In addition to the large wooden box that occupies the center position on the long table, there are six four-tiered wooden racks. Glass jars as big as small beer barrels are stacked on the wooden racks, and they are all filled with candies of various colors.
, half of them are mainly brown candies, a bit like the toffees Rawls had in his previous life.
Judging from the types of candies in these jars, it is obvious that this kind of toffee-like hard candy is the one with the largest sales volume. Most of the other colored candies are only packed in two or three jars, and each glass jar can at least
Holds 6 pounds of candy, but the glass jars are at least half empty.
To the right of the entrance is a huge wooden counter, which separates the production area from the sales area. The production area is divided into two parts. There are several people queuing in the smaller part, which is the area for making bread.
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The larger area is the area for making sweets. A middle-aged man wearing a white apron and a chef's hat is busy there. A huge copper pot that is much thicker than a normal person's waist is sitting on the stove, fragrant and sweet.
The incense emanates from the copper pot.
Although those buying bread were queuing up in the bakery area, they would tiptoe to look into the copper pot from time to time. The candies being made were also very attractive to them.
The middle-aged man in an apron has a thick, well-groomed mustache. He is holding a strange copper spoon in his hand, stirring the syrup in the copper pot from time to time. Behind him is a three-meter-long table.
, there are two or three weird small machines placed on it, and an iron hook is fixed on the wall.
The middle-aged man stirred the weird copper spoon and looked at Rawls who was looking around. Finally he couldn't help it any longer and said in a rich voice:
"Sir, do you want to buy candy or bread?"
"Oh, buy candy."
Rawls pointed at the candy jar on the shelf, while his eyes were fixed on the copper spoon in the middle-aged man's hand.
"A jar on the shelf costs 6 soles, but the glass jar cannot be taken away. You can also buy it directly, which will cost you seven soles."
Is it about 1 sole per pound of candy? Rawls glanced at the glass jar, then pointed to the candies in the wooden box and asked:
"Where are these?"
"Those are cheaper, 8p a pound." The middle-aged man didn't care. The candies on the shelves had a unique taste, but the candies in the wooden boxes had a lighter taste.
"Which one are you making now?" Rolls walked to the counter and took a deep breath in a pretentious manner. A sweet aroma rushed into his nostrils and almost made him sneeze.
"It's from the box." The middle-aged man glanced at the copper spoon in his hand, then turned around and tidied up the long table.
"Why not make the ones in the jars? I see there are still a lot of candies in the wooden box?"
Rolls found an excuse at random and continued to stay in the shop, still staring at the copper spoon.
The middle-aged man who was cleaning the table turned around and glanced at Rawls with a frown. He came to the copper pot, used two towels to carry the copper pot to the long table behind him, and then explained:
"Those in jars are less popular and don't sell as fast as those in boxes."
The middle-aged man put the copper spoon aside and poured the thick syrup on the table. The transparent and slightly honey-colored syrup began to cool. He used two iron rods to quickly stir the syrup into a ball.
Stir, and the honey color in the syrup begins to gradually increase.
"I think this one is going to be ready soon. I think that one has just been made."
Rawls looked at the copper spoon and finally discovered something strange on it. There were obvious scales on the brass handle, and a silver line was descending rapidly.
The middle-aged man paused, kept moving his hands, and did not look back. He just responded with a deep voice:
"That's okay, but you have to wait for a while. Even if you make it, it will take a while to cool down."
The middle-aged woman who was making bread with a waist no smaller than the copper pot glanced at Rawls and said in the same deep voice:
"After the freshly made candies cool down, they will be the same as those in the box."
Rawls took out two 1-sule notes from his pocket and put them on the counter without saying anything more. The middle-aged woman looked happy and said nothing more.
"Bribery - Charm"
Who would have thought that my "bribery" could be used in this regard? If I didn't have the ability to use it, two soles would definitely not make the boss happy.
Rawls sighed inwardly and moved his eyes to the boss who was making candies. Huh? Something doesn't seem right?
The no longer flowing syrup has added another color, not honey color, but a little rose red.
