Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0039 Transaction
Chris has a complete technology tree of the world, and what is stored in his mind is the crystallization of all the wisdom of a civilization.
This means that as long as there is a suitable metal, he can skip bamboo and cotton filaments and directly use tungsten filaments to produce light bulbs. This is a matter of experience. Edison needs to experiment 1,000 times, while Chris only needs one.
The main reason that prevented him from immediately putting light bulbs into production was that tungsten ore was not easy to find, and electricity was not abundant, so it was impossible to use light bulbs on a large scale immediately. The problem still existed. What prevented Chris from developing was the restriction of production capacity, not the inability to break through technology.
Once the time for debugging countless failed experiments and the time for developing raw materials are saved, human scientific progress is actually very rapid. Many people only see the long development of civilization, but fail to see the rapidity of civilization after it has accumulated to a certain extent.
The train was invented in 1804, practical railways appeared around 1840, and cars appeared almost twice as fast, arriving in 1886.
The subsequent development of airplanes was even faster than expected: the airplane was invented in 1903, and it took only 40 years for it to develop into the jet stage...
How long did it take humans to make the magnetic motor start generating electricity? Chris was able to outline the entire principle and structure of the magnetic motor in just one night without taking any detours.
Similarly, Chris knows how to cook delicious French meals, how to cook Hangzhou home-cooked meals, and even some of the most secretive cooking methods of lost delicacies.
It’s just that he can’t present it himself. After all, unlike scientific experiments, cooking requires certain skills and talents.
Even so, when Chris wrote the recipe and gave it to his chef, he could clearly feel that his food standards were obviously improving. What's more interesting is that several chefs have worshipped Chris to the point of prostrating themselves, and they would rather not receive a salary and ask to work in Chris's castle.
According to these chefs , in this castle, they can touch the true meaning of food. It is a kind of pious pilgrimage, similar to the feeling of fanatics seeing a temple.
"This is the first time I know that Merkur fish can be so delicious when cooked like this! It turns out that we can only eat it by boiling it." While happily fiddling with the grilled fish on the plate with a fork, the knowledgeable Gurlo couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Being able to eat such delicious fish is definitely a kind of enjoyment for people of his age. Now Gurlo, or everyone in this castle, can be said to be very rich. They don't have much happiness to pursue now, so every time is especially cherished.
"For the first time, I feel that eating, which is a waste of time but has to be done, is a kind of relaxation and enjoyment." Smith, who is focused on the research of industrial production, was also full of food and wine at this time, and sighed while touching his round belly.
Des looked as if he had lost all hope in life, because the food he had been eating had been getting worse and worse recently. Now that he had eaten such a delicious fish, it was a complete subversion of his twenty years of life.
Can you imagine such a scene? When you thought you had eaten all the delicacies in the world, you found out that what you had eaten was actually swill; and when you thought you were going to eat garbage, you saw the pinnacle of the world's delicacies...
"I think, Your Majesty, you should prepare such gatherings more often, which is conducive to the unity of your subjects..." Deans put down his knife and fork in a dignified manner, looking righteous. However, the sauce on the corner of his mouth betrayed him, making the Home Secretary look very funny at this moment.
Chris nodded, thinking this was a good idea. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and said, "From now on, whenever I'm in the castle, I'll call you all to have dinner together."
"Hurray!" Smith was the first to cheer, and the others were also smiling. But at this time, Deans let out a wicked laugh.
Looking at the people staring at him, he shrugged his shoulders sheepishly and explained himself: "Well... I remembered the unfortunate Strid..."
"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed when they heard his words. Strid, the foreign minister, was destined to miss many delicious foods because he had to go on a diplomatic mission to other countries. Now it seemed that he was very unlucky.
"For Elan Hill!" Chris raised his glass and cheered loudly amidst laughter. Everyone followed him and raised their glasses, echoing loudly: "For Elan Hill!"
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A team of cavalrymen in black armor, holding high the royal flag of Elanhill, escorted a long convoy of carriages and moved slowly across the plains.
Above their heads, the black eagle flag fluttered in the wind, and their armor rubbed and bumped with the steps of their horses. Every knight stood straight, because they represented a great country that had never been defeated since its birth.
