The Mountain closed the door, returned, and stood beside Jenny like a wild beast and a little girl.
Jenny, where's your cat?
"My sister, Eleanor, likes it very much."
"You gave it to her?"
"You have too many things to do, and I can't just sit around pampering the cat, so I'll just give it to my mother and younger sister."
The Mountain looked at Jenny and spread his hands: "Jenny, I announced today's decree without consulting anyone. I hope you don't mind."
Jenny smiled slightly: "You've already done it, so naturally you're not afraid of me or my parents minding at all. You don't care about our reaction anyway."
"The war is about to break out, and I can't waste time discussing this with my parents who don't understand. If I tell them, they will definitely object, and things will fall apart. I'm not telling you to protect you, so that my parents won't think you know but didn't tell them, and that this will create a rift in the family. If Mom and Dad have any complaints, they can just vent them on me."
"Yes, I know. You didn't tell me because you felt sorry for me. Go to sleep."
"You go to sleep first, I have something very important to do."
Jenny sat on the bed, propped herself up with her hands, and looked up at the Mountain. She didn't ask a question, but the Mountain could tell from her expression that she was asking something.
"I'm going to talk to Spicy Mouth and Leonard about something."
Jenny looked at her questioningly and asked again, "Gold coins?"
The Mountain nodded; the couple had reached a point where Jenny could ask questions with her eyes and expressions, and the Mountain could interpret them perfectly.
Jenny spoke, her voice clear and captivating, especially by the bedside, her small red lips alluring: "Sir, do you really think the outbreak of war has been less than a year?"
"It's not what I think, it's a prophecy that my grandmother, the witch, saw."
"What if Grandmother is wrong?"
"Then we won't be beheaded by Duke Tywin for minting private coins."
Why are you so sure?
"Because Tywin already knows that the Lannisters are sitting on a bonfire, and he doesn't want his head to be chopped off, he naturally hopes even more that my head won't be chopped off either. I am a great sword for him to chop off other people's heads."
"Who wanted to cut off Tywin's head? And how did the Duke know he was sitting on a big fire? Was it Grandmother? What exactly did Grandmother say to Tywin those two days?"
"...Uh...a lot...so Lord Tywin decided to strike first...the seven hundred golden dragons he gave his grandmother weren't given away for nothing...Lord Tywin himself has confirmed that the prophecies his grandmother spoke of—are all true."
"Not seven hundred gold dragons, but a thousand gold dragons. Once Notebook Mark brings Littlefinger Petyr Baelish to the Westerlands, you'll have another three hundred gold dragons in your account."
"It wasn't me, it was my husband and I who received three hundred golden dragons."
"You're making money off the Duke through my maternal grandmother. Do you think the Duke knows or doesn't?"
"This is a foolish thing for us to think about. Every penny that Duke Tywin spends is carefully considered. He will only pay without hesitation if it is worth the money."
Jenny pondered for a moment, then gently tilted her head toward the door on the right, signaling that she was allowing the Mountain to leave.
The Mountain stepped forward and picked Jenny up, like an adult holding a little doll. He gently touched Jenny's face with his thick lips and then gently placed her on the bed: "Aren't you going to ask me why I bought milk in July and August? That was really a stupid thing to do."
"If you can handle money matters, then you're not foolish. Buying milk is buying the hearts of the people. You've already succeeded in winning their hearts today! You've done a great job, and the extra gold dragon you gave them is especially effective."
"My decree to buy up milk was indeed to win over the hearts of the people, but it was also so that we could make money."
"How can you make money if you buy milk and then pour it down the drain?"
"I never said I would buy milk at a third or a quarter below market price and dump it," Demon Mountain laughed.
"What else can we do with it if we don't throw it away?"
"Of course, we'll make all sorts of milk bread, milk pastries, milk cassava, and even milk noodles. These are all high-quality, high-energy foods. Besides supplying our soldiers, we can also sell them back to our people at several times the price we pay for milk. The profit from this back-and-forth will be considerable. I won't just buy milk from our own people; when the news gets out, I'll buy milk from people in other territories at one-fifth or one-tenth of the normal price—the more the better."
