"I'm going to the ranch today," Witte said. "There must be something wrong with the ranch, so the milk produced tastes so bad."
"Your Highness, are you going now?" Tom asked.
"Well, it's past two-thirty now. If we don't go, it will be dark when we come back." Werther looked out the window and frowned slightly, "It's already cloudy today, and it might be even colder at night."
"Your Highness, I mean you can go again tomorrow."
"But I think the sooner the matter is resolved, the better. Uncle Tom, has Wil recovered today?"
"not yet."
"So Ivan is free today?"
"Your Highness, you have forgotten that Ivan left for a neighboring town yesterday to study with famous doctors there."
"I remembered, he told me personally."
"There is little sunshine today, maybe I can accompany you." Linna said.
"Are you sure you can do it? Although it is cloudy and there is more light than at night, it will take us a few hours to go to the ranch." Werther looked at Lina. Although he really wanted Lina to accompany him, he
At the same time, he was worried about Lina's health.
"It's okay, I'll wear a hat." Linna put her wide-brimmed hat on her head and tied a string around her chin.
"For your own safety, you'd better not go. I can go by myself." Werther said, putting on a thick cloak.
Linna came over and tied the ribbon on the front of his cloak, and said: "I have to go, and the lord must have a servant following him. First, for the lord's safety, if the lord is in danger, the personal servant can be with the knight commander.
Tell the news; the second is to help the lord do something."
"Then what if you fainted outside?"
"What's the problem? My Highness, if something like that happens, just bring me back." She smiled evilly at Werther and walked towards the stables outside.
Soon, she led out a black horse.
"Witt, I have no driving experience. It would be unreasonable for you to drive for me, so you can ride to the ranch today. I will just fly behind you."
"That's fine, this horse is very docile in front of you~" Werther smiled, "Is it because you drank its blood?"
"Well, what do these two things have to do with each other?" Lina looked a little serious.
"I'm just kidding, you are indeed a serious vampire." Werther smiled, "But can I ride a horse?"
"Uh, are you asking if you can ride a horse?"
"Yeah, I think I should be able to, but I'm not sure."
The moment Werther took the reins from Lina, he realized that his body was very good at this sport.
"Oh my God, it's as fast as lightning! Is this the legendary Chollima? But I can't remember how to slow down!"
Werther's horse ran so fast that Werther had to concentrate and adjust its direction at any time to prevent it from hitting passers-by or intruding into farmland.
"Wow, Werther, your horse is so fast, I can't keep up!" Lina flew at the back door, shouting loudly, the strong wind blowing her hat, and the brim of the hat was flipped up.
After a while, Werther saw the pasture and hurriedly stopped his horse.
"Lina." He turned around and found that Lina's figure had turned into a dot in the distant sky, "Huh?"
Fortunately, Lina encountered a favorable wind again and quickly flew to Werther's side due to the force of the wind. When Lina landed on the ground, she was already panting from exhaustion and leaned against the tree trunk, her face flushed by the wind.
Werther had tied his horse to a tree.
"Haha~" Werther pointed at Lina and laughed, "Your hat is blown crooked."
"Huh?" Lina straightened her hat and touched her hair. After she thought it was okay, she said to Werther, "It's all your fault. The wind in the air was so strong just now that I couldn't breathe."
"We should be lucky that there is a good horse in the castle. But are you okay?" Werther looked at Lina with some distress.
"How can I be fine? I'm just a little tired." Linna stood up straight and said, "I've already rested. Let's go."
The two of them walked towards the big house in the center of the ranch. It was a two-story bungalow with black walls and a brown tile roof. It looked very grand. This kind of house is considered very good in Daybreak Town. You can tell
, the people living there are wealthy people.
There is a large green grassland outside the house, with dozens of black and white cows on the ground.
Witte saw several people milking cows. He asked one of them: "I am the lord of Daybreak Town. I want to come here to check the situation. Where is the rancher?"
"Ah!" The man stood up in surprise and said, "His Royal Highness actually came to the humble house. I, I am the rancher."
Werther looked at the man in front of him. He should be wearing work clothes worn when milking cows, but they looked very old.
"I learned that the milk from the pasture has a strange taste recently, so I wanted to come and take a look at the situation."
"Hey, Your Highness, let me go in and talk."
The rancher brought Werther and Linna into the house. It looked pretty good inside. The rancher poured water for Werther and Linna instead of milk.
"Your Highness, I'm so ashamed." Rancher Darren rubbed his rough hands and tried his best to hide his embarrassment.
