordered the butlers to contact the human traffickers and plan to build the manor more beautifully in the future. The mentality of the rural nobles is as wise as players who do not need farmers in the late stage of real-time strategy and start to spontaneously reduce the number of farmers. The nobles' plans are bright.

Binghe was holding a small notebook and counting at Chenjia on the side, saying, "Agricultural mechanization will inevitably lead to a large number of people being unemployed, and manpower will be cheap. Our factory must be prepared to expand and social education. By the way, Binghe looked at the excited nobles dozens of meters away and asked Chenjia, "What do you think they will be in the future?"

Chen Jia knew that Binghe was going to start teaching himself, showing that the child was asking for advice.

Binghe: "Agricultural mechanization will inevitably lead to a decrease in the cost of food production. The nobles in the north will transform under the power of interests in the next few years and reduce the cost of food production. However, they sell large quantities of grain, and there are not many grain buyers in the market. When supply exceeds demand, food will plummet.

We who master the factories will be the only buyers in the grain market. They will definitely want to maintain high prices for us in the future, but we can stuck them and steal their current grain profits from fertilizers and agricultural machinery."

Binghe drew a scissors on the notebook and glanced at the nobles and serfs. Binghe's eyes determined the future of these people.

Chen Jia showed a sudden look, then nodded and nodded.

Binghe patted Chenjia on the shoulder and said, "Of course, we are not trying to squeeze money. Our ultimate goal is to tie their interests together with us."

The future of serfs and pastoral aristocrats is recorded in today's plan book.

[At noon, at the banquet of the Gun Yan family, a large table was placed in the center, while other nobles stood around with wine glasses, waiting for Bing He to speak.]

Binghe spread out the map and said, "Everyone, according to my plan, I need to build a railway here. This railway will connect everyone's territory with the territory of my Gun Yan family, here."

Binghe pointed his hand at the city that was bordered by the Black Sea in the Gun Yan family territory.

Binghe said, "We will establish a grain exchange to facilitate all of us to trade grain."

Binghe briefly introduced his plan. By building exchanges, controlling industrial products and agricultural products, and swap raw materials and products. This way of establishing a financial center is to directly build a market price balance.

On this price balance, the price of industrial products of the Gun Flame Industry Alliance is raised, and the raw materials value of these pastoral nobles is lowered on the price balance.

And such an unfair scissors gap was a must for everyone to play in the industrial era.

[And the industrial age must require a financial center, because the financial center is essentially a reputation center. Bulk trade must require the credibility of the exchange to guarantee it.]

In the industrial age, wealth production was far greater than that in the agricultural era, and it was by no means comparable to the past markets. In the industrial age, it also represented the cooperation between a large number of industrial links. In cooperation in business, this requires a fair measure.

If there is not enough credibility, it means that the agricultural producer can give old grain, and the industrial supplier will not be punished for giving inferior agricultural machinery and fertilizers. This is a deadly risk in bulk transactions. A failure of a transaction is enough to break the capital chain of a certain producer and go bankrupt completely.

Financial centers rely on credibility, as long as they can guarantee credibility. Looking back on the history of the earth, before World War I, European shit sticks had limited global intervention capabilities, and their financial credibility had to rely on the natural preservation attributes of gold to establish a gold standard.

After World War II, the global intervention capabilities of the Liberty Beacon are first-class. It has demonstrated its Gulf military deployment capabilities and determination in the Middle East many times, so it can establish a global financial center based on national credibility.

This kind of credibility has been established since World War II, which has been the leader in the global science and technology war. It was unshakable before World War III.

Back in front of us, Binghe now has a certain reputational foundation, but it is still unable to support the operation of this capitalist means.

After the banquet, many nobles showed their intention to cooperate. However, after confirming that the Gun Flame Family was not a vassal for serving the Knights, only six of these little nobles signed a long-term cooperation contract with the Gun Flame Industry Alliance for economic interests.

After the banquet.
Chapter completed!