"There's more!" Little Priskin quickly took out a wooden box from his backpack.

When I opened the wooden box, I found gold and silver necklaces, earrings, buttons, knives and forks...

Yiler's face turned ugly: "Master Priskin, are you going to abscond?"

"Of course not." Seeing that goldsmith Yiler's face was so dark that he was about to drip with ink, little Priskin quickly calmed down the atmosphere: "Just give these gold and silverwares at a rate of 2 to 15."

"Two to fifteen?" A few dull hums came from the depths of Yiler's nose: "It takes fire to melt the utensils into coins."

"Then treat me as a pledge to you, and I will redeem it after a while." Little Priskin picked up his backpack and asked tentatively: "By the way, do you want to buy a sword? The best steel mouth, the relief is Weisinberg

The craftsmanship of a top-notch master craftsman...or do you know anyone who wants to buy a sword?"

…

Gevaudin, the house of the potter Megan.

A young man about the same age as little Priskin walked into the living room holding a clay pot: "What on earth do you want to do? Borrow money in such a hurry?"

"Don't worry about it." Little Priskin was already impatient with waiting: "I promise to pay you back."

The pottery pot was taken outside. Little Megan, the son of the pottery merchant and little Priskin's playmate since childhood, raised the gavel and stood there stupidly for a long time. Finally, she looked back with a sad face: "I can't do it.

"

"I'll do it." Little Priskin took the mallet and swung it hard, breaking the belly of the clay pot.

Silver coins flowed out with a "clatter".

…

Gevaudan, the home of builder Tom.

"Aunt!" Little Priskin pushed open the door and said, "Can you lend me some money?"

…

Recently, there has been an "exchange difference" in the value of Gevaudan's gold and silver coins.

2 gold plates or 12 silver plates can buy one malt of flour, but it takes 15 silver coins to exchange for 2 gold coins.

This is because the haze of the war has not yet dissipated, and people are generally more willing to collect gold that is conducive to preservation and has a stable currency value.

Little Priskin tried his best and finally obtained six thousand silver plates - silver coins minted by the Republic of Plato.

With this start-up capital, little Priskin did not directly use the money to buy his head. Instead, he first purchased a batch of flour at a low price from the Gevaudan grain merchant in the name of Priskin Trading Company.

He played a trick and first hired a few tramps to carry the heads of barbarians and sell them in the streets of the slums, shouting extremely low prices.

But no matter how low the price is set, residents in slums cannot afford it, let alone dare not buy it.

After successfully lowering the value of the head in people's minds, little Priskin began to trade flour for the head.

In the beginning, Priskin Jr. acquired the capital in Gevaudan.

But he soon discovered that because the Blood Wolf allocated military rations to supply civilians, the civilians of Gévaudan did not have a large demand for flour, unless they were families with many children.

The supplies most needed by the common people of Gévaudan are actually non-staple food, such as bacon and vegetables. Some people are even willing to exchange a head for a bottle of wine.

In contrast, those villages and towns that were more severely damaged by the war have a greater need for food, and the distribution is extremely balanced.

The grain cellars in some villages were so well stored that the Hurds gained nothing;

In some villages, all the grain stocks were looted, and farmers returned to their homes and had to flee again.

Little Priskin smelled an opportunity.

The civilians of Jevaudan are not short of food for the time being, but the army is very short of food. Because the army has to consider the future, not the present.

On the one hand, Little Priskin exchanged grain for horse corpses, used the trading company's convoy to bring back horse corpses in batches from the battlefield, and then exchanged the heads from the Gevaudan militia.

On the other hand, he spared no effort to hire people to promote the "uselessness theory of heads" in Gevaudan and tried his best to lower the purchase price of heads.

Things were going smoothly, but little Priskin soon discovered a problem: he had no money.

Buying food, sending carriages, hiring manpower, everything costs money.

The first-level collection has increased a bit, but the bottom of the money bag has also been reached. Because Little Priskin tried his best to lower the first-level price, the purchase price became lower day by day, and there was no channel to withdraw funds.

Logically speaking, things should end here.

But at this moment, other speculators entered the market.

From "dare not to buy" to "have the courage to buy", there are many reasons that affect the mentality of Gévaudan businessmen.

For example: the garrison office issued several announcements reaffirming the validity of the "Head-cutting Order".

Another example: Priskin Bank's massive acquisition of principals deeply stimulated speculators who were ready to take action.

Heads suddenly became a hot commodity in Gevaudin, and speculators with gold and silver in their possessions poured into the slums and military camps, pestering the militiamen in exchange for the twisted, green heads of the dead.

Little Megan came to find little Priskin: "You borrowed money from me to buy a head?"

"right"

"Then how much have you bought now?"

Little Priskin said a number.

Little Megan almost dropped her jaw: "This...you...then didn't you make a lot of money this time?"

Little Priskin was a little listless: "Maybe."

"Then can you pay me back the money first?" Little Megan asked pitifully.

"What? Are you in a hurry for money?" Little Priskin knew that his friend was not a jealous person.

"The price of first-grade heads has risen very high recently." Little Megan fidgeted with her fingers: "I also want to buy a few."

Little Priskin suddenly had an idea and took a breath: "I'm afraid I can't pay back the money. My money has all turned into heads and I have no cash."

"Oh." Little Megan was a little disappointed.

"But I still have a way."

"What?"

Little Priskin patted his good friend on the shoulder and said, "How about if I buy you a stake?"

…

Gevaudan, goldsmith's workshop in Ire.

"Mr. Iler!" Little Priskin pushed open the door: "Do you know what I did to change the money?"

…

Gevaudan, the home of builder Tom.

"Aunt!" Little Priskin ran into the house angrily: "Do you know what I borrowed the money for?"

…

Old Priskin's study.

Old Priskin had no criticism, no approval, and no surprise. He slowly smoked his pipe, and only after hearing this did he ask the first question: "Is this how you borrow the second capital?"

"I borrowed some, but not much." Little Priskin did not dare to show any pride.

"Keep going."

…

As more businessmen began to participate in this speculative business, the price of capital increased in Gevaudan.

It has become very difficult to exchange grain and non-staple food for heads as before, and the cost is also rising.

The idea of ​​Little Priskin's partners is to "sell the principal and then go to remote villages and towns to repurchase it. The principal outside Gevaudan should be very cheap, and they can make a profit on the price difference."

"It's okay to buy a head from a village or town, but it's not okay to sell a head." Little Priskin flatly refused: "The head is not a dead head, but a hundred acres of land. How much is a hundred acres of land worth? Now

How much does a first-grade head cost? The price of a first-grade head will definitely rise even higher in the future, and it would be a huge loss to sell it now!"

"Then what should we do?" Little Megan spread her hands: "We only have so little money."

"Maybe... there is another way."

…

Gevaudan, goldsmith's workshop in Ire.

There are three precious metal craftsmen in Gevaudan, and the other two have been invited to the workshop by Ile at this moment.

Precious metal craftsmen often make a little investment because they have a lot of gold and silver deposited by customers.

"Wait, what do you want to do?" A square-faced goldsmith asked with a frown.

Little Priskin repeated calmly: "Please join us."

"Buy shares?" Another long-faced silversmith glanced at Yiler: "What kind of shares?"

Little Priskin talked about his little business.

Of course, the goldsmiths and silversmiths also knew about the heads of the Hittites.
To be continued...