Imperial Crown

Doug was imprisoned in the dungeon, of course, with Raven's consent.

However, this kind of small shrimp could not get any useful information. Raven kept him just because he didn't want to make things too awkward with the Death Hand Cult.

When the Death Hand came to the door, they could also use Doug as an additional channel of communication.

The next day, Raven took Fiona and left Eagle Castle under the escort of Volaf and rushed to Snow Maple Territory.

As soon as he rested in Snow Maple Castle, Kuman, the political officer of Snow Maple Town, came to ask for a meeting.

"Baron, you are so far-sighted and far-sighted!" As soon as they met, Kuman began to flatter him: "Just a few words of advice have created a huge source of wealth for our Xuefeng Territory!" "Ah?" Raven was stunned for a moment: "What are you talking about?" "Look at me, I'm so happy." Kuman patted his forehead: "It's the brown dace you mentioned before, pickled!" Raven thought for a while before reacting. He mentioned it casually a few months ago, and couldn't help asking: "Did the pickling succeed?" "Too successful!" Kuman couldn't suppress the smile on his face: "It's simply the first-class delicacy in the entire province and the entire continent!" After rushing all the way here, Raven was a little hungry. After hearing Kuman's bragging, he immediately became interested: "Then present it to me!" Kuman was waiting for this sentence, and immediately asked someone to bring up a jar. The moment he saw the jar, Raven felt something was wrong, because from the moment it appeared at the door, the room was filled with a lingering smell of stinky socks!

With a thud, the large ceramic jar fell on Raven's desk. Kuman rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "Baron, this is the best quality jar of this batch of pickled brown dace. Please open the lid yourself!"

Kuman said so, so Raven certainly couldn't refuse his subordinate's kindness. He grabbed the jar lid and opened it suddenly--

In a trance, Raven saw his great-grandmother.

In his previous life, his grandmother liked to make soybean paste by herself. Sometimes her skills were a little shabby and she couldn't take care of it. Flies would lay eggs in it, white maggots would wriggle in it, and the stench was overwhelming!

That taste was not one-tenth as good as this taste now.

Are you deliberately trying to trick me?

Raven's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he stared at Kuman, but the latter was like nothing happened, with a smile on his face: "Baron, how is it, is it fragrant!"

Fiona, who was standing next to Raven, took a deep sniff: "It really smells good!"

Fragrance?

Raven couldn't understand it.

Indeed, fragrance and odor are essentially the same thing, but even ambergris made from whale feces must be soaked.

Is there something wrong with my nose?

Looking at the jar again, the brown dace were placed together, the soup was a dark brown, and there was a layer of dried salt on the inner wall of the jar.

Taking the knife and fork from the servant next to him, Kuman picked up a fish and handed it to Raven: "Baron, please taste it yourself!"

Raven's mouth twitched, and he couldn't eat it after all: "Fiona, you go first."

"Thank you, Baron!" Fiona nodded, picked up a piece of fish with a fork and put it into her mouth, then closed her eyes and snorted with satisfaction: "It's so delicious!"

This made Raven mutter in his heart.

Fiona has always been picky about food. She said she liked it, so this pickled brown dace might be really delicious.

Just like stinky tofu, it smells bad but tastes good?

With this thought in mind, Raven picked up the fork, picked off the sticky fish skin, and forked a small piece of fish into his mouth.

Then his eyes were immediately filled with bloodshot, and he used all his willpower not to spit it out.

How to describe it?

Original nine-turn large intestine.

After swallowing it with difficulty, Raven felt that his taste buds had failed, and he said to Kuman viciously: "You try it too."

As a result, Kuman ate it with an expression of enjoyment, without any falseness.

Raven was shaken. Could it be that this thing was really delicious?

But he would never try it again. He called his attendants, maids and his own soldiers to taste it. As a result, without exception, these people all liked it very much!

"How many of these pickled brown dace are there?" Raven asked.

"That's too much!" Kuman immediately responded: "The migratory brown dace dies after laying eggs. At that time, I mobilized thousands of people to catch and pickle them. A total of 110,000 pounds!"

110,000 pounds, which is about 500,000 kilograms, about 500 tons, is indeed not a small amount.

Raven said, "Well, you distribute some of these brown dace to see how well the people in the territory accept them and whether they like them."

Although Fiona couldn't lie to him, other maids and guards might deliberately say that they were delicious to please him.

Raven wanted to test whether there was really a market for this kind of thing.

Cuman immediately carried out Raven's order, and within two days, carts of pickled brown dace were spread all over Raven's territory.

