Chapter 37 What I Say Is What I Say

John Paleoloeg is not a person who can control his emotions, especially not long ago when he heard from a senior official the previous battle plan for the Russo-Turkish war.

In fact, if it weren't for the death of many elders of the Paleoleg family at the hands of the Russian army, John would not have been able to attend this meeting.

John, who is nearly thirty years old, has never been the chosen successor of the Paleoleg family.

He has lived for so many years, but has never learned any political skills, does not understand industrial investment, let alone command operations.

For him, his eldest brother Andreas will always protect him. If he steals someone else's wife, the eldest brother will settle it; if he loses all his money in gambling and owes a huge debt, the eldest brother will pay it back for him without telling his parents; if he is criticized by the elders of the family, the eldest brother will defend him.

But when the Russian army broke through the city where the family was located, when the entire Paleoleg family was almost wiped out, when he realized that he would never get anyone else's protection.

John began to hate his own incompetence and his debauchery, why he stayed in Bucharest instead of dying with his tribe.

Although it has been a year since the war ended, Paleleg dreams about his dead brother and sister-in-law, his parents who were brutally murdered, and his niece who died at the hands of the Russian army almost every night.

He had the thought of committing suicide more than once, but he understood the heavy burden on him. Only he and some other branch members of the family were left in the family.

If he chooses to commit suicide like a coward, the Paleoleg family will end, and perhaps this is what the Sultan in front of him wants to see.

"Your Majesty, how do you plan to distribute the unclaimed land in the principalities of Moldavia and Wallachia?"

John asked Selim calmly. The blood feud between the tribesmen was still there, and the Paleoleg family was still very weak. He must not show any dissatisfaction with the Sultan at this time, and could only slowly accumulate strength.

John believed that one day, sooner or later, he would personally capture the Sultan and the damned Russians, and kill them in front of their clansmen's graves to appease their souls in heaven.

John's imagination is indeed very rich, although Selim couldn't hear the other person's self-pleasure at all.

"Good question, John, but I don't want to answer you now, so you should wait."

For some reason, Selim always felt guilty when he saw these Romanian nobles, which made him not want to answer the other party's questions.

But it seems that the Sultan only sent the "Ottoman Sword" led by Justinian to create a little obstacle for them. For example, he served as a guide for the Russians, identifying which house was more cost-effective to rob; leading the Russian army to copy the paths. , so as to intercept the Romanian nobles escaping in the direction of Bucharest.

"It doesn't matter, there are still people alive." Sudan comforted himself as always, and quickly forgot about the incident.

After all, he was the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. It was simply irresponsible to the people of the empire to worry about such trivial matters all day long.

"Your Majesty, your measures may be too arbitrary. Doing so will only lead to serious religious confrontation in Greece, which may not be conducive to your local rule.

And, Your Majesty, how are these landless Muslims going to live? "

Simon Ducasse couldn't help but ask.

There is no way, looking at Patriarch Nicholas like this, people are almost sitting in the wall, there is definitely no hope. As for the Grand Vizier and Grand Mufti, Simon is already in his forties and is not a fool.

"Well, that's right, Simon, I think at this time, the big families should voluntarily donate some land to these poor Muslims.

As for your losses, the land in Algeria is quite fertile. I think it is a more reasonable thing to use this as compensation. "

Selim pretended to think for a while and gave an answer that almost made Simon's jaw drop.

"Your Majesty, isn't this too..."

Simon no longer knew what to say. Before he came, many families in Greece had specifically told him about the land.

Everyone holds the idea that if they fight, they will definitely not be able to defeat the Sultan. After all, even the Janikli family will kill him without fail.

However, you can't rob it openly. Your Ottoman Empire is not the Roman Empire. Roman landowners can indeed open plantations in Algeria, but there is nothing you can do.

"Don't worry, Simon. The land in Algeria is very fertile. For many families, this is a sure-profit deal."

Selim didn’t think there was anything wrong with his words. Green Luo was also Luo. The Sultan of the Ottoman Empire also had the title of Roman Caesar. Although few countries would recognize it, this did not prevent Selim from enjoying himself. .

"Your Majesty, these families may need a land transfer fee. After all, the Russo-Turkish War brought a huge impact to the empire, and they still have not gotten out of the trough."

"It makes sense, Simon. Let's do this. The empire will use Algerian land as a mortgage. If the imperial government does not pay enough land transfer fees within 30 years, the Algerian land will belong to you. What do you think?"

Selim despised these damn Greek barbarians in his heart, and wanted to get money from the Sultan, but there was no way.

Simon Ducas stopped talking. He knew that if he continued to speak, it would have no effect. Perhaps resistance is the only way out for this family in Greece!

As for whether the other party will oppose or not, this is not within his scope of concern. I am not a Greek barbarian, I am a native Constantinian!

"Oh, by the way, Simon, the total amount of donated land should be 3 million acres. After all, Patriarch Nicholas has donated 1 million acres of land on behalf of the church. They can't donate too little."

Hearing the Sultan's words, Simon Ducas felt that he couldn't hold it back. He looked at Patriarch Nicholas and John Paleoleg beside him. However, the Patriarch did not feel ashamed at all, but looked at the two of them.

After a while, Simon and John both lost the battle. They moved their eyes away because of embarrassment. As for Patriarch Nicholas, he never felt this way from beginning to end.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will convey your will truthfully." Simon bowed.

"Your Majesty, can you announce your arrangements for these lands now?" John asked respectfully, with humility on his face.

Looking at this face, Selim finally remembered something. It seemed that the young man named Andreas had the same expression when he was brought to him after his legs were broken by Justinian, and his last name seemed to be Palaiologos.

Please add it to your collection and read it. Is it really useful for me to ask for the former every day?