Captain Morrow's visit blew a little fresh air into the stuffy office, but Bud still spent most of the day in the sea of ​​Wenshan.

It is no exaggeration to say that Bud saved the Iron Peak County Army logistics system that was about to fall into chaos.

As the Tiefeng County Army gradually formed formal cavalry, artillery, and engineering troops on the basis of infantry, the old system of "six-man resolution directly manages everything" became increasingly unable to do so.

Mason had to continue to expand the scale of the "General Command" and increase administrative personnel to maintain the daily operation of this army that also manages civil affairs.

As a result, the general command of the Tiefeng County Army became more and more like a messy study room, and all the items inside were arranged according to the principle of "the user is most comfortable to pick up".

When the user [Richard Mason] was in charge himself, the messy study room in the eyes of outsiders actually had a sense of familiarity for him, and the headquarters could naturally operate efficiently and smoothly.

But once they leave Mason's supervision - just like now - Winters and Mason each lead the troops to station in Maple Stone City and Artemis, the bottles and jars in the study will inevitably be broken.

As far as management is concerned, Winters is a decisive leader—any request for instructions placed on his desk will be promptly approved—but the premise is that there must be a desk in front of Winters.

That is, Winters will only work when he wants to work. Winters has always hated written work.

The bureaucratic system naturally disgusted with the inertia of asking questions, so the civilians brought to Vorne County chose to send all the documents that needed to be reviewed to Maple Stone City, and then waited for Mason to send back the documents with the approval.

The administrative efficiency of the General Command has dropped sharply to an unbearable level.

Fortunately, Bud's timely arrival changed everything. Now, even if Winters doesn't want to work, Bud will force him to sit behind his desk.

The bills, accounting and requests are no longer required to be sent to Maple Stone City, and then wait for Mason to send the replies back. Bard endlessly discussed the issue with Winters, exhausting Montanebao.

Unlike Winters, Bard is a diligent manager. Sometimes, "decision" requires the encouragement of "diligence".

...

After seeing Captain Morrow off, Bad returned to the office without stopping.

He took away the parchment paper covered on the desk and continued to draft a plan on "stripping off civilian power from the Military Resolution."

A short knock on the door sounded, and after obtaining permission, Angru walked into the room with a basket full of textbooks.

The two have been working together for a long time and there is no need to say anything. Angelu puts the documents into categories on Bud's desk, and Bud tacitly starts from the stack closest to his right.

But Angelu took out three letters from his arms: "You need to look at this first."

Bard rubbed his sore eyes and signaled the ponytail to sit down: "Whose letter? What's the matter? Tell me directly."

"These two letters are from Mr. Priskin and Mr. Shaosha." Angelou put the three letters on the table in turn: "The letter was sent in the name of the Revodan General Guild."

When Bud heard this, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Angelu stated concisely: "The contents of the three letters are roughly the same, and they are all asking whether they can exchange our 'golden tickets' in Artemis and Maple Stone City."

Bard reached out and picked up the letter and read it in a glance.

...

The industries under the name of Tiefeng County Army, whether they are mines, factories or refugee farms, can only provide physical resources and cannot create profits.

Due to the war, the tax base of Xinkendi provinces has shrunk significantly compared with the past. The Tiefeng County Army had to take the initiative to reduce taxes to give the people some breathing space.

Therefore, as of now, the main sources of income of the Tiefeng County Army are still "seizing spoils" and "selling spoils".

Among them, the largest income came from the "contribution" of the Terdun Department.

This led to the fact that although the Tiefeng County Army had a huge sum of money on its books, its holding form was gold, rather than silver for daily use.

It should be noted that in the markets in Xinkendi, not to mention gold, even large silver coins worth a lot are used. Most of the transactions between farmers are bartered. Even if you want to buy large items, you will pay with the accumulated small silver coins and silver slots.

Although each of the gold bars weighing one kilogram in the Tiefeng County Army warehouse is valuable, they are simply unusable.

In order to turn the gold bars into "money" that can be spent, the Tiefeng County Army and the merchants of Revodan, the owners of the manors and various guilds exchanged large amounts of gold and silver - using the gold bars to exchange the silver coins they held.

After arriving in Vorne County, the Iron Peak County Army conducted a semi-forced exchange of gold and silver with the merchants of Artemis.

However, compared to the fearless and uneasy businessman Artemis who took away the gold bars as soon as the transaction was completed, the people of Tiefeng County showed high trust in "Half Montane".

Even though the transaction had been completed, as long as the ticket was used to exchange gold bars, many Tiefeng County merchants were slow to take the gold from the Tiefeng County Army's warehouse.

Now, Bud finally understood why they did this.

...

"I'll take advantage!" Bard put the letter back on the table and asked with interest: "Is this a vault that does not charge custody fees and a bank that does not withdraw money?"

"Not only that." Angelou handed over several cashed notes: "This has happened more than once - it was clearly a 'gold ticket' issued to a certain business, but another business came to redeem it. Someone else asked if the large 'gold ticket' could be divided into smaller 'gold tickets' like cutting the flesh."

Bard listened attentively and encouraged the ponytail to speak his thoughts with his eyes.

Angelo grabbed her chin and concluded hesitantly: "I think... they seem to be using gold tickets as head coupons."

Bud checked the signature on the cash ticket and leaned into deep thought on his forehead. Angelo sat aside, fiddling with the corner of his clothes with a little uneasy.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's very interesting." After a moment, Bard smiled and nodded gently: "If this is the case, we may be able to take advantage of it."

Angelu finally grinned with confidence.

