"They feed aging parents with great filial piety." - Pliny's "Natural History"'s evaluation of dormouses

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In the alley, Karabis stretched a wooden stick wrapped in cloth strips to the lamp in front of a family's door to lit it, and then illuminated the potholes. He took the little pigeon and Fan Lundena to take a shortcut and walked towards the apartment on the Qiukela Street. The two children's eyes were constantly flashed by fire, and graffiti on the wall lit up and disappeared into the darkness. The three of them were familiar with these paintings, some expressed love, some were political metaphors, and some criticized the enemy. The lines of the characters were all painted with white mud, while red paint was splashed on to express anger, passion and blood, which were particularly eye-catching under the fire, just like the tragedy just now.

"Will you hate me because of that incident with Porty, kids."

The little pigeon nodded, while Van Lundenna shook her head, Karabis smiled and squatted down to support the two children, "I know too, Porti won't hate me, but I will hate myself. I have been stirred into the muddy waters of Rome, and you and Porti are in danger at any time. In fact, Porti and I have been together for a long time. I know her. She is not a fool. She knows how to help me and the children seek profits. I wish I am still in the expeditionary army of Ponticabien, so that no one I love is dangerous, but when I returned to Rome, I couldn't help but feel a round of secret bloodshed. I

We had to unite and fight for a bloody path - Claudi was bought by me, and now he could more or less help me, and after he became a civil guard, his power could only cover the ten Roman areas around the city of Rome. And Porti was just outside the range. Don't worry about this madman; Claudi must fight Pompey and Cicero under my instigation, and these two people did not care about my family for the time being; Caesar was about to go to Lusitania, and Crassus - in order to avoid his hatred and revenge, I had to go to Sardinia to accomplish what he expected."

"You adoptive father, do you still want to marry that Sardinian widow?" Paruma asked very directly.

Karabis was silent, he stood up, held up the torch and continued to walk with his two children, and he also asked very directly, "Do you say you like Corinna or Van Lundingna?"

"If it's for getting close to my adoptive father and mother, of course it's Corinna. But if it's for myself, it's naturally still Van Lundena." Paruma looked up at the bearish torch and replied, while Van Lundena's face was not seen by the torch, and she couldn't see clearly.

"Paluma. You have to ask others if they want it, because it involves the most basic etiquette."

"I do." Van Lundinga's tone in the shadow was firm. "I'm willing to help the little pigeon, and I'm willing to help Karabis and my own family, just like the sacrifice Porty made for you."

"When I come back from Lusitania, you will get engaged. I will accompany you to Van Lundena's house with the betrothal gift." Karabis heard the sound of panic on the river warehouse, so he raised the torch up, "Go home quickly - you have to go to a new school tomorrow. The former teacher may not be able to recover in a short time, and his hand is completely cut off."

The next day, Karabis was at the river port on Ostia Street, "swept away" all the medium-sized merchant ships that he had always had a cooperative relationship with. Rome had no state-owned fleet, and all the merchant ships were owned by private people. Then, he ordered the river port warehouse to be closed for one month, and all employees paid the bills as "paid leave", but the foreman was strictly ordered to manage them well and not leave the city of Rome. Next, Karabis asked the sea boats to leave the estuary of the Tiber River and headed north along the coast; the small river boats followed the same direction as the Rhone: the destination, Etruscan.

He rode his own horse, and asked several close bookkeepers, secretary and gladiator bodyguards to take a carriage and set off at full speed with a large amount of funds: a vehicle that was braided with a cushion to reduce weight would take some courage to sit on.

On the road, Calabis saw many beautiful "Setfinistre" (large manors) standing under the hills, extending straight to the south to Naples and Campenia. The interior facilities of this manor are all available, and are complex and complex manors that can produce everything that the aristocratic manor needs to live. But for this reason, in order to satisfy the owner's luxurious life, in Calabis's eyes, most of the manors are high-end buildings such as nurseries, flowers, fish ponds, olive gardens, stables, etc. Many slaves and free people under the manor are transported with mule carts at the entrance of the manor and sent them to the city of Rome or nearby markets for sale, to earn a lot of money and support the owner's operation in politics.

Even many noble manors directly handed over the Sethfinister to the Knights for contracting, as long as a batch of high contract fees are delivered every year.

Stimulated by luxury goods and the luxury trend of Rome, the manor produced essential oils, fresh fish, flowers, and wine. However, the basic rations of Roman city: barley and wheat are mainly transported from farther regions, especially Egypt, Asia Minor, Sardinia and Africa.

Before leaving, Karabis told Kaimai to plant all the "Vera" (medium-sized and specialized farms) he bought from Etruscana. This is why he inquired that there is civil strife in Egypt now, and wheat yield must have been greatly affected; Asia Minor was previously half dead by the Mitradati War, and there is no need to rely on the restoration of production for three to five years; the wheat in Afilica's wheat tastes rough and low, and is affected by the risk of shipping by sea, and it is not cheap at all, which makes the municipal department responsible for distributing rations very troubled, because even the poorest citizens are not satisfied with the wheat from Afilica. They will use the bread made of this wheat as bricks, throw stones, and smash the officials responsible for rations to mock and protest.

There was originally a Sicily, but it was also severely damaged by the slave riots many years ago. Now food and self-sufficiency have become a problem.

Therefore, the grains of Sardinia became Tavera's only competition. He not only wanted to help Yulia, the young widow who lives on the island, but also made a lot of money from it.

At the intersection of the main road, Karabis and the bookkeepers re-verified some details, and then he boarded a specially hired fast paddle boat (the white sailing boat Karabiya is too slow), and drove towards Sardinia. All the sailors distributed twelve Seths and good drinks a day. You should know that on ordinary days, their salary is only three Seths a day, and the employer only requires one: full speed, and then full speed!

Time is money.
Chapter completed!