Chapter 39: transaction

What Chris has is a complete science and technology tree of the world, and what he has stored in his mind is the crystallization of all the wisdom of a civilization.

This means that as long as he has the right metal, he can skip bamboo silk and cotton silk and directly use tungsten silk to produce light bulbs. This is a matter of experience. Edison needs to test 1,000 times, and Chris only needs one time.

The main reason that prevented him from immediately putting into production of light bulbs was that tungsten ore was not easy to find, and at the same time, the electricity was not sufficient, and it was impossible to use electric lights on a large scale immediately. The problem still exists. What prevents Chris from developing is the restriction of production capacity, not the unbreakable technology.

Once it saves countless failed experiments and debugging time, and saves the time for the development of raw materials, then the scientific progress of mankind is actually very rapid. Many people only saw the length of civilization development, but did not see the rapid accumulation of civilization to a certain extent.

The time when humans invented the train was 1804, and the practical railway appeared around 1840, and the time when the automobile appeared almost doubled, and it came out in 1886.

The subsequent airplanes were even more surprising: the airplane was invented in 1903, and it took only 40 years to develop into the jet-type stage...

And how long did it take for humans to make the magnet motor start generating electricity? Chris can outline the principle and structure of the entire magnetic motor in just one night, without taking any detours.

Similarly, Chris knows how to make delicious French meals, he also knows how to make Hangzhou home-cooked dishes, and even knows some of the most secret cooking methods that have been lost.

It's just that he can't show it by himself. After all, unlike scientific experiments, cooking requires a certain skill and talent.

Even so, when Chris wrote out the recipe and gave it to his chef, he could clearly feel that his food standard was obviously improving. What's more interesting is that the admiration of several chefs for Chris has reached the point of enthusiasm. They would rather not receive a salary but also ask to work in Chris' castle.

According to the words of these chefs, that is in this castle, they can touch the true meaning of food. It was a pious pilgrimage, similar to how fanatics saw the temple.

"I know for the first time that Merck fish is so delicious in this way! It turns out that we only have to cook and eat." While happily fiddled with the grilled fish on the plate, the knowledgeable Gul Luo couldn't help but exclaimed.

To be able to eat such delicious fish is definitely a treat for people his age. Now Gurlo, or everyone in this castle can be said to be very rich, they are not looking for much happiness now, so every time they are extraordinarily cherished.

"For the first time, I feel that eating that is a waste of time and having to eat is a kind of adjustment and enjoyment." Smith, who focuses on researching industrial production, is also full of food and drink at this time, touching his chubby belly with emotion.

Dessier looked unlovable, because the food he had eaten recently was getting worse and worse. Now that he ate such a delicious fish, it was simply a subversion of his twenty years of life.

Can you think of such a scene? People who thought they had eaten all the world’s delicacies, found out that what they ate was swill; but when they thought they were going to eat the trash, they saw the world’s delicacies...

"I think, your Majesty, you should always prepare for such a gathering, which is conducive to the unity of your subordinates..." Diens put down his knife and fork in a high-sounding manner, looking righteous and awe-inspiring. But the sauce sticking to the corner of his mouth betrayed him, making the Secretary of the Interior at this moment look very funny.

Chris nodded, but thought it was a good way. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and said: "From now on, as long as I am in the castle, I will gather you to eat together."

"Hurray!" Smith was the first to cheer, and the other people also smiled. But at this moment, Deans let out a smirk.

Looking at the people staring at him, he shrugged his shoulders embarrassedly, and explained to himself: "That...I think of the hapless Strider..."

"Hahahaha!" Hearing his words, everyone laughed. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Strider, was destined to miss a lot of food because he was going to other countries. Now it seems that he is very unlucky.

"For Ellen Hill!" Amidst the laughter, Chris raised his glass and cheered loudly. Everyone followed him and raised their wine glasses, echoing loudly: "For Ailan Hill!"

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A group of cavalry in black armor, holding high the king flag of Ailan Hill, escorting a long convoy of carriages, walking slowly on the plain.

Above their heads, black eagle flags were hunting and fluttering in the wind, and the armor on their bodies rubbed against the horse's steps. Every knight straightens his waist, because they represent a great country that has never been defeated from its birth to the present.

