Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 20: Information about the Mercenary Market (Part 1)

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"Persian, shut up! When your wife and children went to camp again, I didn't treat them badly!" Melses said angrily.

"Melsis, you really just asked these dozen or so **** to pick up... to pick up...?" Christia blushed and asked seriously.

Mersis knew that this matter couldn’t be concealed. He had to say: “There are still some women. The soldiers who robbed them died in battle. Because of their influence, I think it’s easy to make money. After all, our food is given priority to the soldiers. They are also to survive..."

"Then why didn't you let them go?" Kristia asked questioningly.

"Let them go, where can they go? They have all left their hometown hundreds or thousands of miles away! They can't go back. Rather than being captured by the city-states and tribes along the way, they are also slaves. Keep staying in our barracks, at least you can live a little better..." Melses pretended to be sympathetic.

"These are all crimes committed by the soldiers!" Daves sighed, put his arms around the sad Christia, and said: "Melsis, you don't have to force them... In my opinion, we provide them with food for free, and when we find a place to stay in Great Greece, we will marry them to the soldiers...In the future, our soldiers will not looting, because we will no longer be hired. Bing!"

"Boss, you are so merciful!" Melses hurriedly praised and left quickly. He didn't want to face Christia's accusing eyes again.

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With the passage of time, the news from the west is worrying day by day, the camps of the Lucanians on the mountain pass in the west are expanding day by day, and Turi working on the Subari plain on the north bank of the Krati River The Iraqi people are becoming scarce...until a dozen days later, when Lucanians spies appeared on the outskirts of Turii, causing a panic among the people in the city, the generals of the town hall knew that the Lucanians’ offensive was coming, and they Must be prepared.

So Burkos, with a mission in mind, took a boat to the simple pier at the mouth of the Krati River to disembark (the bad habit of the Greeks, as long as they can go by boat, they will never walk).

Going ashore, Burkos found that this place was obviously more popular than the rest of the Shebari Plain. People in twos and threes walked on a rammed wide dirt road, and this road led to a large dirt fence.

"What's that?" Burcos asked Moras.

"This is the market built by the mercenaries I told you last time."

When Moras told him, he didn't care. At this moment, he was interested. Anyway, he had to pass through this market to get to the mercenary camp, and it would not take much time to go in and see.

Before we got to the gate of the bazaar, the boiling voice filled my ears. At the door stood two gorgeously dressed and pretty women, slender and slender. They knew they weren’t Greeks by looking at their faces, but the Greek words spoken were euphemistic and pleasant: "Dear guest, welcome! Are you here for the first time?"

Molas can't help but nodded again and again.

"If you are here to sell things, there is a wooden house after you enter the door, which is our market management room. You can find the person in charge inside to choose the booth for you, but it will cost a small fee."

"How much does it cost?" Burcos asked urgently.

"One opal a day."

The price is very cheap, but this group of mercenaries actually make money from Turye’s land! Burkos was a little angry.

"But now the stalls are full, you can only come back tomorrow."

This broken place is so popular! Burkos was taken aback, and tentatively said: "If I pay more, can I squeeze a stall out for me?"

"Dear guests, we charge this fee, not to make money, we are to maintain the order of this market, and the help provided to you has far exceeded the value of an opal, we just hope to share The owners can make good use of the value of the booth and earn far more than one opal every day!"

A modern person would feel very familiar with these words, but Burcos and Moras were completely stupid.

Just listen to the woman continue to say: "If you are here to buy something, there is a wooden sign hanging on the door of the market management room, which says a little bit of our market’s requirements for every customer. I hope you Able to comply. If you encounter fraud or disputes when buying and selling, you can go to the market management office for help, and they will help you with enthusiasm..."

Burkos and Moras are also well-informed, but at this moment they are a little dizzy by the woman's words. In the Greek city-states they have been to, they have never heard of such businessmen and The bazaar for the sake of customers, with strong curiosity, they came to the bazaar management office.

This is a simple wooden house with a large window facing the direction of the market. Several people sitting at the window are politely approaching customers to answer questions.

"Hello! Is there any problem we need to solve?" A dark-skinned and thin Egyptian asked politely to Moras, who was looking into the room through the window.

Molas was about to perfuse a few words, someone in the room shouted: "Master Burkes, welcome!" A middle-aged man with brown hair, long beard and golden nose opened the door and welcomed him warmly. Come up.

"Are you?" Burkos looked familiar to him.

"The business officer under the leader of Davos, my name is Maliji." Maliji unhumbly put Daves's promise of his official position to himself.

Burkos did not pay attention to what he said. He first corrected him and said: "No! Please don't call me an adult! I'm just an ordinary citizen of Tury." Then, he asked curiously: "You are Persia. People?"

"Yes." Not only did Mariji not shy away from him, he was a little bit complacent.

"You have people of all races here!" Burkos sighed and said, then pointed to the things placed on the "window" and asked curiously: "These weighing devices are here. What is it for?"

"If a customer feels that the amount of things he bought is not enough, such as olive oil and sea fish... etc., he can take them here and weigh them. Once they find that it is true, the manager will find the buyer. If he is punished, the serious ones will cancel his booth and no longer allow him to enter the market."

"Well, yes, very thoughtful. Have you ever had such a thing?" Burcos said lightly. Although he felt that mercenaries did not have the right to punish anyone on Turrii’s land, he thought it was best to talk to their leader for such matters.

"Only once, after being punished, nothing like this happened again." Mariji looked at him and said carefully.

"You wrote on this board, "No spitting or littering, buyers must keep the stalls clean and tidy." Why should I emphasize this? All the markets in the city-states I've been to do not have such requirements. Including Agora in Athens!" This is where Burkos is most interested.

"This is the suggestion of Chief Davers. He said,'The market is a place where people are crowded, and it is also a place where **** and sewage are rampant. Too much **** is not only stinking and uncomfortable, but also The arrival of a large number of flies and mosquitoes will affect everyone's mood in buying and selling things, and most importantly, it will cause the occurrence of epidemics!'" Mariji said cautiously.

"Is it so serious?!" Burkos was a little surprised.

"The leader is the favored one of Hades. Of course, his words should not be ignored! We not only remind customers, we also have ten slaves who clean the whole market uninterruptedly. I can say that our market is rudimentary. In terms of cleanliness, the market is cleaner than any city! It took so much sweat and hard work, that's why we charge such a small fee." Mariji made a calm explanation for himself here.

Burkos sniffed the still fresh air, looked down at the flat ground, thoughtfully.