When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#715 - Shengxieting Vegetable Market Street (Part 2)

Grossen, however, was not lying to his brother-in-law. They hadn't walked far before settling down at a food stall.

The stall was sewn together from oilcloth, leather, and tapestries, with the cold wind blowing around their ankles through the gaps in the ground.

After ordering a plate of potato cakes, a pot of pork bone soup, a dozen freshly baked bread rolls, two beef patties, four fried eggs, and a plate of nut pastries, Grossen and his brother-in-law sat waiting in the cold wind.

In fact, since Black Snake Bay joined the Holy Union, the entire commercial environment had rapidly changed.

To say nothing of other things, just look at how generous these restaurants and food stalls are with spices, and you'll understand.

After the completion of the six docks on the Ibe River and various basic road constructions, merchant ships from both sides lined up on the river like long dragons.

Before the price of white sugar in Windmill Land plummeted, the prices of spices in Thousand River Valley and grains in Black Snake Bay also experienced a sharp decline.

Basically, the empire's annual spice production of 300 tons was all poured into Thousand River Valley within half a year. Spices have now become an essential seasoning comparable to salt.

Those poorly handled fishy and rancid meats and vegetables can basically be suppressed with spices.

Moreover, spices, in addition to flavoring, also have a preservative function.

Northshire, in particular, every manor has a meat curing workshop, producing large quantities of cured meat, sausages, ham...

The massive orders from the army during the Black Snake Bay war more than doubled the annual income of the people of Northshire.

Not to mention the clothing orders brought by Melia's establishment of a new army and training of standardized cavalry, every household in South Mander County echoed with the sound of weaving.

Of course, this also brought an unexpected consequence.

Because of the increased demand for meat, Northshire's original cattle and sheep farming space was insufficient, and acquisition costs began to rise.

So, the people of Northshire used a large amount of their income to buy weapons and armor and hire retired Salvation Army veterans, gearing up to reclaim the grassy meadows of Stonecliff Township from the Kingdom of Norn.

South Mander County, in addition to requesting the construction of dikes, also hoped to send troops to Gravel Plains, not to annex it, but to create an open market, would that be acceptable?

Opening the Black Snake Bay market, in addition to the above benefits, also brought huge benefits to Grossen himself.

Because after the Black Snake Bay market opened, Slime Juice workshops sprung up in Longdike City and Celestial Maiden City, which could absorb a large amount of surplus labor at once.

Slimes are pests in Black Snake Bay, and the Secret Society used to pay people to eliminate them.

Now, not only are they eliminated and made into Slime Juice, but they can barely balance the income and expenditure.

These low-priced Slime Juices instantly crushed the original Great Marsh Township slime farms, and a large number of farm owners went bankrupt.

Just as the Teibo River was initially completed in September, and the water level of North Marsh dropped.

Grossen and his cousin Palak quickly entered the market, taking out loans to acquire a large number of bankrupt slime farms, transforming them into fishing grounds and aquaculture farms.

Part of it is used to raise freshwater shrimp for quick returns, and part is used to raise carp, which can be sold in March this year.

In addition to the orders from the army, Grossen's biggest goal this time is to try to enter the fresh fish market of the Holy Machinery Court and Joan Fortress.

Because the navigation of the Erno River allows Grossen to quickly transport fresh fish to Joan Fortress.

And with the influx of a large amount of precious metal currency, the demand for fresh fish among the common people will definitely increase.

This time, he brought his brother-in-law to Autumn Dusk Island to negotiate with the merchants in Vegetable Market Street and have them stock up on his carp.

Even if the profit is small but the sales are high, he can still make money.

"Brother-in-law, it smells so good."

Hearing his brother-in-law's loud exclamation, Grossen looked up and saw a pot of milky white pork bone stew with white radish and light green vegetable leaves being brought up.

A hazy mist rose, and Grossen stirred the bottom of the soup with a spoon, and sure enough, black spice powder floated up.

He picked up a ceramic bowl and scooped a bowl for his brother-in-law and himself. After a mouthful of pork bone soup with oil, Grossen instantly felt his whole body warm up.

Looking at his brother-in-law, who was drinking soup and chewing on golden potato cakes like a starving ghost, Grossen revealed a nostalgic smile.

Relying on Holy War bonds, army orders, and aquaculture, Grossen and his cousin Palak became rich overnight.

In just three years, the total assets of the Grossen brothers reached 200 gold pounds, and their annual income from bonds and aquaculture was about 20 gold pounds each.

The brothers, who were originally bachelors, instantly became popular in the marriage market.

His cousin Palak married the second daughter of a Joan Fortress city hall official, and he married a nun who had returned to secular life.

This nun came from a knight family, and her eldest brother was a knight in Hotam County, but he died of illness in the war.

Who would have believed that a farmer who had been a bachelor all his life would have a knight's income in three years and marry a knight's daughter who was less than twenty years old?

But this does not mean that Grossen has no sense of crisis, because army orders account for the majority of their orders.

If the army cancels the orders, he will immediately be beaten back to his original form.

He must have his own people in the army system.

Grossen had thought about if he had children, the eldest would go to Fowlick Middle School, and the second would let him join the army.

But that was at least a dozen years later, a bit too late.

So, he set his sights on this brother-in-law, who came from a knight family, trained from childhood, and was strong and powerful.

Falsifying his age to seventeen, working in the army for three to five years, and trying to win a small officer position.

Once the officer position is in hand, Grossen can then sponsor him to go to military academy for further study.

If all goes well, when his brother-in-law is promoted to a middle-level officer, his own children should be entering the army.

Looking at this sixteen-year-old brother-in-law who was taller than him, Grossen cleared his throat and was about to speak when he heard a "boom".

Then there was a burst of rapid crackling, and then the entire shed shook.

Accumulated snow fell, smashing the passers-by on the head and face.

Gravel and lime powder rolled through the gaps in the shed, and several diners jumped onto the stools in fright.

The watchman's whistle sounded outside, and the surrounding diners curiously lifted the curtains and poked their heads out.

Telling Kalle to stay where he was, Grossen followed the crowd out.

Following the crowd, he stepped over the bluestone floor tiles, passed through the small path between the sheds, and came to the railing along the river.

Many citizens had already gathered here, holding onto the wooden railing, pointing and gesturing at the small cargo dock in the distance.

Grossen stretched his neck, squeezed his head out from between his shoulders, and finally managed to see a rough outline.

On the cargo dock, a strange wooden boat was broken and floating on the water. Several dockworkers were dragging a shivering young man out of the icy water.

The front half of the wooden boat was hitting a stone pillar of the dock, the rear half was floating upside down, and the rear end was reinforced with an iron frame, connecting to a spinning wheel.

Under the spinning wheel, you could vaguely see a vortex-shaped thing. Was that mithril spring?

Just as Grossen squinted his eyes, wanting to see it clearly, a shadow blocked his view.

"Disperse, disperse, the Royal Academy of Engineering is testing a new ship."

"Nothing to see, disperse, disperse!"

Before Grossen could see clearly, the watchman waving an iron-skinned stick came out and began to drive away the crowd watching the excitement.

As a qualified small businessman, Grossen would naturally not confront the watchman.

After taking one last glance at the wooden boat, he returned to the food stall with curiosity and contemplation.