"Relax, don't be so nervous. But why are you ashamed?"
"Alas, I inherited my family's ancestral pasture from my father. I was full of confidence and wanted to manage it better, but it turned out to be like this. My ancestors always opened the pasture more and more.
Well, you come to me, but your family is in dire straits."
"So what's the specific situation on the ranch now?"
"Recently, for some reason, the taste of milk in the ranch has started to deteriorate, and fewer and fewer customers come to the ranch to buy milk. When the taste is barely passable, a large bucket of milk can be sold for five copper coins to one silver coin, and a small bucket of milk can be sold for five copper coins to one silver coin.
It can be sold for two copper coins, and when the taste becomes unpalatable, the price drops to one iron coin per barrel.
I will also make milk into cheese. The price of cheese is higher than that of milk, so I can sell it for more money.
But the milk tastes bad in most cases, so if the ranch can earn five silver coins every month, it is considered very good."
"But no matter how difficult the ranch operation is, you are still raising these cows." Witte looked at the rancher with approval, intending to encourage him.
"This is because I don't want to give up my ancestral property. After all, it is the hard work of generations. I am worried that there is something wrong with my cows. I even bought cows from other towns and raised them together, but they were of no use and the milk they produced was
It still tastes bad."
It is now obvious that the ranch is not operating well and it is time to close down. However, the rancher still hopes to continue operating, and of course Witte hopes so too.
Werther suddenly remembered that he had seen a story in a novel about a cow eating garlic, which caused the milk it produced to have a garlic taste.
"Is there something wrong with the cows' diet?" Witte said suddenly.
The rancher shook his head and said: "That's not the reason, Your Highness. My cows have always been
They eat healthy feed and grass, and drink water from the river behind them. Their diet has been fine for every generation of ranchers, so how could they have problems here?"
"If they eat something with flavor, it will affect the taste of the milk."
"Something with flavor?" The rancher was obviously surprised. "This is the first time I have heard such a statement. Our family's cows have been eating this grassland for a long time, so I have never considered what you said."
"Maybe you can pay attention to whether there are any plants in that grassland that look different from other grasses."
"To put it this way, there are indeed some grasses growing strangely in the fields over the years. But I think those are just weird-looking grasses."
Witte frowned and thought for a while, then said: "If there are no abnormalities in other aspects, then this should be the reason why the milk tastes bad. Please take us to the grass to have a look."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The rancher took them to the large grassland in front of them. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about this grassland.
Werther and Lina carefully checked each area and found that there was no problem with the grass in front of the house, but the grass at the back was mixed with many other grass-like plants.
"Well, my head hurts." Lina held her forehead and ran away.
"Lina, what's wrong with you?" Werther stood up and asked.
"Is there garlic in the ground?" Lina said, covering her nose, "Vampires are most afraid of garlic."
Werther looked carefully at the different plants. One of them indeed looked like a garlic sprout, and the exposed part of another looked very much like an onion.
In order to confirm my idea, I simply pulled out several different plants, and sure enough, there were onions and garlic underneath!
In this case, the cows eat onion and garlic sprouts every day, and maybe even eat the roots in the ground. No wonder they produce such unpleasant milk.
But then again, why didn't the rancher know anything about it? Werther carefully recalled the food he had seen in this world. He had never seen onions, and he had only seen garlic in the castle.
He thought that few people in the public knew about these two foods, so it was normal for ranchers not to know about these two "grasses".
Perhaps, in the past year, someone accidentally planted onions and garlic here, but did not expect that they would affect the taste of the milk.
"Your Highness, have you discovered anything?" the rancher came over and asked.
"There's a lot of garlic and onions in this meadow, which affects the taste of the milk."
"Garlic and onions?" the rancher said, "Oh, I've heard of them, but I didn't know they looked like this. If I had known they would have such an impact on my pasture, I would have pulled them all out.
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"Don't pull them out. Plant them as ordinary crops. They are food for humans. When they mature, you can sell them for a profit. As long as you let the cows only eat the grass in front of the house, you can solve the milk problem."
"Thank you, Your Highness!" The rancher was very grateful, but he was also confused, "But none of us have ever eaten onions and garlic, and we don't know what their advantages are. Even if I sell them, who will buy them?"
At this time, the sound of parchment rolls sounded in my ears: the problem of the ranch was solved, the next task was to plant and promote the consumption of onions and garlic.
Werther smiled at the rancher: "You don't have to worry about this, I'll help you. However, there is only garlic in my castle, not onions. I need to dig some mature onions back."