On the distant hills, a group of grassland cavalrymen gathered little by little. Each of them rode three horses and looked very powerful.
"Whoa!" After approaching the Ailan Hill caravan, a leading grassland general pulled his reins. The leopard-headed, round-eyed general sat on his horse and looked at the well-equipped Ailan Hill knights: "I hope what you brought is valuable and good stuff."
On the other side, the leading Knight Elanhill grinned, pulled his reins, turned his horse's head, came to a carriage, drew out his sword with a "clang", and stabbed the sack behind the carriage.
"Wow!" White powder began to flow out from the gap and scattered on the grass like a silver waterfall, flowing like a spring, which was pleasing to the eye.
The general on the grassland saw the white powder falling, and his eyes widened. He didn't even have time to give orders, he clamped his legs around the horse's belly and rushed towards the carriage.
Then, he got off the horse, staggered a little due to excitement, and came to the carriage. He caught the falling silver powder with his hands, put it to his mouth and tasted it: "Ah! It's salt!"
Because of the distress, he even wanted to reach out to block the hole made by the long sword, but he found that the entire carriage was covered with the same sacks. In shock, he turned around and looked at the captain of the Ailan Hill cavalry: "Are these all salt?"
The smile on the face of Ailan Hill's cavalry captain became even brighter. He pointed to the long convoy behind him and said affirmatively: "20 carriages! They are all loaded with salt. There are another 20 carriages, loaded with ironware and porcelain."
"Salt!" As if he had thought of something, the grassland general turned around, raised his right hand to the cavalry he brought with him, and shouted loudly.
"Oh!" Those fierce prairie cavalrymen immediately shouted like a tsunami, one wave higher than the other. Many people dismounted and gathered around the carriage, looking at the salt bags that were rarely seen before with curious eyes.
"Oh my God! It's iron! It's iron!" On the other side, several grassland people who lifted the curtain of the carriage shouted in horror. They saw that the identical, shining iron pots were stacked together to save space and built into a huge iron pillar.
In some carriages, neatly stacked snow-white porcelain dishes were placed. The crystal-clear rice bowls made the not-so-rich grassland people drop their jaws. They stroked the porcelain bowls, which were as soft as a woman's skin, and were reluctant to let go.
After venting his anger for a while, the grassland general finally remembered something. He walked to the cavalry captain of Ailan Hill with the reins, put his right hand on his chest and asked, "We know that these are expensive goods. I wonder how much Ailan Hill wants us to pay this time?"
"Porcelain is cheap, a bowl costs 40 copper coins... The iron pot is more expensive, after all, we are also short of iron, the price is 25 silver coins..." The knight captain of Ailan Hill did not speak. A businessman next to him picked up a new calculating tool called an abacus and talked endlessly about his income this time.
In fact, he still made a lot of money, because the purchase price of these things in Ireland Hill was about half of his current offer.
"As for salt... the price is very fair, 50 gold coins per cart... I'll leave the carriage to you." The merchant was calculating with great joy: he had made a great harvest this time, with a gross income of nearly 1,300 gold coins.
The transaction volume of just one caravan is equivalent to the annual tax tribute of Seris Castle. One can imagine how huge the profits are for Ireland Hill, which is now desperately industrializing.
Originally, when the general heard the number of 50 gold coins, he was ready to be ripped off by the profiteers. But when he heard the unit was "car", the expression on his face became interesting.
He looked up at the captain of the Knights of Ailan Hill, raised his hand and handed the reins of his warhorse to him: "You are the most respectable businessmen I have ever seen! This warhorse is the most majestic on the grassland, I give it to you! As a testimony of our friendship! Welcome to the grassland, we will not stop drinking tonight!"
"Kill the sheep! Welcome the distinguished guest!" He shouted to his tribesmen, and those who were riding on horses or had dismounted also shouted cheers that had never been heard before: "Oh! Kill the sheep! Kill the sheep!"
"I heard that trading with grassland people is very dangerous?" The merchant looked at the knight captain beside him with a puzzled look on his face.
"Here before... a bag of salt cost 7 gold coins." The knight captain tied the reins of another warhorse to his own saddle and answered without looking up.
The merchant was stunned for a moment, and then he realized in despair how much gold coins he had just lost...
