Chapter 48 Maltose

Roman cut two snow-white wooden sticks from oak branches, inserted them into the maltose, stirred them gently with his hands, and soon a large ball of golden maltose was wrapped around the ends of the thin wooden sticks.

He handed this thing to Gweil.

The latter smelled the sweet fragrance and eagerly opened his mouth to bite it.

Roman sternly stopped this wasteful behavior.

"You are not eating it the right way. You have to stir it constantly and use your hands hard to make it turn white..."

Under Roman's guidance, Gweir began to stir. Although her movements were a little unfamiliar at first, she quickly mastered the technique.

During the pulling process, the maltose gradually turned white.

Roman nodded happily, turned around and saw Aaron and Green gathered next to the wooden barrel of maltose...

Snapped!

Roman knocked down Green's ghost hand in time.

Green's face became solemn, and he glared at Roman, as if he was about to draw his sword and face death in the next second.

Roman's expression was calm and he said to Aaron: "Aaron, come and have a taste."

Aaron nodded, took the wooden chopsticks handed over by Roman, wrapped some golden maltose in it, and put it into his mouth. His taste was quickly covered by the rich sweetness.

Aaron's expression was somewhat immersed in it, which made Green more curious about the taste of maltose, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"I'll try it too." Green said in a rough voice, like a rough pirate from the Arctic.

Then his outstretched hand was knocked down by Roman.

Roman snorted: "Even if I die in the swamp, I won't eat something that even a pig wouldn't eat!"

Green's body was shaken, and he turned to Aaron and said angrily: "Aaron, how can you talk to Mr. Roman like this and why don't you kneel down and apologize!"

Aaron glanced at him, and he finally understood why Roman was targeting Green.

When will this bad mouth stop?

He ignored Green's look for help and continued to make some maltose to eat.

Fighting knights rarely eat such sweet food, so they should eat more fruits in summer.

Although there is wild honey, honeycombs are relatively scarce in nature.

Moreover, the Archduke's honeycomb could not fall into his mouth.

The most incredible thing is that he witnessed the maltose making process from beginning to end.

"Brother Aaron, the way you eat candy is wrong, you have to stir it constantly..." Gweir corrected her.

"Gweil, this is how children eat, go ahead and play." Roman patted Gweil's head. Gweil said oh, nodded honestly, stood behind Roman, and continued to stir with her head. Maltose in it.

As the cooking level increases, many recipes are unlocked, including how to make maltose.

Green held his hands on his chest and said in a soft voice: "Master Roman, Aaron knows he is wrong. Please be merciful and let him go."

When Roman saw this, he half-smiled and said, "Knights in battle must have backbone!"

Green said in pain: "Do you want me to die?"

"Ah!"

Hearing this cruel ridicule, he became depressed and said dejectedly: "Master Roman, Green is dead. His biggest wish is to have a mouthful of sweet molasses before he dies. Can you satisfy his wish?" Wishes?"

"Now you know how good I am at cooking, right?"

You fart!

This is not cooking at all!

Green complained bitterly in his heart, but the situation was stronger than the situation, so he had to put on a pitiful look to gain sympathy.

"Ahem..."

At this moment, Seth's coughing sound came from the side, and he was used to this kind of farce.

But now Roman had something to do.

"Sir, Morey's caravan has arrived."

Roman nodded, and he directed the male servants to move the twenty wooden barrels to the bullock cart.

…

Burrow River Pier.

Roman met Morey.

The young businessman was a little emotional.

He first bowed and saluted, and then said excitedly: "Dear Lord Roman, I have brought you 18 oxen and 28 draft horses."

Roman was quite satisfied with this figure, and the progress of road construction could be greatly improved.

Being able to acquire so many large animals in one month shows that Morey is very capable.

Roman said: "But I don't have that much cash to pay you right now."

When Morey heard this, he didn't panic, but just waited for Roman's follow-up words.

Sure enough, he saw Roman pointing to the barrel on the ox cart behind him: "Let's see how much this kind of thing is worth."

Morey followed Roman to the wooden cart, opened one of the wooden barrels, lifted the wooden lid, and pulled out the filament.

Roman used a small wooden stick to wrap the filaments pulled out of the maltose and handed them to Morey.

When the latter saw maltose for the first time, he thought it was honey, but soon discovered that the texture was different from honey.

If honey exudes a natural sweet smell like flowers.

This kind of honey has the aroma of green wheat.

Morey frowned, somewhat unsure of the value of this maltose.

Then, Morey looked at the number of barrels on the car again, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"How much can you give me?"

Morey hesitated and said: "Please forgive me, your honey is not as sweet as honey, and the taste is not as good as honey..."

The nutritional content is also not as good as honey.

Roman said something for Moredo in his heart.

He said frankly: "I know, you just need to tell me the price."

Morey hesitated for a moment and said: "For a barrel of honey, I can only give 1 gold coin."

Roman also frowned. The value of luxury goods such as maltose was lower than he expected.

Only people of the aristocracy could afford it. He originally thought that he could sell it for 2 gold coins, but Morey cut it in half.

"This is also the first time I have seen this kind of product, so I can only estimate the price..." Morey said.

With the keen sense of smell of a businessman, Morey offered this price on the basis of leaving room for himself.

This means that he is sure to buy at the original price and sell at the original price.

It's nothing more than not making money, but a loss-making business must not be done.

Of course, Morey thinks it is impossible for this thing to fail to sell.

In this era, there are very few sources of sugar, and only certain fruits and honey can provide sugar.

Even if maltose is not as good as honey, it can be a substitute for honey.

The number of potential customers in this land is the entire upper class.

"Its shelf life is only one year." Roman explained the concept.

Morey was not too surprised. Honey also has a shelf life. It is only longer than maltose due to improper storage.

Luxury goods in this era have always been at a low ebb.

Compared with strategic materials, maltose has no obvious advantages.

This is a relatively barbaric and turbulent era, and trade development is not very prosperous.

No nobles have made a fortune by relying on honey, and professional beekeepers have not yet appeared. Nobles usually find wild beehives and then send people to collect and harvest them regularly. There is no large-scale breeding.