Suleiman listened in silence. In this case, Evelyn did the right thing. It is true that mobilization cannot be canceled, otherwise trouble will definitely occur.
He was somewhat immersed in the joy of external victory and everything going well, thinking that the bigger the refugees he brought back, the better, as they would be the future labor force and source of soldiers.
But they have ignored the most critical issue, which is the carrying capacity of the territory.
He took a deep breath and let the cold air from the valley flow into his lungs to keep his chaotic mind clear. It seemed that victory in the war was just the beginning.
How to digest these fruits of victory afterwards, convert them into territorial power, and how to manage this land and these large numbers of refugees are the more difficult wars.
The confusion in his eyes dissipated, and he became sharp and firm again. "I know and understand."
He turned to Bryn: "You go back to Lion's Den first."
"Pass my order to summon all core members, Evelyn, Olivier, and the three of you, to hold an emergency meeting in Lion's Den tonight."
After saying that, he stopped looking at anyone, got on his horse, and moved swiftly.
"Tell Evelyn!"
His voice was carried in the wind, and the war horse neighed and galloped away in the direction of Lion's Den.
"I'm back!"
In Lion's Den's Council Chamber, the air was stagnant, and everyone looked at their lord, Lord Suleiman.
Suleiman propped his forehead with his hands. The fatigue of the journey and the bad news that followed after returning made the joy that he had finally enjoyed disappear all of a sudden.
Olivier's skinny fingers ran across the densely packed numbers on his small book, and his voice was hoarse. "Sir Suleiman, even if we take back the excess land from the old territorial residents and re-measure and distribute it, there will still be 1,137 families who will not be able to get even a small piece of land."
But we can take back some land first and proceed.
Suleiman interrupted him, "I will not take back the land of the people who fought for me."
"All of them have meritorious service, even if a large part of them failed to capture the enemy's head."
Olivier sighed, knowing that Lord Suleiman would say this. He closed the small book and made a dull sound, "The refugee camp can no longer be crowded. People are crowded together like ants, eating, drinking and eating nearby. This is not just a land issue."
Evelyn took over and looked at Suleiman with her blue eyes full of worry. "It's a food problem."
"And security."
"The grain stored in the granary can last for half a month to a month at most. The amount of grain we consume every day is an astonishing amount. There is no return on expenditure, and it is still increasing."
"Theft happens every day. Last night, two refugees smashed each other's heads in with a stone for half a piece of black bread."
Roslyn, he has been staying in the territory to maintain order. He is deeply touched by this and has a solemn look on his face. "The old people are full of hostility towards the new arrivals. They complain that their living environment has been destroyed and that the new arrivals are a burden and will only create chaos and bloody events. They also robbed their homes in the villages under the High Mountains."
"And the newcomers' eyes are filled with confusion and despair."
Lushen sat aside and didn't speak. At this moment, he just snorted. His mind couldn't let him think too much.
Suleiman raised his head and glanced at everyone. He saw the anxiety in their eyes and felt the invisible pressure.
He stood up and walked to the huge map of his territory drawn by Evelyn hanging on the wall.
Suleiman spoke, his voice was not loud, but extremely clear. "We can't have refugees concentrated in one place."
"Keep the soldiers at war."
He clicked on the map with his finger, and drew his finger from Lion's Den in the center of the map to Kingsroad in the west.
"Six hundred people, build a town here."
His fingers moved towards the Green Fork shore in the west.
"Here, build another town and house 600 people."
Olivier's eyes brightened for a moment, and he started doing business in the town, but then dimmed again. "Sir, this can indeed divert the population."
"But"
"Building two new towns has no other purpose than consuming building materials, more expenses and support. The townspeople have no land to cultivate...::
Suleiman interrupted his words, and the corner of his mouth raised an arc that others could not understand. "It will be useful!"
"It's just that I can't see it yet."
"Right!"
"The remaining 600 people were divided into two groups of 300 people to raise rabbits."
Evelyn finally spoke, with confusion on her face. She didn't know Suleiman's previous plan. "Raise rabbits??"
Suleiman turned to face everyone. "On the road, Bryn and his brothers caught seventeen hares."
"Divide them into two groups, each with 300 people, and build two large Rabbit Farm."
"Rabbits reproduce and grow quickly. Their meat can be eaten and their fur can be sold."
He knew that rabbit meat could not become everyone's staple food, but in this mid-level world where meat was scarce, it was hard currency, and even nobles would buy it. He could sell the pickled rabbit meat to passing caravans, or even sell it to the common people of King's Landing at a low price.
The most important thing is that he must separate the refugees and find different ways of working for them so that they cannot continue to cause chaos.
Those rabbit skins and fur can be given to people in towns and cities to be processed for wages, and can be turned into warm gloves, hats, and can also become another export commodity.
Suleiman has some headaches, which cannot be completely offset. We must also find other self-sufficient ways to obtain output.
"We can't just think about consumption, we must make blood ourselves."
"Exhaust any means!!"
Suleiman's eyes finally fell on Olivier: "I need someone to buy food."
"And it's not just a little, the more the better, grain, chickens, ducks, livestock, seeds... everything we can buy with money."
Olivier didn't hesitate at all. He stood up and straightened his thin back. "Leave it to me, Master Suleiman. I know where to find the seller."
Lyman turned to the beautiful woman with blond hair who discredited herself. "Evelyn, no matter how much money it is, you are responsible for mobilizing funds to cooperate with him."
If it wasn't a last resort, Suleiman really didn't want to send people on a long journey. Westeros It was too scary to travel far, so he sent two people.
Bronn disappeared, and the financial officer Bana he sent out, the loyal Beggar, has not been heard from yet, and it is not known whether he is dead or alive, and what the situation is.
Olivier thought for a while, but he still had to say what he had not finished, and then said, "Sir Suleiman, the townspeople still have no land to cultivate and no output, and they are completely dependent on your support."
"And Rabbit Farm is unlikely to produce anything in the short term. Now every day in the territory is pure consumption."