Chapter 273 The Epic of Tunisia

Chapter 274 The Epic of Tunisia

Joseph waved the pamphlet towards Joey: "You don't have to worry about this, I believe the rumors will subside soon.

"By the way, your report also mentioned something about the Tunisian tribe?"

"Yes, Your Highness." When Joey heard the word "tribe", he showed a depressed look on his face, "Due to the last great uprising, various tribes in Tunisia sent some warriors, so they all claimed to be chasing The Praetorian Guards have their share of merit, and therefore believe that the government should give them preferential treatment...

"To put it simply, those large tribes are not very active in implementing government orders, and they even default on their taxes."

Joseph knew that what he said more euphemistically was that the indigenous tribes were disobedient and refused to pay taxes.

This is not surprising, let alone the 18th century. Even in Africa in the 21st century, there are still a large number of tribes operating independently, and the government is completely unable to manage them.

He asked Joey: "Approximately how many such tribes are there?"

"Well, there are at least hundreds of tribes..." He hesitated, but still told the truth, "In fact, there are only those small tribes with a few hundred people who are very cooperative with the government."

Joseph couldn't help but frown, it seemed that this was a common phenomenon. This trend must be stopped as soon as possible, otherwise the longer it is delayed, the more these tribes will become more stubborn after forming a habit.

Ishaq suggested from the side: "Your Highness, maybe we can select a few tribes with the most serious tax arrears and send troops to punish them."

Joseph shook his head. Right now, some people are engaged in a cognitive war against France. If we send troops to attack the indigenous tribes at this time, wouldn't this be helping the enemy?

Moreover, his main goal is to assimilate Tunisia, rather than simply treating it as a colony, so it is better to minimize conflicts.

He thought for a while, but couldn't think of any good solution for the time being. He sighed at the moment. He had to eat his food one bite at a time, so it was better to solve the easier cognitive battle first.

He immediately looked at Joey: "Please help me find the best writers in Tunisia. Well, find a few more."

"Okay, Your Highness. In fact, Mr. Hilada is a very good writer."

Joseph nodded. The last "Analysis of the Origin of Tunisia" was written by this person. He was an old acquaintance.

He then ordered: "In addition, please start preparing for the Tunisian competition of Star of France. Oh, you must have heard about Star of France, right?"

"I've heard that, Your Highness, I read the newspapers sent from Paris carefully every week. In fact, I am very concerned about this event. My two sons also participated, and the eldest brother also advanced to two rounds in the Berry District. wheel."

"That's great. If you have any questions about the details of the preparations, feel free to ask me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

At noon the next day, Hilada, who served as an internal affairs official in Tunisia City, and two other writers came to the villa where Joseph lived.

Shiralda had been to the Palace of Versailles. When he saw that the person in front of him was the Crown Prince, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute respectfully and said in standard French: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, your presence really makes the whole Tunisia happy." The city of West Asia is filled with brilliance, and the songs of angels ring in the ears of everyone in the city..."

Joseph thought that he was indeed a writer. This rainbow fart was like flowing water. He interrupted him with a smile and motioned to the carpet: "Please sit down."

After a few people sat upright on the wool carpet, Joseph brought coffee and got down to business: "Actually, I invite you here because I need you to help me write a great legend into a novel. , Hmm... Or you can write it as a historical paper."

Silada took out the pen and paper very skillfully and nodded seriously: "Please also tell us the general content of this legend."

Joseph had already sorted out his thoughts last night, and now he was talking eloquently: "A long time ago, there were various ethnic groups in the vast Eurasian continent, including French, Tunisian Arabs, Tunisian The Berbers, as well as the evil Ottomans and the cunning British...

"At that time, the Ottoman Archmage Soufan forged a magical bracelet called the 'Magic Ring', which was used to conquer the wealthy Roman Empire. However, because the power of the magic ring was too powerful, Soufan also Swallowed by it, the magic ring wanders in a corner of the continent...

"It wasn't until many years later that a Berber named Froi accidentally obtained the magic ring and learned that he must go to Constantinople and throw the magic ring into the volcano there to destroy it in order to save the Roman Empire... …

"The magic ring has the power of temptation, and only Froy can resist this power. With the assistance of countless brave French and Tunisian Arabs who are good at bows and arrows, he has repeatedly resolved the siege of the Ottomans and their British helpers..."

This story is so magnificent and magnificent, full of heroic romanticism, that Siralda and others forgot to record it.

Until dusk fell, when Joseph finally told that Froi had successfully destroyed the magic ring and that his friends had become the greatest heroes of the Roman Empire, several Tunisian writers burst into tears in unison: "Praise. Our great Rome!”

"As long as our fellow Romans unite together, we can defeat all evil!"

"It turns out that our ancestors still had such legendary experiences..."

Hilada caressed Joseph's chest very seriously: "Your Highness, I will definitely let this piece of history shine with its due glory again! Let the world sing the praises of this moving epic!"

He almost without hesitation defined the story Joseph told as history, regardless of the magic flying around in it. Perhaps this is the legendary convert fanaticism.

Several writers didn't even eat dinner, and started writing furiously on the second floor of the villa. In just three days, they wrote the masterpiece "The Ring King: Roman Raiders" with nearly 20,000 words.

Joseph took a rough look at the manuscript and had almost written half of the first part. Then he ordered Emang to send someone to give it to Joey and start printing it immediately.

Joey also acted very quickly. Only a day and a half later, the first batch of manuscripts were sent to all parts of Tunisia. At the same time, in order to spread the "epic" to illiterate Tunisians, he also ordered local officials to send people to read the manuscript on the streets.

Public opinion was unified almost instantly.

Almost everyone across Tunisia is discussing the adventures of Froi and his companions, proudly talking about the glory of their ancestors, recounting the thrills on the battlefield, and even starting to dress themselves up according to the characters in the book.

Anyone who dares to say something like "Tunisia has nothing to do with Rome" will immediately be beaten by passers-by - dare to deny that my ancestors were heroes who escorted the bracelets? Dare you deny that I am a descendant of the great Rome? If I don’t beat you, who will I beat?

As the follow-up "King of the Rings" continued to be published, Tunisian people began to whip and curse the villains Ottoman and Britain.

Subsequently, two British spies who fabricated rumors that "Tunisia has nothing to do with Rome" were uncovered. Tunisian, who had been hired by the two men to spread rumors, was inspired by his ancestor Froi and ran to surrender to the police without even asking for wages, and reported the two men.