The east coast was a few kilometers long, with a total of 171 fragrant coconut trees of various sizes.
The small fragrant coconut trees might only be a few meters tall, and some even had just sprouted seedlings. The largest fragrant coconut tree, the one where the Wind Peregrine Falcon and the fruit stealing monkeys fought, was nearly sixty meters tall and slanted towards the sea.
Liszt rode Fierydragon and hid in the shade of the tallest fragrant coconut tree. He guessed that if a sprite worm was really born, then it must be this' tree king '.
The worm stalk was far larger, stronger, and more spirited than ordinary plants.
If it were before, he would have had to search tree by tree to determine if it was a worm stalk. But now it was different. He directly released Magic Eyes and looked at the top of the sixty-meter-tall fragrant coconut tree.
There was a slight change in his field of vision.
Faint light blue magic power was circulating in the canopy at the top. It was not very clear, but it was enough.
"There are traces of magic power. Sure enough, this fragrant coconut tree has already become a worm stalk. My eighth sprite worm is about to arrive! However, this sprite worm climbed a bit high. " Liszt thought about it and decided not to investigate it himself. Climbing a tree was really unbecoming of a lord.
He turned to look at the fruit farmer on the side: "Your name is Giggs, are you the manager of the fruit stealing monkeys' training ground?"
Giggs nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Sir Lord."
"Can you climb trees?"
"Yes."
"Then climb the tree, and be careful not to damage the bark. Go up and see if there is anything unusual about the fragrant coconut. "
"Yes, Sir Lord." Giggs immediately used his hands and feet to climb the canopy.
Although not as fast as the fruit stealing monkeys, he was still steady and arrived at the canopy little by little. A moment later, Jiggs climbed down and began to report, "My Lord, it's very strange. There's a fragrant coconut that looks ripe and very sweet. It's also very, very big. Oh, it's as big as a washbasin."
A normal fragrant coconut was about the size of a big bowl.
Now that there was a washbasin-sized fragrant coconut, there was no doubt that there was a sprite worm hidden inside.
Liszt smiled: "Giggs, remember, this tree is a worm stalk, and the fragrant coconut is giving birth to my sprite worm. You have to look after this tree for me. You are not allowed to touch the fragrant coconut, and you have to go up and observe it once a day. If the fragrant coconut cracks, inform the castle immediately, understand? "
"Heavens, is that a sprite worm? Unbelievable!" Jiggs was overjoyed and hurriedly replied, "Sir Lord, please rest assured, Jiggs will definitely guard the sprite worm!"
He nodded lightly.
Liszt concentrated and summoned the smoke mission.
He felt a little smug. He had just completed a smoke mission half an hour ago, and now he had completed another one. This efficiency was too high.
As expected.
Smoke Serpentines: "Mission completed. Reward: fragrant coconut sprite worm."
In a flash, a new mission appeared: "The new milky bread brought by the caravan made Raynor of the bakery have a flash of inspiration. He wants to make a new kind of bread, and perhaps adding some meat would be a good idea, but he is very distressed that he can only sell black bread. Please help him realize the development of a new kind of bread. Reward: Shipwreck Treasure. "
"Shipwreck treasure?"
Liszt's eyes shone. When he saw the word 'treasure', he couldn't help but feel excited. What could be more exciting than finding a treasure and obtaining an unexpected windfall?
The mission must be completed.
"Raynor wants to make a new kind of bread, adding some meat? Is he going to invent meat floss bread? "
The cooking industry in this world was still stuck in a very primitive state of food processing — barbecued meat, grilled fish, boiled eggs, boiled meat, fried steak, cold salad. Sauce was invented, and people liked to put some sauce on everything they ate. Milk was limited to making cheese and pudding, and people liked to stuff minced meat into it.
The most frightening thing was that people liked to add intact ingredients to the paste and roast them. They called it "pie!"
Mrs. Abby used to be very good at a kind of food called shiitake pie. The specific method was to mix flour, sugar, and oil into a paste, then sprinkle the whole shiitake mushroom into the paste and put it into the oven to roast. Thus, a shiitake pie was ready.
Liszt really couldn't get used to eating this "pie". He always felt that it was an insult to his taste buds.
Even his IQ.
But many times, he had to endure the devastation of this dark cuisine. He deeply regretted not going to the New Oriental to learn how to cook.
Eight hundred stainless steel beds, two hundred people …
Bread was the staple food of another world. From the king to the serfs, everyone ate bread. It was just that the aristocrats ate white bread, while the poor ate black bread. The aristocrats certainly had their own requirements for food. Unfortunately, the talent of the chefs was limited. After so many years, white bread was still white bread, and black bread was still black bread.
"How do you make meat floss bread?" Liszt recalled the meat floss bread he had eaten. "It seems that you sprinkle some meat floss on top of the bread? But how do you make meat floss? "
He couldn't figure it out.
He quickly put away his thoughts, gave a few instructions to the fruit farmers, mounted his horse, and left the oyster settlement. The retainer Knight had already gone to inform Gort. Liszt didn't need to worry about the protection of the fragrant coconut tree's cordyceps. He was ready to set off for the town's bakery to inspect the lives of the commoners.
The bakery was located in the most conspicuous location in the town. It was a rare two-story wooden building.
Bread was sold on the first floor, while the baker's family lived on the second floor.
The bakery mainly offered two kinds of services. One was to sell all kinds of black bread, and the other was to bake bread. Not all serfs could afford to buy black bread. Most of them used the bakery's oven to bake the black bread with their own bran and other materials.
Raynal was a freedman, as well as the town's wealthiest freedman. Reportedly, his family property was worth as much as five gold coins.
He was fully deserving of being the Flower Town's richest man.
However, there were also people who said that the old drunkard was the richest man. He had sold his blacksmith shop to the lord for three gold coins. Despite his good wine, but his blacksmithing skills still brought the old drunkard a lot of wealth.
At this time, Raynal was guarding the oven, waiting for a new batch of bread to come out of the oven. However, he was a bit distracted. He was one of the few people in the town who could regularly taste white bread. A few days ago, the caravan had brought milk bread. He had bought a bit and tasted a different and wonderful taste.
It also made him understand that bread could be made to taste better.
"Can I make better bread?" In the past, he wouldn't have even thought about it. Because even if he could make it, no one in the town could afford it.
But now it was different. The road to the Thorns Ridge had been opened. The castle's caravan would go out to trade practically every three days. He could go with the caravan and sell his bread outside. It would be fine as long as he could go to the Northvalley City, where many aristocrats lived.
"Moreover, I can also sell it to Sir Lord." Raynal recalled the day the caravan arrived. When he met Mrs. Abby, he chatted with her and learned that she could only make the simplest white bread, "Sir Lord should be tired of the monotonous white bread. Most of the caravan's milk bread has been bought by the castle."
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