Ties, shirts, vests, vests, boxers, suits, trousers, gentlemen's hats, leather shoes, Liszt had a series of clothes he wanted to produce.
But he couldn't be so unconventional. After all, he was just a country Baron. If one day he became the king of a country, he could reform at will and lead the trend.
Now he could only endure the cumbersome clothing to maintain the so-called aristocratic decency.
"Master, I gave the servants half a day off. Starting tomorrow, they will work wholeheartedly for the castle."
"Well, you see to it."
"Yes."
Liszt, who was sweating from the heat, had little interest in chatting: "Mr. Carter, have someone prepare bathing water for me. This weather is not very friendly to people."
"As you wish." Carter hurriedly told the maids to prepare bathing water.
Nowadays, the small castle always had bathing water, because the servants knew that their master was an aristocrat who was extremely fond of cleanliness. It was normal for him to wash once a day, twice a day, or three times a day. But it was abnormal not to wash for a day.
After taking a bath, he changed into a loose robe.
This robe was a kind of pajamas. The aristocrats here also knew that it was uncomfortable to always wear tight formal clothes, so they changed the pajamas into home clothes.
Liszt still felt that it was cumbersome and uncomfortable to wear.
In the summer, he liked half-sleeved shirts and T-shirts the most, so he rolled up the sleeves of the robe, revealing half of his arms. Although this was not in line with aristocratic etiquette, in the small castle, who would dare to pursue his small transgression. The countryside also had its advantages.
"Master, unfortunately, we don't have ice, otherwise I could brew you a cup of crystal sugar water to dispel the heat."
"Even in Tulip Castle, there is not much ice to squander in the summer. I can bear this difficulty, but unfortunately, I can no longer drink cold beer." He did not like to drink. Now he drank at banquets because his predecessor loved alcohol and needed to socialize.
But he only liked to drink cold beer in the summer, which was cool and bright.
Midsummer was approaching, and it was getting hotter day by day. In his memory, the hottest time on Coral Island was when eggs were cooked on the ground. It was estimated to be 40 degrees Celsius.
Every year, many serfs would die of heat.
"I heard that saltpeter can be used to make ice. However, saltpeter is difficult to obtain. It seems that there are no saltpeter mines on the Coral Island, and even if there were, I wouldn't be able to recognize them … I remember reading that the earthen corners, stables, and toilet corners in the countryside are rich in saltpeter. However, the Flower Town only has wooden houses and no toilets …"
Basically, Liszt could not replicate the technology of making ice with saltpeter.
Like the other nobles, he could only hide the ice in the icehouse during the winter and move it out during the summer. "Mr. Carter, don't forget to remind me to build an icehouse this winter."
"Yes, Master."
…
Dinner.
As usual, Gort, Markus, Isaiah, and Blair were invited. In the Flower Town, only these four people were qualified to eat at the same table as Liszt.
"Liszt, the planning for the oyster settlement has been completed. Tomorrow, the first batch of oyster settlement fishermen will wear the new equipment you have prepared for them and head to the East Coast to officially fish. They are all old people, women, and children. They are stupid and impulsive. For the past two days, they have been picking shells on the seashore. "
When the news of the lord personally hosting a seafood banquet spread, the commoners followed suit and prepared to go fishing for seafood to eat.
They always followed the actions of the lord.
Liszt said solemnly: "Teacher Gort, you must properly guide the safety. I don't want any commoners to be in danger because of eating seafood. As the town's officials, you must pay attention to this idea. The population is the most important productivity of the Flower Town. "
They might still be inwardly disapproving.
However, Gort and the others, who already understood Liszt's attitude, still nodded without hesitation, expressing their understanding.
"Then tomorrow, if you have time, come with me to the oyster settlement to see the effect of the fishermen's first beachcombing. At the same time, you must actively publicize every kind of seafood that can and cannot be caught. In addition, you must also teach them how to preserve the seafood. "
"Sir Baron, we have already organized the clerks to repeatedly emphasize this point. Moreover, the clerks have also tasted the seafood in the castle. They are very enthusiastic about this. "
"Very good."
The next day, after calculating the time of low tide, Liszt arrived at the oyster settlement with the retainer Knight. The oyster settlement had yet to start building houses. Just a piece of wasteland not far from the seashore had been leveled. In the future, wooden houses would be built.
At this time, there were about two hundred old, weak, women, and children carrying baskets or wooden buckets on the East Coast's flat beach, constantly rummaging through every rock and shoveling every piece of sand.
Many of them still didn't have gloves, shovels, hammers, and other tools. They had to rely entirely on their hands. The output of the town's tailors and blacksmiths could not keep up.
"Sir Lord!"
After seeing Liszt, the fishermen saluted.
Liszt nodded slightly in response to the fishermen. Riding Firedragon, he strolled around. Beachcombing was very tiring, being exposed to the wind, the sun, and the blisters. However, the workload was not very heavy. Therefore, the fishermen, who had always felt like 'idling', were now very enthusiastic. Whether they had experience or not, they were very busy.
After watching for a while, Liszt felt unbearably hot. He hurriedly hid under the coconut tree.
He raised his head and looked at the tall coconut tree, feeling that something was not quite right. After a long while, he understood: "There are no coconuts!"
Thereupon, he turned around and asked the clerk beside him: "Does this tree not bear fruit?"
"It bears fruit. Sir Lord, this is a fragrant coconut tree. Its fruits are called fragrant coconuts. However, when the fruits are very small, they are picked by the monkeys of the Thorns Ridge."
"Monkeys?"
"They are a kind of grayish-yellow monkeys. We call them fruit stealing monkeys. They are very fierce. Sometimes, they will go to the farmlands in groups to destroy the crops."
"Fruit stealing monkeys …" Liszt nodded, not saying anything.
He suddenly recalled the news he had seen. It seemed that in some Southeast Asian countries, there was a tradition of training monkeys to pick coconuts. Coconut trees were very tall, making it very difficult for humans to climb them. However, monkeys could freely pick coconuts from the trees. If the town also trained a group of fruit stealing monkeys, they might be able to develop a coconut business.
Of course, he was still not sure whether this fragrant coconut tree was a real coconut tree or not. In winter, the Flower Town was covered in snow for more than two months. If it was a real coconut tree, it would have already frozen to death.
"How does the fragrant coconut taste?"
"Once, I picked up a fragrant coconut that was dropped by a fruit stealing monkey. It had a lot of milk-like juice inside. It tasted sweet and sour, very delicious."
Liszt's appetite was aroused.
There were many such fragrant coconut trees on the East Coast. If they could be protected, he should be able to harvest a lot of fragrant coconuts. It could be regarded as a kind of beverage, and could even be developed into a specialty.
He cast his gaze towards the Thorns Ridge in the distance: "Sooner or later, I will take down the Thorns Ridge and eliminate all threats to the Flower Town!"
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