Although Rawls has never studied painting, he also knows that it is not easy to change something like color without adding other colors.
What kind of dye or pigment was added? He subconsciously thought of things like dye and pigment, but when he thought about it, it seemed that it couldn't be achieved with the current technology.
As the middle-aged man hung the solidified syrup on the iron hook on the wall, and continued to pull and merge it, the rose-red mass seemed to gradually expand, completely dyeing the syrup into a light rose-red color.
The middle-aged man took the uniformly colored solidified syrup off the iron hook and placed it on the long table. He took a small device placed on the long table and rolled the solidified syrup into a cake shape with even thickness and length.
, put it into the machine, and with the roll forming, candies of various shapes are extruded.
Rawls looked at it with interest. This candy shop seemed to hide a lot of things. Weird copper spoons, things similar to pigments, and this small rolling equipment. These were all inventions of Hermoshuin.
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The middle-aged woman who was free at the side did not go to help. Instead, she walked out of the production area and started talking to Rawls. She always had a smile sweeter than syrup on her face, which almost made Rawls unable to resist.
Seems like too much “bribery”?
Rawls, who wanted to know the secret of this candy store, had no choice but to chat with the middle-aged woman Mrs. Hillier. From the conversation, he learned how popular candies in this era were.
Thanks to the great Emperor Russell more than a hundred years ago, he cooperated with the Kingdom of Feneport, and the Mother Earth Church cultivated beets with large roots and high sugar content in the roots, and then invented the method of making sugar from beets.
As a result, the price of sugar has dropped by more than half in more than 100 years.
The drop in sugar prices has made it possible for people at the bottom to eat sugar. And these candy shops have enough customers, that is, urban factory workers. Long working hours and huge physical exertion force them to eat a lot of sugar.
Higher food to maintain physical strength.
Sweets became the cheapest source of food. In working-class families, expensive meat was left to men, while women and children had to live on bread and syrup, sweetened tea, and hard candies.
Therefore, customers like Rawls who dress like workers but are extremely picky and who are only willing to buy freshly made candies are very rare in Hillier Candy Store. If he hadn't used "bribery", he might have been suspected long ago.
Finally, under Mrs. Hillier's reluctant gaze, he left the candy store holding the paper bag and the glass jar.
Yes, he bought two different kinds of candy. The freshly made candy cost two soles, and a six-pound jar of candy. But according to the amount he had, Mrs. Hillier at least gave him more.
1 pound of candy.
In other words, Rawls has at least 10 pounds of candy in his hands, which is close to the 10 pounds in his previous life. He is not a person who likes to eat candy. I am afraid that he may not be able to finish all these candies in a month. It would be a pity to throw them away. It seems that
It’s cheaper for the kids who live on Yinjing Street.
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After distributing most of the candies, Rawls returned to his rental house with the remaining candies. He nodded with satisfaction when looking at the few candies left, grabbed a few and threw them into his mouth, biting them loudly.
The taste doesn't seem right?
Rawls chewed the candies in his mouth by himself. Although the candies he left behind were all candies in the jar, the candies in the wooden box had been tasted and were obviously not very different from the taste in his mouth.
Although the candies in the wooden boxes are of different colors, the taste is just the same. There is not much difference. The candies in the jar obviously have a unique taste. For example, the brown candies he just threw into his mouth are obviously chocolate-y.
the taste of.
He spat out the candy in his mouth and took out a piece of light yellow candy from the jar. He chewed it and found that it was mint flavored. After trying a few more pieces, Rawls found that these candies were no different from the candies in his previous life.
Big difference.
Food additives? (notes in this chapter)
Isn’t that Orange Light a mathematician and a mechanic? Does he know chemistry?
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Jorwood District, in a cafe on Crystal Street.
Sergeant Meyer Bragg, wearing a black and white police uniform with three V-shaped tags on his shoulder straps, sat in the innermost partition. He had a beard and looked at the pocket watch in his hand from time to time, with an anxious look on his face.
This morning he found a suspicious man nearby. Before he could go up to investigate, the man left directly. Even though he later blew the police whistle, after chasing into the North District, he still pursued him because he was not familiar with the road conditions.
lost.
