The trading of heads and rolls is the most prosperous speculative business in Gevaudin at the moment.

The official name of the head ticket is. This name is too difficult to pronounce. No matter who hears it for the first time, the reaction is: "Huh? What?"

Therefore, on most occasions, people use its common name - head coupon.

There is no public exchange for head tickets, so there is no generally recognized real-time price.

But whether it is a physical head or a paper certificate, except for the fluctuation in price during the initial period of circulation, the price has generally increased in the remaining days, until today.

After the results of the "Battle of Blood and Mud" were reported back to Gévaudan, the fortunes of those speculators who immediately made the most of their fortunes and acquired the capital quadrupled or even tripled.

Businessmen who react more slowly and have a more conservative personality will not lose money even if they don't bet much.

A business that can only make big profits or small profits, and a business that is always increasing prices, even the most calm and restrained person will have greed deep in his heart.

For a time, the head coupons took over the living room, bedroom and kitchen of the Gevaudans.

In front of the fire, at the dining table, and on the bed, everyone from the wealthy merchants and gentry to the traders and servants was talking about the head coupons.

Talk about why the price of head coupons will increase, talk about how long the price of head coupons will increase, and talk about whether to buy some heads of coupons.

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Old Priskin's study.

"Tell the truth." Old Priskin knocked his pipe and asked slowly: "How many heads of tickets have you collected?"

"Not much," hummed little Priskin.

"How many?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, little Priskin said a number.

A big, big number.

Little Priskin shrank his neck, preparing to face his grandfather's thunderous wrath.

Unexpectedly, Old Priskin just filled his pipe and said flatly: "It's your ability to get this amount with that little money."

After saying that, Old Priskin motioned his grandson to sit down: "Tell me, tell me everything from beginning to end."...

A father may be strict with his son, but there is nothing he can do to his grandson.

Probably because there is often invisible competition between father and son, and after a generation there is only "little love" left.

When the younger Priskin was caught plotting a rebellion, the elder Priskin was so angry that he wanted to break his legs.

After a while, the old man's anger subsided, and little Priskin became his grandfather's precious grandson again, but he was not allowed to participate in the family business anymore.

Priskin & Co. did not spend much money on "prime capital speculation," but it was one of the first sellers to acquire the principal.

As early as when the good news came back to Gévaudin, old Priskin called his grandson into the study, gave the latter a small bag of gold coins, and asked him to buy some heads.

Little Priskin counted the money and looked confused: "Grandpa, is this all?"

"This is not a business." Old Priskin reminded his grandson: "Just expressing your attitude is enough."

"Oh." Little Priskin said reluctantly.

The reason why he didn't make a big bet was not because the old man didn't see the business opportunities, but because the Priskin family was one of the richest businessmen in Gevaudan and couldn't afford to take risks.

The old man had a clear mind: As long as the Blood Wolf fulfills its promise, the price of Hart's head will definitely rise to the sky; but if he wants to make money, he must lower the purchase price.

And "purchasing the first level at a low price" is a naked attempt to exploit those soldiers with military merit, which is tantamount to poaching the blood wolf's foundation.

If someone else was standing in front of the table, the old man would not say a word. But his biological grandson, the son of the late eldest son, had to teach him.

"You have also been on the city wall. How dangerous is the battle? You don't know. The arrows of the Hud barbarians can kill people in one go." Recalling the experience of defending the city, Old Priskin was also a little moved:

"A soldier has to risk his life to get a head, but you spend a few small coins to buy it easily. Is this fair? It's a small fight, and your tribune may just grit your teeth and bear it.

Sorry. If you go too far, the blood wolf will overturn the table! The knife is in his hand!"

Little Priskin said "Oh" and looked quite depressed.

There were only two people in the study, grandfather and grandson. Old Priskin asked: "Do you know why I don't let you do business again?"

Little Priskin's voice was so quiet that it was almost inaudible: "Because I got into big trouble."

Old Priskin asked again: "Do you think I'm punishing you?"

Little Priskin lowered his head and said nothing.

"Your father passed away early, and the person who loves you the most in the world is me. Why would I punish you in this way? Not allowing you to do business, letting you idle around, and eventually becoming a pig in captivity?" Old Priskin looked at Sun.

Son, the more he looked at him, the more he looked like his deceased eldest son: "Don't you understand yet? I won't let you do business anymore because I have a more suitable arrangement for you."

