Food Poems

Chapter 18 The First Pot of Gold
"Boss, the effect of this potion is really much stronger than before!"

The tiger man licked the wound on the back of his hand that was cut by the dagger. It was bleeding just now, but now it has healed and faded. "Although it is not as good as high-level potions, it is definitely popular among adventurers!"

Lena remained silent, with a fiery gaze in her golden wolf eyes. She realized the huge business opportunities contained in Yeats' letter.

A bottle of high-level healing potion costs as much as one gold coin, while a low-level healing potion is worth no more than one silver coin.

After Ye Zhi's improvement, this new potion would be in short supply even if it was sold for more than four silver coins, and the profit would definitely be an astonishing figure!

"The key to improvement is the butterfly wings...?"

Lena's eyes flickered, and she quickly realized the reason why Yeats offered such a huge reward, which might be related to the production of this new potion.

But Ye Zhi was not afraid of the news leaking out because, firstly, the unique process would not be cracked in a short period of time, and secondly, he did not intend to keep the formula hidden forever.

He is a smart man.

Lena's opinion of Yeats rose again.

Although the market for healing potions is vast, competition is extremely fierce.

Even if Yeats invented a new formula, it would soon be cracked by professional potion masters.

In this case, it would be better to use this new formula to exchange for funds as soon as possible and then invest in the next business.

Lena vaguely felt the baron's ambition.

Not everyone has the courage and determination to throw out "a hen that lays golden eggs".

Either that person is arrogant and ignorant, or he has absolute confidence in his own abilities.

Judging from his age and past experience, Young Master Ye Zhi is very likely ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth...Lena's mouth curled up slightly...However, I prefer to believe the latter situation.

In the letter, Ye Zhi mentioned that he was willing to sell the formula of the new healing potion to the Starlight Chamber of Commerce, with the additional condition that the Starlight Chamber of Commerce would fund the establishment of a new potion workshop in Morning Frost Ridge.

If you do not agree, Morning Frost Ridge also has a batch of nearly 200 bottles of new healing potions that we are willing to sell to the Starlight Chamber of Commerce. We offer a favorable price and long-term cooperation.

Go to Morning Frost Ridge to invest in a workshop?

Lena burst out laughing.

The cost of building a new workshop is not a small amount, and once it is built, it will be necessary to hire labor from Morningfrost Ridge in order to save costs.

Morning Frost Ridge could be razed to the ground by monsters at any time, so this investment would most likely go down the drain.

But this young master, bet I'm interested in his formula -

indeed.

Lena took a sip of wine to suppress her inner restlessness.

I am not only interested in this recipe, I am extremely interested!

Ye Zhi couldn't handle the business of the new healing potion, but the Starlight Chamber of Commerce could.

Even if other chambers of commerce will take away a piece of the pie sooner or later, at least we can seize the early advantage!
"Then let's cooperate." Lena made a secret decision.

In early autumn, the chilly evening breeze blew up the wolf girl's fiery red hair. Her golden eyes were blazing as she looked toward the northern night sky, where a star was shining brightly.

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On the fourth day after taking office, the first autumn rain fell in Chenshuang Ridge.

The clouds in the sky were like a thick gray felt, drizzle fell silently in the fields, the muddy road was empty, and the oxen were chewing grass slowly in the simple shed.

The wind blew up the autumn leaves, which fell into the rippling puddles. Phocas looked up at the rain dripping from the edge of the shed and gently placed his hand on the white horse beside him. Radish snorted in response, and his breath formed white steam.

In the office, the fire in the fireplace is warm. A girl with brown ponytail is sitting on a high-back chair next to the fire. She rests her arms on the back of the chair and tilts her head to look at the boy sitting at the desk.

The noble boy had sharp features and a focused look in his green eyes. The fire cast a shadow on his profile. His slender hands tried to turn the quill, but the pen fell on the table and he picked it up again.

"Where did you learn this habit?" Gray asked. She had seen this scene many times. Yeats seemed to always spin his pen, and sometimes the ink would splash on his clothes. Now he has restrained himself a lot.

I learned this from my homework experience in high school.

When Gray heard this, she didn't understand.

Yeats said calmly:

"If you're bored, go check on the dead branches you planted and see how they're growing. If they're ripe, kill them."

In order to lead the barren Morningfrost Ridge through the cold wave, Yeats decided to provide the villagers with fuel for the winter.

To this end, Yeats set aside a "cultivation area" in the forest outside the village specifically for growing dead branch monsters.