Bard put the letter paper and gold notes from Angru into a paper bag, carefully cut a piece of paper, wrote a few lines of words concisely, sprinkled with fine sand, patiently waited for the ink to be sucked dry, and then put the piece of paper into the bag: "This matter requires discussion with Ms. Navare, and send a group of messengers to send the letter back to Revodan."

He handed Angelo the paper bag: "The faster the better."

"Yes." Angelo smiled and raised his hand to salute, then turned and left.

The door was taken by Angelu, and Bud was the only one left in the office.

He stared at the proposal he was drafting about the split of military and civil affairs, and inadvertently glanced at the location where the gold tickets and letter paper were just placed on the table, then picked up the paper cutter, shook his head and cut the already written part down, and put it into the drawer.

When he did everything, the office door was knocked again.

After obtaining permission, Anglu leaned in: "The civilian official and the family of prisoners of war asked for a visit - this time it was guaranteed by Mr. Anwar Fajeka of Yenigan's Trading Company."

Upon hearing this, Bud took out a roster from another drawer. The hardcover of the roster was engraved with not the flying wing lion of the Tiefeng County Army, but the logo of the Xinken Land Legion, with the abbreviation of the Vorne County Territory under the logo.

"What's your last name?" Bud opened the roster.

"Maria Majiya." Angelu replied with a smile: "Majiya Parr."

...

Up the cramped stairs and squeezed through the corridor full of desks, Lao Ma Jiya and her youngest son came to the office that originally belonged to Major Shandell.

No one of the passers-by looked at them. Everyone was busy with what they were doing and ignored the two people who were out of place.

Lao Ma Jiya is unknown whether it is contempt or pity behind this indifference, perhaps both.

"Please come in."

The "rebel" officer who was about the same age as Raul opened the door for them, and the office of "Bad Guardian" appeared in front of Lao Majiya.

Compared with the cumbersome process of checking visitors' identities, the furnishings of the "Guomin Official" office are surprisingly simple.

The office was filled with the unique smell of fresh pine. In addition to the beautiful mahogany desk, the various decorations of Major Shandell were removed during his reign, and replaced by a filing cabinet covering all four walls.

The temporary filing cabinet is not even painted, and the nail head is barely leaking on the surface, without any aesthetics. But it is practical, sturdy, and contains a rough sense of power in the ordinary.

Lao Ma Jiya's heart was unconsciously sucked.

"Public Guardian" invited Ma Jiya and his son to sit down. Before the atmosphere became heavy, he took the initiative to ask: "You are here for this trip. Do you hope that I can release Ma Jiya Pal?"

During the conversation, the person who spoke first was often the more passive. Lao Ma Jiya thought the other party would give him a warning, but the attitude of "protecting the people" was particularly approachable.

However, when he heard the other party's straightforward questions, the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered. He held his knees and replied humbly: "Your Excellency, I hope to redeem Majiya Pal."

Sure enough, the other party neatly rejected Lao Ma Jiya's request: "I can't agree to you."

Lao Ma Jiya nodded respectfully.

"The gentlemen of Artemis said that we detain the appointed officers of Vorne County as hostages. Since you come to see me in person, I should also explain to you..." The Baomin official said in a surprising way: "Yes, they are hostages. Only when you take them as hostages will you come; only when you take them as hostages will you not run away."

Old Ma Jiya was lost for a moment, and his obedient disguise also fell off. He subconsciously frowned and looked at Baomin Guan in confusion.

Raul, who was sitting next to Lao Ma Jiya, could no longer suppress his anger, clenched his fists, and asked sarcastically: "The government army also took civilians as hostages?"

Baomin official looked at Xiao Ma Jiya with interest: "Isn't it a rebel?"

Raul's speech.

"Mr. Majiya, Mr. Majiya, of course we know how you view us." The lord of the polite civil servant stood up and walked to the filing cabinet on his right hand, and picked out a heavy book from the grid in the middle: "You regard us as floods, storms, droughts, you regard us as some kind of natural disaster, and you cannot resist it, but it will pass in the end. When everything returns to normal, you can live the way you used to again."

Raul was speechless, and Lao Ma Jiya was silent.

"It is precisely because of this." The official of the People's Republic of China gently put the book on the table, carefully opened the seal, and asked while turning the pages: "Mr. Ma Jiya, how many hectares of land do you have?"

"We..." Lao Ma Jiya carefully said the words: "It's just that I live a relatively rich life."

The official of the People found the answer in the book: "Mr. Majiya, the land registered in your name is 422 hectares, of which two-thirds are cultivated land, and the remaining one-third are mountainous land-including the forest above. In Oak Town, you are the richest manor."

"This is nothing." Lao Ma Jiya replied humbly: "In front of your authority."

"Compared with the vast new land, a mere 400 hectares are nothing; compared with the land that has been reclaimed, your estate is nothing." The civil servant held the statutes heavily: "But add up the land of you, your neighbors, your friends, and all of you, and you have possessed more than 70% of all the cultivated land in Vorne County."

The guru sent the book back to the archives, as if asking casually: "Don't you think it's interesting? Mr. Majiya, Tiefeng County is much poorer than Vonne, but the self-cultivated farmers and tenants in Vonne have less wealth than Ionne."

Lao Ma Jiya asked with difficulty: "I don't understand what you are talking about, Your Excellency."

"Don't think about what I'm talking about, tell me about you." Baomin official returned to his seat and opened another list: "Why do you want to donate to your son? Mr. Ma Jiya."

"Of course it's for being an official." Raul yelled in his heart. Majiya Raul was both angry and embarrassed when the scar was exposed in person, and Majiya couldn't speak.

The guru did not seem to want to waste time, so he gave the answer directly, and this answer was deeper than what Majiya and his son thought: "Because you are all political pariahs."
To be continued...