That day, Junasheng returned to his home.

After guiding Raven to get the inheritance of his old master, the Metini family, Junasheng returned to his old job and became a clerk in Eagle Castle, taking his son and grandson in.

Old Gordon saw that he had no money left, so he advanced him a year's salary so that he could buy a house of his own outside Eagle Castle.

To be honest, this house is very suitable to Junasheng's liking. It is two stories high, has a stone structure, is warm in winter and cool in summer, is spacious, and is also very close to Eagle Castle.

But there were still many things he couldn't see through.

Take Raven, for example. He is a baron. He indulges in magic all day long. He also goes to the factory every now and then. He may not even hold a cocktail party throughout the year. How can he look like a lord?

Old Gordon doesn’t know how to persuade him!

Yes, there is also old Gordon. This guy is two years younger than me. He has been his boss just because of his seniority, and he has also been awarded the title of knight.

Knight! Why should I be a housekeeper? ?

I'm not even a knight yet.

Looking at the red and white knots on his body, it was really eye-catching. Why didn't I ask the Baron for a knighthood at that time?

Pushing open the door full of complaints, he was immediately attracted by the aroma. He raised his nose, frowned and shouted: "Pip! What are you doing again?!"

Pip is Jonathan's son. Hearing his father's call, Pip wearing an apron came out of the kitchen: "Father, I am making dinner! I promise to give you a surprise!"

"What a surprise, I think it's just a shock." Jun Nasheng scolded: "I told you, our family is a new immigrant, so we need to be low-key in our work and life."

"It's neither a birthday nor a holiday. What kind of meat do you make? Are you afraid that others won't know that our family is rich?"

"Money must be saved well and spent wisely! What is the most important thing to the Baron? The army! You don't know if you are not in the castle. Now, except for the new castle, the army only needs money."

"I'm old and you haven't been trained yet, but your son still has time. Let's save money to buy him equipment and practice martial arts. That's the way out for the future!"

Pip looked helpless after being told by Jonathan. Seeing that the old man was going to talk endlessly, he took advantage of the opportunity when he was breathing: "I didn't buy it with money, it was given by the Baron. Every household has it!"

"Really?" Junnasheng asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's true, every house has three!" Pip said with a smile: "Just wait a moment, it will be ready soon!"

Junason knew that he had wrongly blamed his son, but he was too embarrassed to apologize. He took off his coat and sat at the dining table, and began to think about the future of his family.

He is old, his son has also been established, but his grandson is still young.

At this stage, he can still teach children to read and write. Next year, a school near New Castle will open. Then he can send them there to learn to read and make some friends.

As for the future, it is best to practice martial arts.

After experiencing the turmoil of the Order of the Hand of Death, he finally understood that it was useless no matter how good he was with the pen. He could not hold up the sword at the critical moment, and he could not even protect his own family.

His wife and daughter-in-law are...

"Okay!" Pip walked out of the kitchen and placed a plate of fried fish on the table.

They were three brown dace fish. The skin was fried to a golden color, revealing the tender fish meat like pudding. They were trembling when they were placed on the table, which was extremely appetizing.

When I got closer and smelled it, the aroma penetrated directly into my nostrils. Before I could eat it, my mouth was already watering!

"Time for dinner!" Pip opened the door and shouted into the street.

Not long after, Jonathan's grandson ran back to the house, washed his hands and sat at the table, while Pip also cut the bread and brought everyone a bowl of soup.

"This is a thick soup made from pickled brown dace fish. Father, would you like to try it?"

Junason nodded, took a spoonful of the sauce-colored soup and put it into his mouth. His eyebrows suddenly trembled, and the salty and umami flavors exploded in his mouth, as if there was a real fish jumping around in his mouth.

Pip put the largest fish on Jonathan's plate, the medium one in his son's bowl, and kept the smallest one for himself.

After chewing a bite of bread, Junason picked up the spoon again.

The marinated fish meat is already loose, and becomes even more tender after being fried. You can take out a piece of it with a spoon.

Put it into your mouth, take a sip, and all the fish meat melts. The unique pickled flavor suddenly bursts out, making Juna Sun couldn't help but shake his legs.

So delicious!

But after one bite, he stopped and pushed the plate in front of his grandson.

"Grandpa, why don't you eat?" the grandson asked, blinking.

"Grandpa doesn't like fish." Junason said with a smile.

