Chapter 16: Invention of New Potions and Food
September, 1458 of the Holy Calendar.
Morning Frost Ridge welcomes the second day after the lord takes office.
A notice was posted in front of the Lord's Mansion.
Considering the low literacy rate in this world, Yeats specially sent people to sneak into the crowd and read to the villagers.
"From today on, anyone who pays a complete pair of 'butterfly wings' to the Lord's Mansion will be rewarded with fifty copper coins, limited to two hundred places!"
In an instant, the villagers were in an uproar.
The Golden Lion Kingdom is a copper-based system. Copper coins are more common than gold coins and silver coins. One gold coin is equal to ten silver coins, and one silver coin is equal to one hundred copper coins.
It is difficult for an adult to earn fifty copper coins a day, which is enough for a family of three to enjoy a sumptuous meal for a day.
Now the lord is offering such a reward, but all he wants is simple butterfly wings. Even a child can complete such a task!
In front of the Lord's Mansion, the people's faces were full of suspicion and they were talking a lot.
There is obviously something wrong with this reward. How can a butterfly wing be worth fifty copper coins?
The nickname of the new lord is well known. "Kuchiki" offered such a bounty, I am afraid he is not specifically trying to make everyone happy!
Even though people were full of doubts, few people dispersed, and more and more people gathered in front of the lord's mansion. This was also the result of Yeats inviting a child care worker to support him.
Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a suitable level, Yeats personally walked out of the Lord's Mansion, faced the eyes of the people, and said loudly:
"Please rest assured, this reward is absolutely effective!"
As rumored, the young master of the Berlandi family is naturally good-looking and can naturally win people's favor.
But no one dares to be the first to step forward. Who knows what’s weird behind this reward?
After another quarter of an hour, the crowd showed signs of dispersing. Yeats felt bad and was about to ask the child to take action, but he heard the trembling voice of a little girl from the crowd.
"Lord...Lord, I brought the butterfly wings back...can you really give me fifty copper coins?"
Yeats glanced but saw no one, and then realized that the crowd had blocked the little girl.
He walked towards the source of the sound, and the adults stepped aside.
A little girl wearing a red hood with a wooden basket in her hand, holding a dead butterfly in her hand, raised her blue eyes, her tone was scared but expectant.
"The butterfly is here."
The little girl in the red hood was very embarrassed, but she still mustered up the courage and tried to look at the lord.
"Actually...two, no, one copper coin will do..."
Yeats tried to make his smile more friendly, and took off the money bag from his waist in front of everyone.
Then he counted fifty copper coins in his palm and put the coins back into his purse.
"Give me the butterfly, and then these copper coins will be yours." Yeats shook the money bag in his hand.
The little girl in the red hood slowly opened her blue eyes, and a glimmer of light lit up deep in her eyes.
Immediately, she held up her hands tremblingly.
Yeats removed the butterfly from her palm and placed the money bag in her hand.
The people around him showed expressions of astonishment.
It’s actually true!
A pair of butterfly wings can be exchanged for fifty copper coins from the lord. He did not break his promise!
The smart man has left the crowd and is going to the wild forest to catch butterflies.
After all, the reward is limited to the first two hundred people, first come, first served!
The surprised reaction of the people was exactly what Yeats wanted.
Not only to pay tribute to a wave of Shang Yang and win the trust of the people.
At the same time, butterfly wings are also an important material for making new healing potions.
Yeats complained in his heart.
“It’s okay to pay tribute to Shang Yang, but don’t pay tribute to Shang Yang who was divided into five equal parts...”
At this time, a peasant woman with a worried face rushed into the crowd. She looked around and glanced at When he saw his daughter standing in front of the lord, he turned pale with fear.
The peasant woman hurriedly stepped forward to grab her daughter, protected her behind her, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice:
"Lord, my daughter is still young and ignorant. If she I offended you unintentionally, and I beg your forgiveness!”
"You misunderstood." Yeats helped the peasant woman up, "Your daughter has not offended me in any way, and she is the first to complete my reward!"
As he said that, Yeats looked at The little girl in the red hood smiled and said, "What's your name?"
"My name is..." The little girl looked at the silver-haired boy, the fear on her face gradually dissipated, and said softly, "Rigiele Fu.”
It’s too hard to remember.
Yeats said to himself, just call you Little Red Riding Hood!
The peasant woman's eyes widened. She looked at her daughter in surprise. Her eyes fell on the purse in her daughter's palm. She thought of the rumors this morning and looked at Yeats with deep gratitude.
Yeats smiled and said: "It's getting late, you two should go home -"
Soon, Yeats turned around and said to the villagers who were still present:
"The reward for butterfly wings is still valid. I, Yeats, will keep my word!"
It's night.
In the lord's mansion, candles are brightly lit.
In just one day, two hundred pairs of butterfly wings were collected, and Yeats also paid ten gold coins according to the reward.
