Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 247

Chapter 247 Junlin Rectification Plan

 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 must 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."

 Speaking, he patted his round belly.

 Eat, drink, sleep, and put on a lot of extra fat.

 “Hmm, you are right.”

Rhaegar ate heartily, echoing his father's words.

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, but he has also been scolded by the people at the bottom."

"What's this?"

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

 2. Junlin sewers are repaired and excavated to facilitate the discharge of sewage.

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."

 The first three articles deal with the sanitation issues in King's Landing, while the last two address the problem of refugees having insufficient food.

 Public toilet, an unfamiliar word.

 In the end, you have to hire dung diggers and dung trucks, which is a bottomless waste of money.

This was originally no problem.

 5. Select a piece of royal land, organize poor people to open up wasteland for farming, and receive royal subsidies and taxes.

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

His eyes fell on the last item, and he resisted from the bottom of his heart: "There is uncultivated wasteland in the royal territory, which can be distributed to refugees..."

 There are five suggestions in total.

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

 It's just that I ate so greasy early in the morning and drank wine three times a day, so I was a little worried about my father's stomach.

It is better to remove the problem than to block it. If you build public toilets and hire excrement workers, this problem will be solved.

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

 Listen, Viserys thinks it makes sense.

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

 Don't even think about it!

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

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

 Halfway through the meal, Rhaegar took out a list and handed it to his father who was full of food.

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

I heard that someone had a truckload of feces and urine poured on it last night, which makes my scalp numb just thinking about it.

 Father and son rarely get together, chatting while eating.

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

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

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

 The contents on it are:

There is a sewer in Junlin, but it has not been repaired for a long time and is basically blocked.

“Rhaegar, your plan is a bit taken for granted.”

 Viserys thought for a moment, and this is the reason.

This kind of work-for-relief approach can not only save a certain amount of expenses, but also help refugees, killing two birds with one stone.

 This is a public building that appeared in his dream, which is very suitable for today's King's Landing.

 There are corpses that starve to death and freeze to death every day in King's Landing.

Rhaegar pointed to the remaining two suggestions and thought deeply: "We can select the labor force from the flea nest to work. It is enough to take care of the food every day."

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

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

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

Whoever dares to defecate in the street will be punished reasonably.

Just one thing.

Rhaegar corrected: "The royal family provides tools and food for clearing wasteland, and the refugees become tenants directly under the royal family, and they only need to pay taxes every year."

 The relationship is not much different from the ordinary relationship between a lord and his subjects.

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

 Instead of sitting back and having nothing, it is better to use it to raise a group of tenants and collect taxes.

 With a large investment in the early stage and stable tax revenue in the later stage, it can still fill the national treasury.

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

 The overcrowded city of Junlin will be emptied out.

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

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

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

Rhaegar did not rush, filled his stomach, and left the palace silently.

 Father is the king, and it is up to him alone to decide whether to implement the new policy or not.

Rhaegar only offered his opinions and did not force them.

 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 woke up 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, stood up and called.

Crunch—

The door of the room 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.”

 Elic's expression remained unchanged and he respectfully stepped out of the door. Cole has been dismissed as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

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

  It's not certain that one of the brothers will be the new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard before long.

 Dungeon.

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

Elic holds a torch in one hand and leads the way.

Viserys followed behind him, his handkerchief held over his mouth and nose.

If he didn't want to meet his naughty brother, he would never set foot here.

 Walked deep into the dungeon to 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.

 It has been closed for too long, and I cannot 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, you regard me as a prison staff officer?”

Damon snorted coldly, but got up obediently, took the list and checked it.

Locked in a dungeon, he understood a path.

 People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

　　It was fun to tease Alisson about that stinky **** 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.

 Just lock your brother in a dungeon and use him when needed.

This feeling is really indescribably refreshing.

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

 After just two glances, he lost interest.

 They were all trivial things in his opinion.

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

 “How about what?”

Daemon drooped his head and spoke in a long voice.

 “The King's New Deal!”

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

Damen was stunned when he heard this, and said in shock: "You know?"

“Hmph, my brother is eating **** in the dungeon, do you think I don't know?”

Viserys was extremely sarcastic and said angrily: "No matter what Allison and you say, I am not allowed to agree, 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 something or not, I'll ask you another question!”

Viserys was losing patience.

Daemon 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, and it is your duty to do so.

But the stench of King's Landing is really pungent, and my boots will be 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 spoke truthfully: "Rhaegar's proposal."

 “Tsk, smart boy, 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 civilian riots.

Each generation of Targaryen kings had this idea.

 But it is undoubtedly difficult to achieve.

 After thinking about it, 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, a good candidate.”

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

 “Damon, watch your words.”

Viserys reminded, glaring.

Whether he likes it or not, Otto is his father-in-law.

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

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

Looking at him like a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, Viserys hated iron and said through gritted teeth: "Damon, don't you want to go out?"

 “How to get out as a sinner?”

Damon asked in return and covered his head with the quilt.

 “Hmph, think about it carefully.”

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

 After saying that, the guards in Yilik walked out of the dungeon.

 Listening to the footsteps that were getting further away, the wooden bed in the cell creaked twice.

Damon lifted the quilt, and his dull eyes gradually regained their brightness.

 Weimond's death brought too many variables.

 It may be a prelude to war, or it may be the beginning of House Velaryon's decline.

 As long as he has a suitable opportunity, he can get out of the cold and damp dungeon.

After figuring out the key, Damon closed his eyes and muttered to himself:

“Brother, you and I are connected by blood after all…”

 (End of this chapter)

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