One plate of the main meal is a snail, the other is an apple olive salad, and the hand-catched rice. Habaruka and Yulia had a lot of fun. "Opherenou Manor is suitable for breeding snails and poultry, with tree-shades and streams, and is very suitable in all aspects. You should not invest your funds in the risky trade and lending industry. If your wheat and snails are well harvested, you only need to open the door to the manor by the season, and there will naturally be caravans to buy it. You can earn ten to twenty tarantes - Yulia in less than three years. Your heart is obviously more impatient than your mouth." During the meal, Karabis taught a lesson while eating.

The little widow Yulia has a not that bad temper. She is not as arrogant as Adiana, and she lowers her head and allows the man to scold her.

After drinking and eating, Karabis snapped his fingers, called Habaruka in front of him, took out the parchment roll, and quickly wrote a few lines on it with a pen and a charcoal ink cartridge hanging around his waist (the pen and charcoal ink cartridges with chains and hooks), and then instructed: "Can the money be settled in the luggage on the donkey's back? I will naturally not owe it after I come back."

"It takes less than three days, about two days." Habaruka quickly browsed the parchment roll, said confidently, and then kept the thing and walked towards the stables on the flower gallery.

"Hey, that's my slave." Yulia was dissatisfied at first. Now the other party's strength was like the male owner of the manor, which made her feel very uneasy.

"Is that right? But you asked him to do the stoopfish. The Phoenicians were born merchants and finances. Ms. Yulia, there is this proverb in the shopping malls of the Kingdom of Seris - no merchant is not full of treacherous and cunning. If you can't do it, let the ones do it. It's very simple." Karabis said with his finger crossed. "In the next two or three days, I may have to disturb your manor."

"Please, there is only a place to stay here." Yulia put on a knitted shirt, the one with "iron anchor" patterns on it, began to clean up her tableware.

The Oristano Plain is a picturesque place. It is far from the coast. The mountains are full of green trees and shrubs. The plains are fields that are endless. Karabis sits under the shade of shade. Fishing comfortably in front of the pool. In the distance, on the empty road, the actors dancing and dancing are turning bundles of hay into human form, preparing for a celebration of the harvest. The farmers and slaves are sweating profusely in the manor, harvesting large quantities of grain, and caravans are braved by the heat waves and dust to prepare for purchasing the grain output of the entire plain and transport it out of Sardinia for sale.

After all, Sardinia is the most famous for its grain output. Karabis in the shade. Seeing several merchants wearing special clothing in Campenia, shouting something in the crowd. He eagerly used bags of coins to settle accounts with the bookkeepers in the manor, he laughed because of course he knew that these merchants were the actors he asked Habaruka to hire from all over Sardinia. They performed very professionally. No wonder they wore masks when they came on stage!

"Roman City is definitely in short supply of wheat this year, so we came from Campenia and bought wheat from manors from various places at a price of 30% more than in previous years, hoping to sell it at a good price in Rome."

"You are on the island and probably don't understand the situation outside! Because of the war, it is difficult for Xiaoya and Egypt to transport wheat in this year. The best goods are all counting on Sardinia."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't harvested it. We can buy your wheat in advance. No matter whether it's sold or not, or whatever the risks are on the way, the price will never change."

"Etruscans and Campenia, Naples, and the estates are all planted with luxury crops. We cannot buy wheat there at all. You have to be polite to us. We have spent a lot of money just by coming here, let alone purchase and transport wheat to Rome."

Several "caravans" went back and forth on the island, and the entire island manor became lively. The owners or managers asked the slaves to pay attention to all the harvested wheat that had not been harvested. They hurriedly started processing and storage after harvesting. The unharvested mansions were sent to "protect" them, fearing that they would be robbed.

On the evening of the third day, when Karabis returned to the manor with fishing gear, the little widow was leaning against the door and asked him: "What's wrong here? Is it related to you?" Under the smoke and dust, caravans were surging like hornets. Many manor doors were crowded with people after nightfall. Negotiating signs were erected there, and the bookkeeping slaves kept pasting new copper chips. The panic and stimulation of the market had spread. Caravans and loan sharks across the island were taking action, rushing to buy wheat wildly, even if they had not been harvested and had not been out of the warehouse.

The caravans also offered prices to book, which was very similar to "futures" nature. The fleets of various ports on Sardinia have soared in the prices of manpower transportation, and many caravans have invested more than 50% or even twice the previous price, not including the efforts to transport these grains in the middle, but they are still gritting their teeth and being inspired by the illusory market in front of them. The current season is unlikely to come. As long as the grains are transported to the city of Rome, all the expenses are worth it.

The information reported by many caravans in the city of Rome did verify their judgment, and everything was right. It was reported that the Senate had begun to establish a grain allocation committee to raise grain in various places to deal with the chronic food shortage in the city that came with winter. Many years ago, it was Pompei who held this position. After spending a lot of effort to eliminate pirates along the coast, he tried his best to buy grain from various places and transported it into the city of Rome, which calmed down the price of high grain.

Looking at this crazy scene, Yulia covered her mouth in annoyance and said, "If I had known that I shouldn't have paid off the wheat, the wheat in the Opherano Manor was ripe so early that the ears of wheat were fuller."

"Don't think about wheat now. Habaruka has helped you invest in almost every ship in Sardinia. Then you will wait and collect the money." Karabis patted Yulia's shoulder, "Also, Opheruno will not plant wheat next year."

"Why?"

"Because most of the caravans in Sardinia will go bankrupt this year, and the estate will make more money than in previous years. You can divide your Vera into areas and hire people to cultivate carefully. I suggest you raise snails, honey, poppy, and flowers, which are fast and high-yield, at least for a few years."

Yulia nodded, then said to Karabis with dissatisfaction, "Why do I listen to you!"

"Because the money you invest in the fleet is mine!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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