Chapter 247 Junlin Rectification Plan

He glanced at the dining table.

Beef stew, roasted lamb, cream cake...

There was also an uncorked bottle of red wine.

Rega moved his index fingers, picked up a piece of beef, and said vaguely: "Father, did you eat so richly early in the morning?"

"I am a king, so of course I have to satisfy my appetite."

Viserys took a sip of the wine and smiled: "The king's burden is very heavy. It's okay to indulge in this little thing."

As he spoke, he patted his round belly.

I can eat, drink, and sleep, and I have gained a lot of fat.

"Yeah, you have a point."

Rhaegar ate heartily, echoing his father's words.

You’re already a king, why don’t you eat something good?

It's just that eating so greasy early in the morning and drinking wine three times a day makes me a little worried about my father's stomach.

It was a rare time for father and son to get together and chat while eating.

Halfway through the meal, Rhaegar took out a list and handed it to his satiated father.

"What's this?"

Viserys leaned back in his chair, picked up the list and looked at it.

Rhaegar said: "Take a look first, this is the rectification plan I made for King's Landing."

Viserys glanced at his eldest son in surprise and looked seriously.

The contents on it are:

1. Remove rats and bedbugs from the Red Fort, and seal the entrances and exits of complex secret passages.

2. Junlin sewer repair and excavation to facilitate the discharge of sewage.

3. Divide areas, build public toilets, hire excrement workers and excrement trucks.

4. Check out flea nests, take in a group of orphans, women and children, and organize labor to participate in construction work.

5. Select a piece of royal territory, organize the poor to open up wasteland and farm, and receive royal subsidies and taxes.

There are five suggestions in total.

The first three deal with the health issues in King's Landing, while the last two deal with the problem of refugees not having enough to eat.

"Rhaegar, your plan is a bit taken for granted."

Viserys frowned, pointed to the first three items, and said with a complicated expression: "Otto has been cleaning up the streets of King's Landing. Not only has the effect been ineffective, he has also been scolded by the people at the bottom."

I heard that a truckload of shit and urine was poured over last night, which makes my scalp numb just thinking about it.

Rega had long expected that his father would object and said with a smile: "The focus is on sewers and building public toilets. With convenient places to drain sewage and use toilets, people don't have to dump their feces and urine on the street."

Public toilet, a strange word.

This is a public building that appears in his dream, and it is very suitable for King's Landing today.

Otto's execution failed, mostly due to the ban on people excreting in public and dumping feces and urine in the streets.

This was no problem.

But if the people don’t pour it into the streets, there will be no place to deal with it.

It is better to open up than blockage, build public toilets and hire excrement workers, this problem will be solved.

It sounds simple, but it is a proposal that transcends the times.

Listening, Viserys thought it made sense.

With public toilets, people have a place to relieve themselves.

Anyone who dares to defecate in the street will be punished reasonably.

Only one thing.

Viserys hesitated: "Repairing sewers, repairing public toilets, and hiring workers are not a small sum of money."

There is a sewer in King's Landing, but it has not been repaired for a long time and is basically blocked.

The same goes for building public toilets. Stones and wood cost money, and hiring craftsmen to build them also costs money.

Finally, we have to hire manure diggers and manure trucks, which is a bottomless waste of money.

Rega pointed to the remaining two suggestions and thought deeply: "We can select the labor force from Flea Bottom to work, and it is enough to take care of the food every day."

There are corpses dying of starvation and freezing every day in King's Landing.

This work-for-relief approach not only saves money, but also helps refugees, killing two birds with one stone.

Viserys thought for a moment, and that was the reason.

His eyes fell on the last item, and he resisted from the bottom of his heart: "The king's territory has uncultivated wasteland that can be distributed to refugees..."

Don’t even think about it!

"Instead of giving it to the refugees, we hire them to farm."

Rhaegar corrected: "The royal family will provide tools and food for land reclamation. The refugees will become tenants directly under the royal family, and they will only need to pay taxes every year."

The relationship between an ordinary lord and his subjects is not much different.

There are many wastelands in the royal territory, and even the royal forest is a treasure land of resources.

Rather than sit back and live in vain, it is better to use it to raise a group of tenants and collect taxes.

The initial investment is large and the tax revenue is stabilized in the later period, which can still fill the national treasury.

The most important thing is that it can clear out a large number of refugees from the flea nest.

Empty the overcrowded city of King's Landing.

Viserys fell into deep thought, considering the feasibility of the five plans.

The war on the Stone Step Islands cost a lot of money, and the construction of the prince's palace also cost a lot of money.

Add in the repair of sewers, building public toilets and reclaiming wasteland, and the state treasury will be tight no matter how full it is.

Rhaegar filled his stomach without urging and left the palace silently.

My father is the king, and he alone decides whether to implement the New Deal or not.

