"It's sunny outside now. Lina will rest in the castle first. Wile and Ivan will find some long-term workers with me to go to the bakery."
"So Your Highness, how many permanent workers are needed in the bread workshop?" Wile asked.
"Let me do the math. If we sell a hundred loaves a day, we have to make a hundred loaves a day. Each person will knead fifty bread balls a day, which requires two people, plus a special person who bakes the bread.
There are people who specialize in filtering flour and people who sell bread. Five long-term workers are needed."
"Then how much is the salary of each long-term worker?"
"Same as the farm, twenty silver coins."
After Werther and the others arrived at the new farm, they quickly found five long-term workers who were willing to work in the bakery.
Witte said to them: "Everyone, the bread workshop is in the small town, not very far from the castle. I will take you to the workshop to have a look later, and then everyone will clean up the workshop and we can start work tomorrow."
"By the way, Ivan." Werther said to Ivan again, "The weather has been getting colder and colder recently, and everyone is prone to getting sick. I have already seen a few long-term workers who don't look well, so you should be responsible for everyone's health.
, go to the new farm and workshop more every day to check on everyone’s physical condition, and just let Lina and Wile help me with other things.”
"Yes, Your Highness!" Ivan seemed a little excited, "I can finally use my expertise."
At this time, Witt noticed Shaq who was looking at him silently.
"Hey, Shaq, I remember you said you wanted to work in the workshop, why didn't you sign up today?"
"The reason why I wanted to go to the workshop at the beginning was that I mistakenly thought that going to the workshop would give me more time to interact with the lord. Now I know that no matter where I work, the time to interact with the lord is about the same.
It's better to just work on the new farm. Anyway, there are memories of the lord and I here." Shaq smiled tenderly and sweetly.
"Okay then, I'll let you work on the new farm." Werther smiled, "And I heard from Lina that you are very good at farming."
"Hey, thank you for the compliment, Lord." Shaq smiled sheepishly.
In this way, the bread workshop officially started work the next day. Werther got up early on this day and went there with small noodles and a small fire.
The little boy spit out a lump of special ingredients for making bread into the basin. Werther thought it contained yeast, so he asked the bakers to add this ingredient to each batch of dough. Werther also let the small fire turn into magic fire in the two ovens.
The yeast and magic fire are enough for two weeks, as long as the two elves come to the bread workshop every two weeks.
In the morning, the first batch of bread came out of the oven. It was still a large loaf of twenty centimeters long, but it smelled fragrant, looked golden in color, and was as soft as a sponge. It was completely different from the hard bread in the past, and was mixed with sawdust.
, compared to Shizi’s black bread, there is a huge gap.
Witte tasted this bread, and it tasted the same as common modern bread! It was great. The food of the people of Daybreak Town was the most important improvement. Witte smiled happily.
"Your Highness," a long-term worker said in surprise, "I didn't expect that the elves' magic is so magical and can make such unique bread."
Ling a long-term worker said: "We must also thank His Highness the Lord for his wisdom. If not His Highness the Lord, who could have let those two barbaric elves help us?"
"It's okay." Werther smiled, then remembered something, "By the way, I
I realized that this kind of bread requires much less wheat raw material than the previous bread, so I bought it for everyone at the price of two iron coins per loaf."
"Two iron coins?" Wile exclaimed, "In this case, the bakery will not make any money at all."
"We can find another way to deal with money. We don't need to rely on bread workshops to make money. People will be happier if they eat well, and at the same time, everyone can build a good town together. These are the most important things."
"Your Highness is right."
When it was almost noon, the fragrance from the bread workshop attracted many people. The workshop was extremely busy for a while.
The young man in charge of filtering the flour shook the sieve, and the fine flour slid down from the tiny holes like running water, leaving a pile of wheat bran in the sieve. This wheat bran will be collected and then sold for cooking.
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The two bakers used their dexterous hands to knead hard in the basin, making neat white bread balls and placing them on the chopping board.
There is also an old man who bakes bread in front of the two ovens, turning the grill from time to time. The bread on the grill gradually turns golden brown, and the aroma fills the entire workshop.
The aunt who was selling bread was quickly passing the baked bread to the customers and carefully putting the money away. The aunt's warm attitude and friendly smile made the people who came to buy bread feel happy.
Everyone was full of praise for the new bread and praised Werther one after another.
"Thanks to His Highness the Lord, we can eat such unique bread."
"His Royal Highness is the best and most capable lord I have ever seen."
Werther felt a little elated when he heard his people say these words from the bottom of their hearts.
"Hehe~" Werther giggled while admiring himself.
