"Alas, lament, all who have a ship in the sea have made their own wealth because of her treasures, but she has turned into ruins in a moment." - Revelation's narrative about the fall of Babylon City

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In the past few days, the port of Cagliari in Sardinia was so busy that it was flying. Vessels of all sizes raised their sails and paddled around the sea, and overloaded ships kept tilting and stranding beside the trestle, but merchants were still jumping and asking workers to load more food there in exchange for balance.

The owner of the fleet smiled and began to squeeze out more intermediate interests. They marked the cabins with different levels, whether they were loading people or food, charge different prices.

The owners of the manor laughed, they dumped wheat at a price twice or even three times higher than in previous years, and they did not have to be responsible for transportation and sales. Anyway, the merchants placed their money and goods directly in the manor and then pulled away the wheat directly. Is there anything more relaxed and comfortable than this? Many owners of the manor whose wealth suddenly expanded were considering buying villas and apartments in Cagliari. They need to paint landscape paintings in the houses of the future, build fireplaces, and dress them with flowers all year round, and put a lot of poppy seeds, honey wine and other things in front of the altar of the ancestors and gods, so that they can supervise slave work in the countryside manors during the busy farming season, and in the slack season they take their families and senior slaves to stay in the city, where there are a variety of entertainment and social activities.

But a few days later, the merchants who were most eager to laugh could not laugh. Their original plan was to unload the wheat at the port and dock near the city of Rome and enter the warehouse. Waiting for the Senate to send specialists to buy them at a high price. Anyway, the treasury is now very full of accounts due to the Mitradati War. It can also save a lot of travel expenses directly to the acquisition specialist in the surrounding areas.

However, when they landed the fleet in Ostia on the Tyrrhenian side of the Sea (Ostia Street leads to this harbor), Adia, Avennium and even Salini, further away, they found that they had already built a huge fleet from north to south. They concentrated in these areas and sold grain at a much cheaper price than them. When many local small caravans received this grain, they frantically reselled to the city of Rome, and the commissioners of the Senate did not even see a shadow - the cost of their journey was also very precious.

“It’s wheat from the Etruscan region!”

Before Katilin's death, Karabis and a group of knights and free people of the Chamber of Commerce began to establish an "economic community" here. Of course, Crassus, a big funder, supported them. They mined local iron ore, or directly bought a large number of excellent-quality iron farm tools, utensils, and shared fertilizers, roads, and transport ships and vehicles. When it was still a group of people who rushed to Sardinia, they quickly moved south with the wheat they harvested from collectively. They did not go to Rome first, but directly "intercepted" Sardinian caravans in these areas.

Sure enough, these caravans from Sardinia were panicked. Some people were determined to burn their boats and turn large ships into small boats. They hired a lot of manpower to transport grain along the Tiber River to Rome. However, the river is famous for insufficient capacity and insufficient docking ports. There is only a region that can carry large-scale transportation. The "Carabis River Warehouse" converted from the ruins of the original Varin Apartment was also magically empty. No one loaded and unloaded goods there. Moreover, regardless of the operation of the warehouse and the crane, only the words "Paluma Welcome" on the lighthouse were still shining brightly.

At the same time, Etruscan high-quality wheat that poured in from all cities gates quickly occupied the market in the city, just as the Sardinian caravans were crying and tears. The specialists appeared at this time, but they were obviously not interested in the Sardinian wheat that had soared after sea transportation and futures purchases. They were too lazy to touch the clay pots marked there.

There was less than one market day, Sardinian wheat fell sharply, and many caravans could only sell ships of food in Ostia, Adia at a very low price. Some of them did not believe in evil and drove ships to sell little by little in the harbor along the coast. Not long after, there were merchants who could not afford the ship money, and were thrown into the sea by angry sailors. Of course, the main force of those who concentrated on purchasing Sardinian wheat was still Etruscan merchants, who were not short of that money now - the grain reserves in Rome were saturated and the price was fair. The fathers of the Senate were all very satisfied and were ready to sign a long-term grain contract with the Vila Farm in the area.

As for the batch of Sardinian wheat that was forced to sell at a price of jumping off the property, it was transported to the granaries of Port Brindisi by Karabis's accomplices. They spent several times more than this batch of cheap wheat to build a large-scale construction in the harbor, but not the Colosseum and theatre, but warehouses with complete facilities.

Because Pompey was about to land here with ten legions of veterans. In the non-military range of Rome, no army was allowed to cross the Rubicon River in the north, and in the south, the Port of Brindisi, but the 60,000 to 100,000 soldiers were not mercury, and they would not have any trace when they got ashore. They would stay in this harbor waiting for land resettlement and pension, and most of the food, drink, defecation and urination were responsible for the state.

At that time, there was another big wave of dumping, and it was cheap dumping. Calabis had long calculated that in the ancient Roman Mediterranean world, a vehicle with an average carrying capacity, filled with wheat, would increase by 100 Stadea for every extra trip. And a car like me who had the information stored in advance and had a price of even half of the other party's, would make a big profit.

Humph, how can those expensive grains shipped from other places be compared to me, using Etruscan wheat to squeeze out Sardinian things, and then using Sardinian wheat to squeeze out those elsewhere!

When autumn comes, everything has returned in the Opherun Manor these days, stairs, bronze utensils, furniture, carpets, murals, wine utensils, and slaves and farmers have also flowed back one after another. Karabis sat comfortably on the stone chair in the flower corridor, drinking mint water for cooling off. The manor is good, the wind is sunny, and it rains only when it should rain. He also wants to be adjacent to the lake or sea water in a certain area, and the purchase is similar, but now is not the time to retreat. He and Habaruka are supervising

Then, the craftsman was subdividing the fields, sowing thyme, poppy, clover and bee flowers at the intervals, and building beehouses and beehives around the courtyard and manor. On the other side of Habaruka, the pottery urns for breeding snails were laid out, which were made of wheat flour and grape juice, and they were freely placed under the shadow of the stream and trees. The snails liked such humid environments. Not only were fish species in the pond, but fat geese were also stocked. When they matured, they kept filling their mouths with food and wine, and then sold their most delicious liver at a high price.

The little widow Yulia was in a good mood, but it was not good either. She felt that the man had returned the manor and took it away. While wiping the furniture and utensils, she suddenly saw a toga robe left by his father in the clothes box, the black and blue guy wool, a must-have etiquette clothes for Roman men, as important as the suits now.

She put the folded robe on the carpet and stroked the fine folds on it. Thinking of his father's aristocratic status by his grandfather, he still left the robe in Opherunu, and of course he threw her away with his family, left the island of Little Arod, and finally died in the war.

Under the window under the half-vaulted roof of the building, Yulia held up her robe and looked at Karabis who was domineering under the flower gallery, and felt a little confused. You know, Habaruka's return on investment in the fleet, and she immediately recorded more than a dozen Tarants, but Karabis looked dissatisfied. He destroyed most of the caravans on the island and was still planning the future blueprint for the Opherun Manor. Habaruka listened to him, and the new craftsmen, farmers, slaves and even cooks in the manor began to listen to him. This feeling of scattering the host is really a bit annoying!
Chapter completed!