Chapter 339 What kind of jihad is it if it can’t raise money?
"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

The dense rain smelled heavy with grass, and the rapid knocks on the door seemed to want to smash it down.

"Who is it?" Grothien raised his head sleepily from the straw bed.

"Open the door quickly. It's me, your dearest and most handsome cousin, Parakhvli."

Cousin Palak? Why did he come to see me so early in the morning? Grosien stood up, propped up on the musty blanket.

Cousin Palak hadn't spoken to him for nearly a week, ever since he'd last bought jihad bonds.

"Open the door quickly!"

"Stop knocking, I'll open the door." Rubbing his eyelids, Grosien yawned and walked towards the door with heavy steps.

There was a heavy rainstorm last night. He was afraid that the water in the fish pond would overflow and the fish fry would escape from the creek, so he dug in the mud all night and went to bed in the early morning. Naturally, he was not in good spirits at the moment.

After lifting the bolt of the wooden door, before Grothien could open the door, Palak with a bruise on his forehead rushed over.

He held Grothien's face and kissed him hard on both cheeks.

"You are like an angel descended from heaven! Grothien!"

After kissing Grothien, Palak pushed him away and immediately started searching through the drawers and cabinets in the house.

"Palaq, what are you looking for? I just packed up, and I need to shave the fur and make leather later."

"Shave? What are you going to shave?" Palak searched everywhere but couldn't find anything, so he stood up and asked, "Where are the bonds from before?"

"Isn't that waste paper? What do you want it for?" Grothien complained as he took out a small box from the straw bed.

When the box was opened, a thick stack of bonds was lying quietly in the box.

After all, he had bought them at a high price, and even though they were waste paper, it would still be painful to throw them away, so Grosien preserved them intact and carefully.

The brand new bond even had a slight smell of ink due to the heavy humidity from the rain.

"Here, here you go. Didn't you want it before?"

The moment he saw the bonds, Palak pounced on them as if he had seen his father resurrected, even though his father was not dead yet.

Picking up the bond carefully, Palak kissed it madly: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, it is finally my turn to be the shop owner.

Oyo of the Groove, I'm going to shit twenty pounds in your oil can tonight!"

After working as a clerk for a sugar and oil shop owner for ten years, Palak was so happy that he cried tears of joy.

Grosien was puzzled by his cousin's strange behavior. What on earth happened? He suddenly ran in early in the morning and was looking for these bonds everywhere...

Wait, is he possessed by a demon? Grothien's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He walked along the wall, slowly approaching the corner, secretly picked up the wooden stick in the corner, and tiptoed behind Palak.

It is said that when a person is possessed by a demon, hitting the back of the head with a wooden stick can temporarily drive away the demon.

Having worked in the oil and sugar shop for many years, Palak has developed the ability to keep an eye on all directions and to listen carefully.

He saw Grothien's action at a glance and said unhappily, "What are you doing with the stick? When you know what happened, you will be crazier than me!"

"What happened?"

Palak smiled and waved the bonds: "Saint Jeanne, we have brought victory, our bonds are useful!"

Bonds, are they useful?

Grosien's breathing became rapid, and his eyes gradually widened: "Does this mean that these waste papers are valuable?" "Do you know how much it is? Guess?"

"Five hundred dinars?"

"wrong!"

"Five hundred dinars?"

"Wrong!" Palak couldn't help himself. "When I left Jeanne d'Arc, the estimated bid for this stack of coins in our hands was 1500 dinars, and it was even rising!"

"Gah—" Grosien's legs went weak and he was about to fall backwards.

Palak in front of him was quick-witted and grabbed Grosien's wrist, saying firmly: "Don't be defeated by the power of money, hehehe——"

Grosien looked at the bruise on Palak's forehead without saying a word, but he could not stand steadily. He took five or six steps back and sat down heavily on the bed.

1500 dinars was equivalent to 12 and a half gold pounds. Even if they did not pay taxes, they would not earn even one or two gold pounds after working for a year.

Here is a fortune that they could not earn in ten years.

This is a fortune that cannot be earned in ten years.

No wonder Palak went crazy, Grothien couldn't help but dance.

"Then when are we going to sell it?" Grosien asked impatiently.

Palak elbowed him in the chest and dodged his hand holding the bonds. "Sell it for dinars? Are you crazy? Why do we have to wait until the first bid?"

"Bidding?"

Seeing the clarity and stupidity in Grothien's eyes, Palak sighed and explained it to him in detail.

After capturing Heitao Town and the nearby Knights' Manor, the Salvation Army got nothing except the stale grain in the warehouse because the knights ran away with their money.

In order to guarantee the credit of the bonds and continue to issue more bonds to raise military funds, Horn ordered the liquidation of a number of assets and properties of the knights and the church as well as real estate that was poorly managed by the Salvation Army.

These real estate properties that were sold at one time included urban houses, country villas, shops, orchards, farm tools, livestock, etc.

All these assets were sold at a reduced price, and the real estate could only be purchased using Jihad bonds.

At that time, someone offered 10 dinars to buy a 50-dinar note that could have been purchased with 35 dinars.

"We can sell it for 1800 or 1900 dinars at most, but if we use it to buy real estate, it will be a solid 2500 dinars!"

"Hey, I found out that the big fish pond where we stole fish before, the one covering 12 acres, is also within the range, and the starting price is only 1000 dinars!"

Grosien was struck by lightning. He asked tremblingly, "The fish pond of the dean, the one where I worked as an assistant for three years?"

"Yeah!" Palak held up two fingers. "We have enough money now to buy two!"

"Holy Lord, Holy Lord." Grosien could no longer speak and could only repeat the word Holy Lord over and over again.

"So you're saying, let's go buy that big fish pond?"

"Of course!" Palak hugged the bonds to his chest, as if he saw a bright future. "Let's buy the fish pond first, and then exchange the remaining bonds for money to buy fish fry. Finally, in addition to the emergency funds, the remaining bonds will be exchanged for money to continue buying new bonds."

"We run the fish pond ourselves?" Grothien's heart was beating violently, and he hadn't yet switched back to the previous topic.

"Others may not know, but I do. Aren't your fish farming skills much better than those stinky monks?" Palak put the bonds into the box and said reluctantly, "If I give you this fish pond, we can earn several more 500 dinars next year.

I have thought it through. You take care of the breeding, I'll take care of the sales, and we'll hire a couple of helpers. Then we can have a taste of what it was like to be a priest again!"

(End of this chapter)