"Your Highness, what are you thinking about?" Wile poked his shoulder from behind.
"Well, it's nothing. I just feel more confident now."
More and more people came to line up, and even Kath, who was responsible for shopping in the castle, also came to buy bread.
"Cath? Why are you here too?" Werther asked in surprise.
Kath gave a brief salute and said: "Your Highness, the bread of the people has improved, so the bread in the castle should also be improved. Your Highness can no longer be allowed to eat such hard staple food."
"You're right, I actually forgot about the castle."
After Kath bought the bread, she asked: "Your Highness, is it time for you to go back for lunch? Do you need to drink milk today?"
"Well, today is the first day of work in the bakery. I still hope to watch the whole process. I ate with the long-term workers in the workshop at noon today. Wile, you and Kath can go back together."
"Okay, Your Highness."
Werther walked into the workshop and found that the bread made in the morning was far from enough for the number of customers. The long-term workers were still working hard to make bread.
Witte saw that the long-term workers were so busy that they didn't even have time for lunch, so he wanted to go hungry with everyone and help with something. He decided to help clean up, but after picking up the broom, he felt a little dizzy from hunger.
"Well, let's eat something, I'm afraid I'm going to have hypoglycemia." Werther said to himself.
"Your Highness, what did you just say? What is hypoglycemia?" The old man baking bread next to him looked curious.
"Well, it means that the level of glucose in the blood is too low. To put it bluntly, it means that you are hungry.
fainted."
"So that's it, Your Highness, although I didn't understand the first half of the sentence, I did understand the second half." The old man put a piece of freshly baked bread on a plate and handed it to Werther, "Your Highness, please eat some first, there is more over there.
There is some honey sent from the tavern next door. Your Highness can dip some in it."
"Thank you, uncle~"
Werther took the bread, dipped it in the honey next to it and ate it.
After eating, he picked up the broom again. As soon as he finished sweeping the floor, he noticed a high-end black carriage driving not far away.
A man got out of the carriage, wearing high-end clothes, with a sinister expression and a sinister look that could not be hidden. Behind him were four servants with brightly dressed and obedient eyebrows.
The most luxurious family with a carriage in Dawn Town is Mrs. Agnes's family, and this man who seems to have a better carriage than Mrs. Agnes looks very strange, and he should not be from Dawn Town.
The man did not line up like the others, but walked directly to the window selling bread and picked up a piece of bread arrogantly. The others were surprised by his actions, but they did not dare to say anything due to his seemingly high status.
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"The bread you have here only costs two copper coins. Are you sure it's not the most unpalatable black bread?" the man asked the aunt in charge of selling the bread, with a sinister look in his eyes.
The aunt was obviously frightened by his hidden fierce tone. She immediately stopped smiling, looked at him warily and whispered: "Yes, sir, this is a new variety of bread, soft and sweet."
"New variety?" The man looked suspiciously, put the bread in his mouth and tasted it, then showed a surprised expression, "It's so delicious, could it be with the help of the food elf?"
He looked at the aunt again and asked in a more fierce tone: "Who runs this workshop?"
"Yes, it was driven by our lord, the Dawn Town."
"Lord? Great Prince Werther?" The man's expression became even more surprised, "Where is he now?"
"I'm here." Werther walked out of the workshop and looked at this man with a serious expression. He realized that this man's origins were not simple, and he came with bad intentions.
"Humph, it's really His Highness. I didn't expect that Your Highness, who once only knew how to hide in his room in the palace, would also be so capable." The man showed a sinister smile, which made Werther feel frightened.
People who can call themselves His Highness are usually people from the royal palace, and this person is obviously a great nobleman from the Kingdom of Notland based on his clothing, so he should be a great nobleman working in the royal palace.
"Your Highness." The man sneered and said, "I have heard before that this workshop was occupied by two vicious elves. One of the elves is a gourmet elf and can make food more delicious. Could it be that it is your Highness?
Got this elf?"
Although Werther did not know who this person was, he clearly felt the rudeness of his tone. He felt that his momentum could not be lost, so he raised his head, put his arms on his chest, and his eyes were extremely serious: "Since you have guessed,
Now that I have reached this point, I will tell you that yes, I have indeed conquered that gourmet elf."
"Then the other fire elf is also with you?" the man stepped forward and asked.
"Yes." Werther raised his eyebrows, "But who are you?"
"I am the chef in the palace." The man smiled coldly, then threw the bread to the ground and turned to leave.
Huh? Werther was shocked. Another person named Dark came, and he was the nephew of Duke Dark.