On the days before setting out to explore the ruins, Tilly's greatest interest was to hang out slowly along the flat streets of the border town and observe this remote territory that had undergone amazing changes in the hands of Lord Roland.

This is a unique town. She thought to herself that the more carefully she observed, the stronger the feeling. It is completely different from anywhere she has been to... What impressed her the most is probably the unparalleled vitality that this town has shined.

Even the emerging sleeping island cannot be compared with what it thinks.

"Aren't these people afraid of being frozen?" Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, Andrea curiously said, "What benefits did your brother promise to make them willing to come out and work in the middle of winter?"

"It's still Zhongqiu," Ash spreads his hands, "You won't even be able to tell the seasons."

"But there is no difference from winter. This is an analogy. It often appears in "Her Dreams, His Country"," Andrea raised her long hair gracefully, "Of course, the barbarians won't understand."

"What your dream, my dream..."

"Look, it's hard for vulgar people who have never appreciated the drama to communicate. Lord Tilly must have watched this famous drama from the Kingdom of Morning."

"Don't fight," Sylvie sighed. "I think the reason is probably very simple. In winter, civilians are reluctant to move because they are expensive and cannot eat enough, and are prone to wind and cold infections. However, these problems do not exist in the town. The food prices here are not high, firewood is sufficient, and Miss Lily can cure wind and cold, so they can work hard against the cold wind and snowflakes and get an extra day of salary."

"I can understand that there is enough firewood. There are hidden forests on the west side, and there are many surrounding woods. The price of grain is not high... How is this possible?" Andrea asked in confusion. "My family has also participated in the sale of grain. For example, the production cuts and poor harvests caused by natural disasters, everyone will raise the price of grain very high. In such bad weather, it is impossible for nobles and merchants not to sell high prices, right?"

"Aristocrat? Merchant?" Sylvey laughed in silence, "There is only one person here to buy and sell food, and that is His Highness Roland."

"The farmland by the river is all his property?" Tilly frowned.

"No, that's all the serfs' own fields," she told what she saw here and what she heard and the scene at the harvest. "He set two prices of grain, one was the purchase price and the other was the sale price. Both prices were fixed, and the latter was higher than the former."

"Isn't this a forced buying and selling?" Ashing looked as expected, "He can sell at a high price, why don't others be allowed to sell at a high price?"

"It's different," Tilly pondered, "After the wheat is harvested, it needs to be threshed, ground, and stored. These are all costs and the price increases are very normal."

"Mr. Tilly said right. I only understood after asking the teacher Shuju," Silvey smiled. "She said that after collecting this extra fee, it can be paid to the employers who handle wheat, build new granaries, expand production scale, and provide new things for the town..." She thought for a while, "The job position, yes, that's what she said at the time. I heard that His Highness Roland cares about this very much."

"But he is still forcing a forced sale," Ash emphasized, "shouldn't trade be free?"

"Maybe it is, but the sale price set by Your Highness is not so high that everyone can't afford it. If this price can be kept fixed, the people will be more at ease."

"Sometimes, not everything is best for freedom," Tilly sighed. She had already roughly understood the purpose of Roland's approach. Forbidding other people in the territory to sell food seems domineering and unfair, but in fact, the hoarding can effectively prevent the surge in food in the shortage. If in the capital, such rare autumn snow falls, the price of food will inevitably rise to more than five or six times that of ordinary people. More than half of the civilians will go hungry because of insufficient food storage. Over time, it is easy to cause riots. In the end, the palace has to issue relief grain or dispatch guards to suppress it. In either case, it is a considerable burden on the treasury.

Although this policy seems good, it is not feasible everywhere. Most of the people who control the transaction of grain are nobles and wealthy merchants, who own a large number of serfs, fields, and the royal family cannot force the purchase of the grain they produce and prohibit them from hoarding food. However, in the border town, except for Roland Wimbledon himself, there are almost no noble families, and he is the only one who has the final say.

After Tilly expressed her opinion, Ashes were still a little angry, "What about those serfs? When the food prices rose, they might get more income, but in this way they were all exploited by fixed prices."

"Puff," Andrea sneered, "It seems that in a city of free trade, these people can escape exploitation. When the wheat is harvested, they not only have to pay more wheat, but even the little they keep will be suppressed to a very low price. When the harvest is bad, the part paid will be cut off, and whether the remaining bit can survive the famine is still a question. In contrast, fixed prices are more reasonable, as long as the crops are produced, the more income they will be."

"Here, they can choose not to do it," Silvi said, and the three of them were slightly stunned. "Your Highness said that after the output reaches a standard, all serfs can be promoted to free people. Whether to continue farming in the farmland or choose new jobs is up to their own will. However, free people only need to pay 20% of the food, and the salary is also considerable according to the purchase price at this year's bumper harvest."

"Jin...support?"

"Well, when His Highness preached, he also said that he would not have a single serf in the border town for two or three years."

So that's it, Tilly's heart was suddenly touched by something, which is why the town is full of vitality... When formulating policies, he actually took into account the people's ideas and added incentive systems to encourage them to do more and better. This is completely different from the practice of any noble lord. Inspiration is not only expressed in words, but in fact, giving up part of the interests and allowing the people to obtain through hard work, rather than holding these interests deep in the underground vault of the castle.

Only then did she truly understand the meaning of the red slogans by the riverside.

However, Roland Wimbledon was not a generous person when he was in the palace... So, this was also the change brought about by that sudden memory? The elementary nature and math content of the evening taught were fascinated by her.

Tilly thought that after reading all the books in the palace, it would be difficult to have anything to arouse her curiosity and interest, but now, she found that she still needs to learn a lot.

A feeling suddenly surged in her heart, even if she did nothing, she just stayed in a small town castle, flipped through the books that recorded magical knowledge, and watched the changes in the town at the same time.

Suddenly, a long bell came from the direction of the city wall, which was an alarm for the attack of the evil beast.

Tilly pressed these thoughts into her heart. Unfortunately, she is no longer the unrestrained Five Kings Girl, but the leader who shoulders the fate of the Sleeping Island Witch. Some things cannot be done willfully based on her own preferences. "Let's go to the city wall to take a look, maybe we can help the guards."

"Of course," Andrea smiled slightly, "this is the purpose of our coming here. Let them see how the witches fight."

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!