Invisibly, Yeats could clearly feel the change in public attitudes, as if a piece of ice was gradually melting. Office, fireplace burning.
Gray walked in with a bag full of butterfly wings and said strangely: "Yeats, what are you going to do with so many butterfly wings? Are you going to bake them?"
Yeats held his forehead and stared at the account book: "Can butterfly wings also be barbecued?"
Gray said seriously: "If it were you, I would not be surprised at all to make a barbecued butterfly!"< br>
What he said makes sense... Yeats rubbed his brows and ordered:
"Forcas, you go and recruit two herbalists with experience in making potions, and find another one who can do it. A skilled cheese worker is paid seventy copper coins a day.”
The daily salary of seventy copper coins is a real high salary, so there is no need to worry about finding people.
"I obey, young master."
Fokas said: "The reward for defeating the Demon Flame Sheep that day was specially delivered to my house tonight by a knight. There are five gold coins in total."
"Great!"
Yeats was worried about huge financial pressure.
“The wheat and blue mountain flowers I asked you to purchase are all ready.”
"Yes, according to your request, there are exactly two hundred ingredients for refining the medicine." Forkas said.
"Wheat, blue mountain flower?" Gray said in surprise, "Yeats, you are going to make a healing potion!"
Healing potion is the most common magic potion, and its formula is well known , is the first magic potion recipe that many adventurers learn.
“To be precise, it is an improved version of a new type of healing potion.” Yeats said, “It is a formula that I figured out myself. I add butterfly wings to the healing potion and change a few steps to increase the amount of it. "The effect of the medicine."
Gray's eyes widened, as if he heard something appalling:
"Improved potion formula? Or did you figure it out yourself?"
Yeats said calmly: "Don't ask, asking is talent."
Gray Heart said, compared to those fighting talents , I envy you even more for your talent in food and potion specialization!
The cold wave is coming, and Yeats does not have much time to make the potion himself.
Recruit two credible herbalists, teach them the formula, and then sell the potions produced to the Starlight Chamber of Commerce. This is Yeats's plan to generate income.
Although the formula will be cracked soon, there is no patent law in this world, and the business of new healing potions cannot last long.
But in the early stage, it can provide a valuable first pot of gold.
Moreover, the magic potion formulas that Yeats was familiar with were far more than improved healing potions.
For example, the croton formula suitable for catching pets must be considered for sale later...
The next day, the two herbalists Yeats asked Furkas to recruit had arrived. Lord's House reports.
One of them is a gray-haired old woman named Giselle who runs a herbal medicine shop in Chenshuang Ridge and has rich experience in making potions.
The other one is about ten years old and wearing a red hood. She was the first little girl to hand in her butterfly wings yesterday.
“Little Red Riding Hood?” Yeats said in surprise.
The little girl in the red hood said as softly as a mosquito:
"Back to Lord Lord...my name is Reggie Leif...not Little Red Riding Hood."
Next to Little Red Riding Hood, stood an old lady with a kind smile, saying:
“Lord Qi, the child Reggie Leif has a unique talent and is born with the ability to respond to nature, so in herbal medicine He has unique insights into learning.
Rigi Leif lowered his head even more, his cheeks flushed
Yeats rubbed his chin. Natural? It sounds like a druid's talent. No wonder he has knowledge about herbalism.
Well, it’s a character that can be focused on cultivating!
“I have a task to give you.”
Yeats handed a piece of parchment into the hands of Granny Giselle and said: “Follow the recipe on this paper. With the process, plus two hundred ingredients, I can make as many potions as possible. "
Grandma Giselle opened the parchment, looked at it carefully, her eyes slowly opened wide, and she said in disbelief: < br>
“This is... an improved version of the healing potion?”
"That's right." Yeats said shamelessly, "It's my original creation!"
There is no alchemy pharmacy in the lord's house, but Granny Giselle's herbal medicine shop does have special equipment.
Yeats made an agreement with her to use her equipment to make potions during the period of employment, and would give her an additional ten copper coins every day.
Granny Giselle led Little Red Riding Hood Reggie Leif out.
Before Yeats had time to have lunch, he ushered in the third employee brought by Forcas.
A tall, fat middle-aged man rubbed the back of his hand uneasily back and forth on his trouser legs, and said nervously:
"Lord, my name is Rolf, I run a bakery, making butter and cheese. He is also very good at it... I heard that you were recruiting skilled workers who can make cheese, so I came over."
Yeats sat at the writing table. , opened the Necromancer's production manual, turned to the page dedicated to fermentation, and muttered:
"Rolf, have you ever heard of cheese fermented with mold?"
"I have heard about it, Lord Lord, but it requires unique skills. I don't know this skill." Rolf lowered his head in shame.
"In fact, I intend to provide you with a related new technology. Due to the fermentation of mold, there will be a unique texture after the production."
Yeats explained: "Compared with mold cheese, I I plan to give it a better name, such as Morning Frost Cheese”
(End of this chapter)