Little Priskin raised his head in confusion.

"Your uncle is timid and cautious by nature. If you leave Priskin's firm to him, it will not be defeated." Old Priskin sighed: "Don't you like to take risks? Like to gamble on luck? After thinking about it, it's another question.

This business is more suitable for you."

"What...what business?" Although little Priskin was reckless, he was not stupid. He quickly reacted: "Grandpa, are you asking me to go..."

Thinking of the sentence "Don't cry, laugh" burned into his mind, little Priskin shuddered subconsciously and refused with all his body language: "No, no, no, no... I won't go, just let me

Being a pig in captivity, I am willing to be a pig in captivity...or let me be an apprentice to my uncle, anything is fine..."

"You are right." Even if his grandson wants to become a pig in captivity, old Priskin cannot allow it: "I just want you to go to the tribune of Montagne."

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After receiving the errand from his grandfather, little Priskin began to wonder where and how to buy the head.

At that time, the siege of Gévaudan had just ended, and the heads of the Herd barbarians and the militiamen who defended the city of Gévaudan were also chopped off.

Some militiamen had brought their families with them and could not wait to exchange for land, so they wanted to sell their heads for emergencies;

There are also militias where many people share the same title. They don't know how to distribute the land in the future, so they simply exchange it for money.

There are many militiamen who are willing to sell their heads, but few are willing to buy them. There are two reasons:

First, no one knows whether Blood Wolf will keep its promise.

After all, "Before achieving the goal, you will be granted an official position and make a wish, and after achieving the goal, you will turn your back and deny the person" is the tradition of the gentlemen.

If the blood wolf turns his back and refuses to recognize anyone, then the head will just be a stinking, twisted head, not worth a single copper.

Secondly, even if the Blood Wolf fulfills its contract and fulfills its first-level meritorious service, when the new land reclamation army quells the rebellion, the land that was distributed will definitely be taken away, and it will still be in vain in the end.

Therefore, even if they smell business opportunities, most people still choose to wait and see. They are ready to make a move, but dare not act rashly.

However, for little Priskin, these two problems are not problems at all.

Little Priskin has met Blood Wolf, and although they don't get along well with each other, he is convinced that Blood Wolf will never break his oath easily.

In addition, little Priskin walked beside his grandfather and came into contact with a lot of "insider information."

For example: the decisive factor in the Battle of Blood and Mud was a hussar charge - but there were no hussars in Tiefeng County;

For example: Mrs. Ronald, who still lived in the garrison mansion, dismissed the cook and servants;

Another example: Grandpa is counting the number of goods backlogged by various merchants, and it looks like he wants to negotiate a big deal at once.

Various signs gave little Priskin a bold idea: Is it possible... is it possible that the New Reclamation Army intends to recruit the Blood Wolf rebels?

If so, then the problem is no longer a problem.

Little Priskin is also convinced that Blood Wolf will definitely add the requirement of "legalizing land granting" to the negotiation conditions.

That guy is that kind of person, cruel and violent, but he will never just wipe his ass and leave - little Priskin has this strong feeling.

The God-given opportunity was right in front of him. Little Priskin could not suppress his inner excitement and suddenly had endless energy.

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Gevaudan, goldsmith's workshop in Ire.

"Two to eighteen." Little Priskin grabbed Iler's arm and didn't let go.

"No, no, no, no." Yiler shook his head like a rattle: "It's impossible."

"Two to seventeen!" Priskin Jr. raised his voice.

Iler was helpless: "Master Priskin, you'd better go to another workshop and ask."

Little Priskin let go of his hand and slammed the table: "Then two to sixteen!"

"Now it's two to fifteen on the market." Yiler's expression was extremely sad.

"But I want to pay more!"

"That won't work either. I'll lose one for two. I can't do this business."

"The price of gold coins will definitely continue to rise, while silver coins are depreciating every moment, so there will be no way for you to redeem them."

Goldsmith Yiler sighed: "Then we have to check the quality of the gold coins first."

"Don't worry! Can I still lie to you?" Little Priskin happily took out the money bag he got from his grandfather: "They are all the best ducats."

"Master Priskin, it's because you said you wanted to redeem a lot at once that I reluctantly agreed to exchange two for sixteen." Yiler's face immediately turned down, and he weighed his wallet: "This can't be called 'a lot'

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To be continued...