The appearance of the Dead Branch Monster is a plant made up of several dead branches. It has almost no fighting power and can be easily chopped down by an adult male swinging an axe. However, it grows very quickly. In "Phantom Wings", it is often used as fuel by players to ignite and maintain fires at night.

In order to prevent the dead branch monsters from jumping out of the range he had defined, Yeats added the feces of their natural enemy, the grass lizard, into the potion, thus defining an area for the dead branch monsters.

In the previous life, there were always some players who said that the life of the dead branch monster is also a life.

Ye Zhi not only plans to breed dead branch monsters, but also plans to use dwarf or goblin technology to make some "automatic monster spawning cages" in the future!
Gray said with resentment, "Only you, Ye Zhi, can do something like planting monsters."

"Who said that? As early as the ancient times, there were documents that recorded that humans cultivated dead branch monsters and used them to cook and keep warm!"

Yeats said, "Can you be as smart as our ancestors?" Just as Gray was about to retort, there was a sound of pecking at the wooden door.

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up and he asked Gray to open the door quickly. A wet snowy owl flew in from outside.

"Goo!"

The Snowy Owl stood on top of the fireplace, ruffling its feathers and squinting its eyes in comfort.

Ye Zhi took a blanket and covered the snowy owl's head, saying with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work in delivering the letter."

"Gu! (＾ω＾)"

It’s just a small matter!

Immediately, Yeats opened the letter brought back by Snowy Owl, read it carefully, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"What did the letter say?" Gray asked curiously.

"The Starlight Chamber of Commerce has agreed to invest in building a potion workshop in Morning Frost Ridge."

Ye Zhi smiled and said, "This will significantly increase the fiscal revenue of Morning Frost Ridge."

"That's great!" Gray said happily.

"The key point is that the Starlight Chamber of Commerce is willing to invest in Morning Frost Ridge, which means that our interests are aligned. If necessary, we may be able to pay to hire their caravan guards."

Yeats rubbed his chin.

"In addition, Lena quoted two hundred gold coins for the formula. Taking into account the purchase price of the first batch of potions, this business can make about two hundred and eighty gold coins."

"How much?!" Gray's eyes widened.

Ye Zhi showed a look of "look at what you have accomplished" and said slowly:

"There is still room for negotiation on the formula purchase price. I think I can make 300 gold coins from this deal in the end."

Gray counted on her fingers and showed an incredible expression.

In just a few days, I earned three hundred gold coins?
Is this Yeats’ talent? He is so talented!
Immediately, Gray said with anticipation, "Then can we have a good meal tonight?"

Yeats nodded with a smile.

Gray: (*^▽^*)
Yeats: "Just eat the screaming mushrooms you killed yesterday."

Grey: ???
The Screaming Mushroom is a fungus monster that looks like an ordinary mushroom but will scream loudly when approached by humans.

Gray had been patrolling the forest these days and had killed quite a few fungal monsters. She felt a little nauseous when she thought of mushrooms.

"By the way—"

Yeats smiled and raised a finger.

"The louder the screaming mushroom screams, the tastier it tastes."

Gray covered her ears and said, "Who wants to listen to this kind of unpopular knowledge? I definitely won't eat it!"

That night.

[Butter-fried Screaming Mushroom: 1 star. This dish is made by frying Screaming Mushroom with butter. It has a delicious milky flavor and a rich flavor. After eating it, your hearing range will be temporarily improved (small)]

The Snowy Owl pecked at a piece of Screaming Mushroom and squinted his eyes in delight: "Gu!"

Gray picked up a piece of mushroom with a fork, looked at its golden surface, swallowed hard, and put it into her mouth.

"Hmm..." Gray opened her eyes slightly.

The mushrooms have a slightly crispy texture and are savory on the inside, and the butter adds a hint of sweetness.

"Yeats, another serving of screaming mushrooms!" Gray handed over the bowl.

Ye Zhi looked dead in the eyes: "You clearly didn't say that before dinner."

Gray scratched his head and said, "Really? No, hehe..."

Ye Zhi sighed helplessly and his eyes fell back on the letter at hand.

The formula business is not a long-term solution after all.

After all, I was able to innovate the formula without even knowing one step. Even if I had talent as an excuse, I would still be suspected.

Ultimately, it comes down to developing territory.

"It seems I have to go to the copper mine myself."

Ye Zhi glanced at Gray, who was pretending to be cute and silly, and then looked at the drizzle outside the window, thinking:

"How can selling ore be as profitable as selling smelted products? This first pot of gold is enough to build a new smelting workshop next to the mine..."

(End of this chapter)