Jenny glanced at the Mountain: "What kind of heinous idea have you come up with this time?"
"It won't harm the environment or the land, and it's guaranteed to be a non-toxic and healthy food. But I need your help."
"Speak!" Jenny commanded. She then raised her head, her delicate chin facing the Mountain.
A woman is always relaxed and unrestrained in front of a man who truly loves her!
"Find me a glass tube, preferably the size of a finger, or have a custom-made glass tube with a small spherical bottom and a straight, hollow top."
"It needs to be sealed?"
"No, it's open, but it needs to have a rubber stopper that can seal it."
That's it?
"That's it!"
"This stuff can turn undrinkable milk into drinkable milk?"
"right!"
Jenny looked at him with disbelief, her head turned away from the Mountain, feigning a newfound understanding of him.
"I had a dream last night. In the dream, the Seven said to me, 'The Mountain, the Mountain, no, it's Sir Gregor, oh no, the Seven said Lord Gregor, we're going to tell you a way to cure the diseased milk.' I said, 'I'm a bad person, I won't listen, I won't listen! Please tell my Lady Jenny. She knows everything from astronomy to geography, and even knows about air. Go tell her.' The Seven said to me, 'Lord Gregor, we're going to tell you. You're responsible for telling Jenny. This is exactly how we're going to tell Jenny.'"
Jenny, who had been maintaining a serious demeanor, finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing: "Get lost!"
"Alright!" The Mountain shrugged, opened the door, went out, and gently closed it.
Mo Shan comes from Chinese civilization. He started studying at the age of six and studied for a total of sixteen years, which is half more than the ten years of hard study mentioned by the ancient Chinese. However, he has not completely forgotten the books he read, the history he learned, the chemistry experiments he conducted, and the physics formulas he memorized.
After all, they paid for the education.
If knowledge is a commodity and school is a supermarket, then both are commodities that have been purchased with real money and are now stored in one's memory as personal possessions.
Jenny walked over, opened the door, and saw the Mountain's tall figure turning and leaving down the corridor. On both sides of the corridor, several family guards saluted him.
Mo Shan stopped, nodded and smiled, and said a few words. The family guards were very excited.
In the hearts of the family guards, the Mountain, leading twenty-two of the still untrained Clegane cavalry, swept through the northern nobles in one night, capturing twenty-seven knights and bringing them bound, and cutting off Damon Marble's right hand in the Great Hall of The Rock. Every family soldier and guard in The Rock was impressed by the Mountain.
As for the Mountain's long-standing infamy, all the soldiers, guards, knights, servants, and even his mother in the entire city of Cliffrock chose to ignore it, as if the Mountain had always been a noble, upright, brave, and wise hero knight without any infamy.
Jenny gently closed the door, leaned against it, and fell into deep thought. Last night, when the two of them were being intimate, the Mountain jokingly told him that he wasn't from this world, and then she left a string of broken jade teeth marks on the Mountain's shoulder.
The Mountain asked her to prepare a glass tube, one end of which should be round and spherical, preferably the size of a finger, but it could be larger. This thing could turn undrinkable milk into drinkable milk.
What should we do then?
*
The Mountain arrived at the dungeons of Cliff Rock.
The prison doors opened immediately, and the guards were extremely respectful to the Mountain, their eyes shining with admiration. The captain of the guards and the guards were honored to be able to personally welcome Lord Mountain.
The Demon Mountain went in, and then a dozen or so jailers came out, guarding the dungeon entrance firmly under the captain's leadership, their hands on their sword hilts.
This was something that Leonard Westerling, the heir to Cliff Rock City who had entered earlier, had instructed them to do long ago.
Before the Mountain arrived, two other boys had already entered this dungeon on the Mountain's orders: one was Stinky Mouth, and the other was Leonard Westerling.