Looking at this posture, Chris has obviously summoned most of the young adults in the territory, and just paying them a huge sum of money every day. Where did he get so many copper coins?
Brent was puzzled. Hope Town's tax revenue alone might not be able to support it for a few days, and that guy Chris would go bankrupt.
Saying goodbye to the two old men, Brent continued to move forward with his knights.
After walking for more than ten minutes, he saw a large area of built shacks and dozens of acres of green orchards. The trees were full of fruits, and the air was filled with the aroma of various fruits.
This place looked familiar. After thinking about it for a while, Brent remembered that this was the place where the armored giant crocodile was surrounded and suppressed.
What was once a barren field is now a thriving scene.
What made Brent a little strange was that the crocodile had already been killed by Chris, so why did he still need to dig two ditches leading from the lake?
Many young and middle-aged men and women worked hard. They carried a strange thing on their shoulders, picked up two buckets of water from the ditch, and poured it under the fruit trees.
What surprised Brent was that the faces of these people were all filled with happy smiles, as if every day in the future was full of hope.
No one was supervising behind them, but those people were never lazy.
Unlike in other territories, a special person is assigned to supervise the work of the citizens. Even if they are whipped with a whip, there are still many people who are cheating and pretending that they have no strength.
This small town of hope has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to when Brent came here half a year ago.
Brent stopped someone casually and asked, "Where are you, Lord Baron?"
The man pointed to a shack in the middle and said: "Over there"
Brent let go of his hand and walked towards the shack.
As soon as you enter, you feel a scorching heat wave coming over you, and you can smell a very strong smell of grapes on the tip of your nose.
At this moment, Chris was eating a ball of green paste liquid with a spoon, smashing it and saying: "It's a bit sweet, put less sugar next time, the taste may be better, these scrapped jams will be distributed to the recipients."
People."
Throughout the day, Chris has been studying the optimal ratio of sugar content in various jams.
Brent asked in confusion: "Chris, what are you busy with?"
Chris was a little surprised and stood up quickly: "Brother, why are you here?"
Brent said: "You didn't bring me the second-order magic core that day, and you didn't come to Mote City again in the past few days. You had nothing to do, so I came over to take a look. What are you tinkering with?"
"Oh, I forgot." Chris handed over a clean spoon, "This is called grape jam, do you want to try it?"
"Okay, I like to eat grapes the most." Brent took the spoon and scooped out a big spoonful on the jar of jam. After eating it, his eyes suddenly widened, "It's sour and sweet, this is too
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"Have you been busy making this stuff these days?" Brent took a few big bites and asked vaguely, "I remember there is no orchard in this territory. How did you cultivate it so quickly?"
Chris said: "I have a clever plan."
He did not reveal Linda's identity. She was a magician who could greatly increase the growth rate of plants. If his father knew about it, he would inevitably have the idea of poaching her.
After all, my father had coveted Long Xiao that day.
Chris took out the magic core of the armored giant crocodile from the space ring, and at the same time spread his hands and said: "Here, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
After Brent finished eating a large jar of grape jam, he took off the luxurious wallet he carried with him and poured out fifteen jingling gold coins.
After Chris took the gold coin, he weighed it twice and put it in the ring.
And Brent got the magic core he wanted as he wished.
"What kind of jam is this? Do you want to take it to Mott City and sell it?"
Chris nodded and said: "Of course, and this thing is easy to preserve and will become the second largest industry after ice cream."
"How much does one jar cost?" Brent asked. As the heir of the family, he sensed strong business opportunities.
"It's not sold on the forum." Chris shook his head, "When the time comes, I will go to Mott City to hire people to make sandwich bread."
He has already thought about it. A jar of jam can make a dozen sandwich breads, which will allow more people to eat this delicious food, which will help Chris gain more reputation.
"Shall we two brothers cooperate?" Brent said with piercing eyes, "You know, our Jordan family's business routes are all over the major cities nearby. When the time comes, we will definitely be able to sell this jam and make a lot of money!"
Chris asked: "How to divide it?"
"Seven or three open." Brent said.
Chris said angrily: "I hope the town can produce both technology and materials. Why is it only 70%?"
"Screw you!" Brent rolled his eyes and said, "70% of them are from the Jordan family. Do you think it is easy to open a trade route? There are many robbers along the way, which requires sending powerful knights to escort them.
Moreover, when passing through other noble territories, you have to pay tolls, and these costs are very high."
"It's not like you. With a little fruit and a few people hired, you can produce jam. There is almost no risk. Thirty percent is already a lot."
Chris stretched out his hand and spread his fingers: "50-50 split!"
"So there's nothing to talk about?" Brent said without interest, "Four or six at most."
"Deal!" Chris said quickly, "But there are conditions. First, the market in Mott City belongs to me, you can't steal it. Second, when selling jam, you must put my name on it as a label."
"No problem." Although he was confused as to why Chris made such a weird request, there was no loss in profit, so Brent agreed.
Chris is very happy to share part of the profits and let the Jordan family sell jam to other major cities and gain more reputation.
"Lord Baron, this is the improved pear jam according to your request." A citizen walked in holding a jar of white paste jam.
After Chris took it, he handed it directly to Brent and said, "Come on, brother, try other flavors."
"I never eat pears." Brent frowned.
"It's delicious." Chris said politely.
"No, no, no." Brent waved his hands repeatedly, "Even if I, Brent, starve to death, die outside, jump out of that lake, I will never eat your pear jam."