On the hills in the distance, a group of prairie cavalry gathered little by little. They were one man and three horses, looking mighty and mighty.

"Call!" After approaching the Ailan Hill team, a leader on the grassland headed by the grassland grabbed his rein, sitting on the horse with panther head and eyes, looking at the well-equipped Ailan Hill knights: "Hope. What you sent here is valuable and good."

On the other side, the leading Elan Hill knight grinned. He pulled his rein, turned the horse's head, and came to a carriage. With a "clang", he drew out his sword and placed it behind the carriage. Poke on top of the sack.

"Wow!" The white powder began to gush out from the breach, scattered on the grass like a silver waterfall, flowing like spring water, and it makes people happy to watch.

The general on the grassland saw the white powder scattered, and his eyes widened. He didn't even have time to give the order, so he caught the horse's belly with his legs and rushed towards the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, he rolled over and got off the horse. Because of excitement, he staggered to the side of the carriage, caught the falling silver powder with his hand, and tasted it by his mouth: "Ah! It's salt!"

Because of the distressing relationship, he even wanted to reach out to plug the hole stabbed by the long sword, but found that the entire carriage was covered with exactly the same sack. In shock, he turned around and looked at the cavalry captain of Ailan Hill: "These are all salt?"

The smile on the face of the captain of Ailan Hill’s cavalry was even brighter. He pointed his finger at the long convoy behind and said with certainty: "20 carriages! They are filled with salt. There are also 20 carriages. Ironware and porcelain."

"Salt!" As if thinking of something, the grassland general turned his head, raised his right hand to the cavalry he had brought, and shouted loudly.

"Oh!" The fierce and vicious prairie cavalry immediately screamed like a mountain whistling and a tsunami, and the waves were higher than the waves. Many people rolled over and got off their horses, gathered around the carriage, and looked at the salt bags that were rare in the past with curious eyes.

"My God! It's iron! It's iron!" On the other side, a few grassland people who opened the curtain of the carriage shouted in horror. They saw that the shiny and identical iron pot was stacked in order to save space. Together, the base was built into a huge iron pillar.

In other carriages, neat snow-white porcelain was piled up, and the crystal clear rice bowls shocked the people of a not-so-rich grassland. They stroked the porcelain bowl that was as warm as a woman's skin, and they were not even willing to let go.

After venting for a while, the prairie general finally remembered something. He took the reins and walked to the cavalry captain of Ailan Hill, and asked with his right hand on his chest, "We know that these are expensive goods. , I don’t know how much Ailan Hill needs us to pay this time?"

"Porcelain is cheap, a bowl of 40 copper coins... Iron pots will be more expensive, after all, we are also lacking iron, the price is 25 silver coins..." The Cavaliers captain of Ailan Hill did not speak, but a businessman next to him fought. A new type of calculation tool called the abacus counted his income this time.

In fact, he still made a lot of money, because the purchase price of these things in Ailan Hill was about half of his current offer.

"As for the salt...the price is very fair, 50 gold coins a cart...I left the carriage for you." The businessman was thinking about it, and exulted: he came here this time is really a big gain. There are almost 1,300 gold coins. Gross income.

The transaction amount of just such a caravan was the tax and tribute of Serris Castle a year before. It is conceivable how terrifying the income of Ailan Hill, who is desperately industrializing now, is.

Originally, when he heard the number of 50 gold coins, the generals in the grassland had already realized that they would be slaughtered by profiteers. But when he heard that the unit was a "car", the expression on his face became exciting.

He looked up at Ailan Hill’s captain of the knights, raised his hand and handed the reins of his horse to the other party: "You are the most decent merchants I have ever seen! This horse is the most beautiful on the prairie. I will give it to you! As a testimony of the friendship between you and me! Welcome to the grassland and we will not be drunk tonight!"

"Kill the sheep! Welcome VIPs!" After he finished speaking, he shouted to his people, and those prairie people who were riding on horseback or who had dismounted also cheered like never before. : "Oh! Kill the sheep! Kill the sheep!"

"I heard that trading with the prairie people is dangerous?" The businessman looked at the captain of the knight beside him, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Before here... a bag of salt costs 7 gold coins." The captain of the knight put the reins of the other horse on his saddle and replied without raising his head.

The businessman froze for a moment, and then he realized in despair how many gold coins he had just lost...