Rhaegar only gave his opinion and did not force it.

The Iron Throne will be his sooner or later, and it will not be too late to implement a new policy.

The top priority is to repair Harrenhal and build the dragon's nest.

…

dusk.

Viserys awoke from his thoughts, feeling dizzy.

Glancing at the dining table, the leftovers had already been taken away by the servants.

Rhaegar didn't know when he left.

"Ilic." Viserys rubbed his numb legs and stood up to call.

Crunch——

The door opened and Ilik stood up straight: "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Viserys folded the list, combed his hair, and said calmly: "Go to the dungeon, I want to see the white-eyed wolf."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Eric's expression remained unchanged and he respectfully stepped out of the door.

Cole has been removed from his position as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Elik and Alik rose straight up, one dedicated to guarding the king, and the other dedicated to guarding the queen.

It won't be long before one of the brothers will be appointed as the new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

…

dungeon.

The dark environment was filled with a foul smell, and the prisoners' wails could be heard from time to time in the prison.

Ilic held a torch in one hand and led the way.

Viserys followed behind, holding a handkerchief to his mouth and nose.

If he hadn't wanted to meet his naughty brother, he would never have set foot here.

Walking deep into the dungeon, you will find a familiar single room.

"Brother, what brings you here again?"

Damon sat drowsily on the wooden bed, the shackles on his hands and feet rattling.

I've been locked up for too long, and I can't tell the difference between day and night and time.

He was a little sleepy.

Viserys glanced at him with disgust, handed over the list of plans, and said, "Come and see if it's feasible."

"Hmph, do you think of me as a prison staff officer?"

Damon snorted, but got up obediently, took the list and looked at it.

While locked in the dungeon, he understood a path.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

It was great to tease Alisson about that stinky bitch last time, but the next day his food was mixed with shit.

After carrying it for three days, the prison food returned to normal.

Viserys was in good spirits and did not bother to argue with him.

But lock your brother in the dungeon and use it when needed.

This feeling is really indescribably refreshing.

Damon rolled his eyes and pretended to read: "Repair ditches, dig out manure..."

After just two glances, he lost interest.

It was all trivial things in his opinion.

After a long while, Viserys asked: "What do you think?"

"How about what?"

Damon drooped his head and spoke in a long voice.

"The King's New Deal!"

Viserys looked cold and warned: "Answer me honestly, otherwise you will be hungry for three days."

Damon was stunned when he heard this, and said in surprise: "You know?"

"Hmph, my brother is eating shit in the dungeon, do you think I won't know?"

Viserys was extremely sarcastic and said angrily: "No matter what Allison and you say, I am not allowed to agree to it, and don't provoke these crazy women."

"Oh, you don't know."

Damon breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and laughed.

"If you know whether you know or not, I'll ask you another question!"

Viserys was losing patience.

Damon shook the list and said with a slutty look: "Fortunately, the sewers in King's Landing should be opened, and it is also a good idea to build public toilets."

When he was the commander of the Capital Guard, his favorite and most annoying thing every day was patrolling the streets and alleys.

Catching criminals is certainly exciting, but doing the job is a must.

But the stench of King's Landing is really pungent, and my boots are filled with different kinds of feces and urine every day.

Viserys nodded with satisfaction and continued to ask: "The last two are hiring civilians and encouraging land reclamation."

"Who made this plan?"

Damon avoided answering and asked instead.

Viserys said truthfully, "Rhaegar's proposal."

"Tsk, you smart boy is full of possessiveness."

Damon lowered his head and smiled.

He saw the implications of the plan, clearing out the excess population in King's Landing and eliminating the possibility of civilians gathering to riot.

Every generation of Targaryen kings has had this idea.

But it is undoubtedly difficult to achieve.

After thinking for a while, Damon hit the iron railing with the back of his head and murmured: "The plan is feasible and perfect."

He rolled his eyes and said strangely: "Who will execute the plan?"

"Otto Hightower." Viserys said bluntly.

"Haha, good choice."

Damon chuckled, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said with a sneer: "This kind of hard work will lead to being scolded for giving birth to a son without an asshole. It is just suitable for Otto, an old bastard who can't give birth to a son."

"Damon, watch your words."

Viserys reminded, glaring.

Like it or not, Otto was his father-in-law.

"Tch, you asked, I'm going to go back to sleep."

Damon dismissed it, discarded the list, and lay down on the wooden bed.

Seeing that he was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, Viserys gritted his teeth and said, "Damon, don't you want to go out?"

"How to get out, as a sinner?"

Damon asked in return, covering his head with the quilt.

"Hmph, think about it carefully."

Viserys snorted coldly and left a message: "Weymond is dead."

After saying that, Ilic's escort walked out of the dungeon.

Listening to the distant footsteps, the wooden bed in the cell creaked twice.