It’s not that Brent doesn’t really like pears, it’s just that a pear core stuck in his throat when he was a child, so he has a psychological shadow.
Chris asked his men to bring over the other two kinds of applesauce and sweet orange jam.
Even though he was full, Brent still took a few big bites and contributed two reputation points.
"I am very confident in our business now, burp~" Even nobles like him who are used to eating delicious food like to eat it, let alone the common people?
"Chris, take me to your orchard." Brent rubbed his round belly and said.
"Okay, please come with me." Chris led Brent to the door and walked towards the orchard.
The two of them walked into a pear forest first.
The more Brent looked at them, the more frightened he became. These fruit branches were lush and leafy, and the fruits they produced were so full that it was almost impossible to see any bad fruits.
Isn’t this incredible?
You should know that at least one-fifth of the fruit trees in other territories have rotten fruits or have been damaged by birds.
Why does Chris take care of the orchard so well?
Brent was puzzled.
With doubts, he looked around the entire orchard and found that no matter what kind of fruit trees they were, they all grew very well.
The two of them strolled to the dug ditch. Just as Brent was about to ask, his pupils suddenly shrank and he looked straight into the water.
Chris followed his line of sight and saw a twenty-centimeter-long small crocodile lying on the bottom of the water. It looked exactly like a miniature version of the armored giant crocodile.
Brent thought he was dazzled and quickly rubbed his eyes, but found that the little crocodile did not disappear, but another one swam from the lake.
"Here, what's going on?" Brent pointed to the water and opened his mouth in surprise.
Chris smiled and said: "I forgot to tell you, there is not only one armored giant crocodile in this lake, but two, exactly one male and one female, and they have laid more than a dozen eggs, which have just hatched in the past two days.
"
"Then, are you going to raise these little crocodiles?"
"Of course." Chris nodded, "After we raise them, let them continue to lay eggs. Perhaps in the near future, this place will become a breeding base for giant iron-clad crocodiles, producing a steady stream of crocodile farts and magic cores."
Brent was shocked by Chris's ambition. Who dares to breed second-level monsters on a large scale?
If you are not careful, you may let these cold-blooded guys escape, causing a lot of losses and casualties.
But if you think about it carefully, the benefits contained in it are very huge.
A piece of crocodile skin can be sold for twelve gold coins, and the magic core is even fifteen gold coins. This is a friendly price between the two brothers. If taken outside, these two items can be sold for at least thirty gold coins.
What if there are ten crocodiles? What about twenty?
And these are almost zero cost.
The armored giant crocodile can hunt freely in such a large lake.
Thinking of this, Brent's eyes were very hot. Just as he was about to speak, Chris raised his hand to stop him.
"Brother, if you want to discuss this business with me, then don't discuss it." Chris refused without thinking.
This giant iron-clad crocodile has strategic significance. He wants to use crocodile skin to make armor to arm a team of knights belonging to him, and use magic core to assist the knights in training to prepare for the war with the Edmund Association a year later.
For this reason, Chris even used his own blood to feed these baby crocodiles to speed up their growth.
Brent couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Such a golden mountain was right in front of him, but he couldn't eat it.
However, he still said reluctantly: "If you want to sell it to others, please give me priority. The price will be based on the market price."
Although Brent already has a set of crocodile leather armor, damage will inevitably occur during the battle, so he stores two more sets in case of emergency.
"Let's talk about it then." Chris looked into the ditch and saw that all fifteen crocodiles had swam over and were wandering around.
Chris took out Dragon Roar and cut his palm. The bright red blood dripped into the water and bloomed like a rose.
With his current physical condition, bloodletting every day will not have much impact.
Those little crocodiles opened their mouths one by one, and it didn't take long to eat all the blood floating in the water.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Brent clearly felt that the bodies of these little crocodiles had grown a bit larger.
There was a "swishing" sound from the lake in the distance, and a giant armored crocodile swam over and lingered on the shore.
Brent also finally knew why these two ditches were dug. It was for the safety of the people in the territory.
After all, there is such a big crocodile in the lake, who dares to carry water?
"So, you spared that female crocodile?" Brent's eyes flashed slightly. Judging from its size, he should be able to deal with it.
"Of course." Chris said naturally, "I'm still waiting for it to lay more crocodile eggs for me in the future?"
"You are really brave." Brent took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to catch the female crocodile.
If it were him, he would never dare to breed second-level monsters like Chris.
Chris threw a stone into the ditch. The little crocodiles were frightened and swam frantically into the lake, disappearing in a flash.
In the distance, the giant iron-clad crocodile also sank into the lake.
After walking around in this circle, Brent almost saw the entire orchard before his eyes.
Whether it was the lush fruit trees or the second-level monster breeding plan, Brent was eye-opening.
The younger brother in front of me has finally begun to assume his responsibilities as a lord.
They no longer rely on taxes to eat and wait for death, but instead spontaneously develop industries for the territory.
And the potential is huge!
"It's getting late, so I'll go back first." Brent said, "When you come to Mott City, we two brothers will discuss the jam sales plan."
"No problem." Chris was very happy. After all, he sells jam to earn reputation points, and he doesn't care much about trivial matters.
"I'll give it to you."
Chris sent Brent outside the orchard, and the escorting knights quickly followed.
"Goodbye." Brent waved his hand and turned to leave with the knights.
"Goodbye!" Chris watched his brother go away until he disappeared from sight.
······
Chris returned to the shack and continued to improve the jam process.
After many experiments and asking residents to taste and evaluate, he finally developed two flavors for each jam.
Regular version and slightly sweet version with less sugar.
Four kinds of fruits, a total of eight flavors.
Only sell one kind every day, and then sell them in a cycle.
This can greatly extend the time it takes for the residents of Mote City to get tired of eating, and gain more reputation.