This made Meyer Bragg wonder whether the criminals had been alerted. He knew that when he left yesterday, the senior inspector told him to pay close attention to whether there were any suspicious persons nearby. And he only needed to observe secretly and remember the suspicious persons.
The appearance of the person will do.
Therefore, after chasing the suspicious man, Meyer Bragg immediately notified the police station, but only received a notice asking him to continue to wait on Crystal Street. It was not until an hour and a half ago that a colleague informed him that he was responsible
The senior inspector of the matter will meet him in this cafe in an hour.
But now half an hour has passed, and the senior inspector in charge of this matter still has not arrived. This makes Meyer Bragg, who is only a senior police sergeant, very anxious.
If his colleague hadn't been transferred to the Hillston District because the District had established five or six sub-bureaus at once, he believed that with the help of his colleagues, he would have caught the suspicious man.
Another ten minutes passed, and someone finally opened the door and walked in. A policeman wearing a police uniform with a crown and two silver stars on his shoulder straps walked in. He was lean and had no features in appearance.
Behind him were two policemen who were also wearing police uniforms, but whose shoulder badges only had three silver stars. One of them was Senior Inspector Delka who told Meyer Bragg to pay attention to suspicious situations nearby.
Meyer Bragg looked at the epaulettes of the leading police officer and opened his mouth involuntarily. He turned out to be a senior superintendent, which was the same level as the chief of the Cherwood District Police Department.
The senior superintendent walked up to him and introduced himself:
"I am Roy Welling, the head of the Sixth Team of the Special Operations Department of the Backlund Police Department. This time I am responsible for the 'Bridge Area Gas Explosion Case'."
The somewhat excited and worried senior police sergeant saluted with a bang:
"Hello, sir, I am Meyer Bragg, responsible for the security situation on Crystal Street."
"Well, I know, you previously reported that a suspect appeared nearby." Roy Welling, who appeared to be a senior police superintendent but was actually a deacon of the Church of Storms, casually returned the greeting and asked the excited police chief to sit down.
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Although he was a little worried, things had already happened, and Chief Bragg could only tell the story in detail:
"Yes, as requested by Senior Inspector Delka, I have been paying close attention to the situation nearby..."
Roy Welling sat opposite Bragg, listening to his report. Just like his featureless appearance, he had no expression and did not interrupt the report. He just listened quietly to Bragg's self-promotion and avoidance of blame.
narration.
After Bragg finished speaking, Roy Welling nodded. Instead of asking about the suspect, he asked about Fors's situation:
"Is Forsi Wall who lives at No. 12 still at home? I have something to ask her."
Since Forsi's special situation was reported last time, according to Cardinal Snake's wishes, there is no need to pay too much attention to the youngest daughter of Earl Hall's family and just deal with it according to normal circumstances. Roy Welling's place
The "Punisher" team decided to secretly investigate this writer who had only just become famous.
But before the investigation could begin, Duke Negan was assassinated by "Vice Admiral Hurricane". Although Chillinges failed in the assassination, he himself was killed. But as Duke Negan is the political spokesperson of the Church of Storms, the Church of Storms must give
Enough attention was paid to it, so all the church's forces in Backlund began to investigate the assassination case.
Similarly, just as the assassination case had just begun, Sergeant Meyer Bragg, who was in charge of Crystal Street, reported that a suspect had appeared and escaped. This forced Roy Welling to temporarily give up the assassination case, and after simply arranging manpower,
He led his men to Crystal Street again. After all, a high-sequence powerhouse was involved here. Once there are clues, they must be traced. It would be best to investigate the writer by the way.
Because Forse and Audrey were friends, Roy Welling had to assume the identity of a policeman in order to investigate. He had already deduced from Meyer Bragg's words that the suspect and
This matter has little to do with it, but Bragg had to report it because he was afraid of taking responsibility.
"Well, that Miss Fors just received an invitation from Miss Audrey and went to Queens."
"What?"
Roy Welling squinted his eyes and noticed something was wrong.