Gold coins.
Liszt didn't have much of this stuff. His current liquidity was only about a hundred gold coins. The territory did rely on the Flower Caravan business to make a lot of money, and taxes were increasing day by day. However, the expenditure of the territory was also growing day by day.
Liszt's own food and drink expenses were at least a few dozen gold coins a month.
Those strange delicacies were not valuable, and the cost of materials and labor were very cheap. What was valuable was the World of Warcraft meat. He had become a meat-eater who couldn't live without World of Warcraft meat – if it wasn't for the territory that could produce its own potions, his personal consumption would be even more terrifying.
The construction of the territory was even more expensive.
If Black Horse Island was developed, it would be a huge black hole. At least for a year or two, it would be difficult to see any benefits. The development of Flower Town was basically on the right track, but the cost was definitely not small.
It seemed that nearly nine months of development had cost Liszt at least thousands of gold coins.
If there were no smoke missions, he couldn't imagine how many things could be done.
So.
This time, there was a gap of 500 gold coins. Liszt still had to rely on the reward of the smoke mission. After thinking about it, he was going to find the Count tomorrow and exchange Mithril for a batch of gold coins.
… …
The next day.
The sun didn't rise in time, so it looked a little gloomy.
The Count had already gotten up and was writing at the desk in the study. He had been very busy these days and needed to sort out the distribution of the spoils.
"Liszt, you got up early." The Count motioned to Liszt to find a chair to sit on. "Didn't Levis pull you to talk about war stories all night?"
"In fact, my brother's eloquence still needs to be cultivated. He is still far from being able to talk all day and night."
"Well, he really doesn't have the talent of a diplomat. What do you want to drink, red wine, or coffee? "Chatting with his son, he always felt that the atmosphere would be more stiff if he didn't drink something.
Between father and son, they could never reach the level of understanding between mother and daughter.
"Is there milk? I don't want to drink and I don't like coffee early in the morning." Liszt could no longer live without milk. For the time being, he could not drink the milk of his own dragon breed cows, so he could only drink ordinary milk.
When the servant brought the freshly brewed milk, Liszt could clearly feel that the quality of the milk of the Tulip Castle cows was far worse than that of the Flower Town cows.
The cows on the dairy farm, even if they didn't become dragon-type cows, had definitely undergone mutation.
"I've been bathing with flower soap for the past two days. It's really good. This industry should bring you a lot of income." The Count said.
"Two or three gold coins a day. That's about the same as the seafood business back then. But now that the seafood business is about to stop, the profits are not as good as before. The Flower Soap is temporarily unable to expand to the outer islands due to limited production, causing my funds to be in a very tight state. "
"The development of the Flower Town has already surprised many people, including me, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Pressure.
There was no pressure.
Liszt felt that his daily life was really stress-free. He ate, drank, practiced martial arts, wrote, rode a horse, walked the dog, played with the elves, and patrolled the territory. Occasionally, when he had inspiration, he would let the serfs realize it, or he would follow up on the smoke mission.
In addition to being happy, he was also happy.
Of course, this degenerate and corrupt life still needs to be low-key. He said in a joking tone, "There is still pressure. If I want to achieve my wish of riding a dragon before the age of 30, I need to work hard all the time."
"Well."
The Count was not used to this joke for a while. "Don't be too ambitious."
Liszt nodded. "In fact, I want to become a Sky Knight as soon as possible. I heard my brother talk about your battle with Count Figo. I am very fascinated."
This idea was much more realistic, and the Count easily accepted it. "I hope that all four of you can take the Sky Knight as your goal. Every generation of the Tulip family is pursuing progress. The Knight's enterprising spirit should never stop, and strive to turn pressure into motivation. "
"I understand. Now that I am an adult, the things I used to be ignorant of are now clear." Liszt said, suddenly remembering something. "By the way, Father, in addition to bringing a batch of Flower Town specialties and delicacies to Tulip Castle, I have also specially prepared a gift for you and my brother."
"Oh, what gift?"
"A telescope."
Liszt took out a pair of well-made telescopes from his pocket, handed them to the Count, and instructed the Count how to use them. "This is a pair of stretchable monoculars. You put this small eyepiece in front of your eyes. Yes, that's it, and then point the large objective lens out of the window."
When the Count did so, he was shocked at first glance. "Oh, my God, the sea of Tulip flowers seems to be in front of me!"
"You can pull the telescope's objective lens out, yes, it can be pulled out longer."
"It's getting closer. Can they move? Is this magic?" The Count held a pair of binoculars and kept looking at things in the distance. He was very excited. "I see Silva. He's holding a cigarette in his hand. He's looking for a place to smoke. It's a handmade paper cigarette. It's made with fireweed, not fire."
Holding the telescope, the Count began to peep. Silva, the deputy butler outside the castle, did not know that his little action of smoking was seen by the Count.
The excited Count could not stop for a while.
Liszt was very satisfied with the effect of the telescope, but Silva's smoking made him suddenly think – should he invent matches?
The ignition tools in this world are the 'fire grass' that can be rubbed, and the 'fire folding' that is configured with fire grass as raw materials, which are far less convenient than matches.
Lighters are more advanced and more convenient.
But Liszt doesn't think he can invent a lighter, the technical content is too high.
As for matches, there is no technical content. The only problem is that the match head uses phosphorus as a ignition material. If he remembered correctly, it uses red phosphorus. Red phosphorus and a substance that can make red phosphorus rub to ignite fire are applied to the match head and the matchbox.
When used, it is rubbed. When not used, it is called a safety match.
"Phosphorus … I still have a lot of knowledge about phosphorus." Liszt thought silently.
First of all, rural farming is indispensable for a fertilizer called phosphorus fertilizer. Secondly, it is said that the discovery of phosphorus element originated from alchemy. A guy who dreamed of alchemy accidentally refined phosphorus from urine. Thirdly, it was learned in middle school geography textbooks that there is a country called Nauru where bird droppings piled up and produced phosphorus rock.
Finally, the legendary ghost fire is said to be formed by phosphorus in human bones burning in the air.
"So, if you want to get phosphorus, you have to deal with feces and urine?" Liszt was helpless. He didn't want to be a TFBOYS. "It is best to find bird droppings. Find an island with many seabirds, maybe there will be phosphorus rock … Even if I can't get phosphorus, I can use it as fertilizer, phosphorus fertilizer."
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