The grandson ate the fish happily, and Junason narrowed his eyes even smaller: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

After finishing the meal, Junnasheng returned to his room, put away the glasses on his nose, and sat on the bed. He could still smell the fishy smell on his body.

Giving fish to his subjects, Baron Raven is really... extravagant!

But this time he was not dissatisfied, but said with emotion: "No wonder Baron Raven can manage the territory like this..."

"Being able to come to Eagle Territory is the blessing of our ancestors!"

Early the next morning, Raven had breakfast and sat in the study room of Xuefeng Castle, watching the news coming back from everyone.

The most important thing to read is the news sent by Old Gordon and Simon.

Old Gordon knew the importance and would not lie to him; but Simon could not lie to others.

What is gratifying is that pickled brown dace has indeed achieved great success. At least 85% of people can accept this weird taste.

Well, I don’t quite understand your Western tastes.

At this moment, Fiona opened the door and walked in: "Lord Baron, the factory has sent news that the product you want is ready. Please go and check it out!"

Raven stood up: "Send the order, let Kuman send all the pickled brown dace to the factory."

"Come with me to the factory to see the new products, and let you know that I never lie to you, Baron!"

Following Raven all the way to the factory, Fiona couldn't take her eyes off soon after entering the gate.

There are so many glasses!

And unlike most of the impurities in the market, all the glasses here are crystal clear, and there is no difference from natural crystals, and there are many glass jars that have been filled.

Each jar is filled with clear liquid, and two cut green fruits are suspended in it, dyeing the liquid green.

Workers kept coming out of the factory next door, transporting out carts of such glass jars, and others were packing them.

"Baron...what is this?"

"Canned food, pecan green peach canned food, I call it "Angel's Gift", one of the new products." Raven said.

Not only pecans, but also pickled brown dace was sent over because Raven wanted to can it.

This way it is convenient for transportation, storage and sale!

"But today I don't want to show you this, follow me."

Hearing Raven's words, Fiona hurriedly followed.

When they arrived at the innermost factory, the workers had already left. There were many broken glass plates in the corner, and there were some silver lights flickering in them.

In the middle stood something as high as a door panel, covered with a layer of white cloth.

Raven said to Fiona: "Uncover it and take a look."

This made Fiona a little nervous, because such a grand thing must be a very valuable treasure. What if it was damaged?

But the baron couldn't help but listen, so she bit her lip, slowly approached, grabbed the curtain, and pulled it hard!

There was a friction sound, and the white cloth fell to the ground. Fiona only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and she was dazed and lost!

"This is, this is...!?"

There was another me in front of her!

Fiona took a step closer and looked carefully, her eyes swaying up and down, and the person opposite her did the same.

This is a mirror.

But mirrors shouldn't be like this!

Even the best copper mirror, mixed with three parts of tin and polished to the smoothest, will always have distortions, and in a few days, the reflection will become more hazy and black.

But the mirror in front of her actually reflected all the details.

Her silver hair, pupils that tightened because of surprise, eyelashes on her eyes, and the tiny bloodshot on her eyeballs were all clearly visible.

She thought her makeup was regular enough, but now it looked like there were still many flaws.

Fiona couldn't imagine how crazy those noble women would be when they saw this mirror.

Treasure, it's really a treasure! !

Priceless treasure! ! !

Seeing Fiona's expression, Raven smiled with satisfaction: "What do you think of it?"

"Priceless treasure." Fiona got goose bumps on her body.

"But what if I tell you that it only costs 37 silver coins?"

Fiona was stunned. She suddenly remembered what Raven said to her when they first met.

Use extremely cheap raw materials to produce products that can shock the entire continent!

"Baron, is this the kind of thing you once said?"

"Yes, you can call it "Angel's Glory." Raven said lightly.

There are three technical difficulties in producing glass mirrors-transparency, bubbles, and mercury plating.

The transparency of glass in this era is relatively poor, but Raven happened to know a wicked but practical way, which is to add arsenic pentoxide, also known as arsenic, during the production process.

It is inevitable that there will be bubbles when large pieces of glass are made. Raven has no choice but to let the factory continue to experiment and improve the process.

The last step of mercury plating is the key to the reflection of glass mirrors. The most important step is to add sodium hydroxide, also known as caustic soda, which can be mass-produced in the riverside workshop.

"You need a press conference!" Fiona said excitedly: "A press conference, an auction, I believe it will be sold at a sky-high price!"

"Oh, don't be so excited." Raven spread his hands and said: "There will be an auction and a press conference, but before that, there is a crucial step."

"What is it?"

"Make it famous!"

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