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Chapter 51 Winemaking

Come to a wooden boardroom located deep in the plantation.

Unlike the simple wooden fences outside the plantation, the protection here is much stricter.

It is still a hundred meters away, and it is blocked by a fence more than two meters high. The wooden boarded house is huge in area, with thousands of square meters and rectangular shape.

The surrounding walls are also more than three meters high, and there is a huge iron door on each side. When the iron door is closed, the room is pitch black and no one can observe the situation inside from the outside.

There were also guards around him. After Link took over Miluo Island, the guards here were replaced by him as Vigian mercenaries.

Link and his group walked near, and Carl, who had been notified, was already standing at the door of the board room.

Waves to Carl to come.

"Does the natives have clues about that?"

What Link is naturally talking about is the most primitive demand of the indigenous men on the island.

"I have already negotiated with a large tribe outside the island, and they want to exchange it for black bread."

Link frowned: "Why is it that thing about black bread?"

The grain stored on the island is mostly black bread and wheat. The storage time of black bread is relatively short compared to wheat, so it is first supplied to the indigenous people on the island, which has been consumed a lot during this period.

"They think that black bread is easy to handle, and they can be eaten after boiling in water. Wheat is too troublesome to process and it is irritating to taste."

Link was stunned when he heard this: "Hitting your throat? They wouldn't cook it without removing the shell, right?"

"Uh, that's it, because eating so much will make you feel stronger."

After hearing this kind of bizarre news, Link is now immune to the various behaviors of the natives of the Gini.

"Then exchange it for black bread. Is our grain inventory enough?"

"Only wheat is left, but it can be supported until April next year."

"When will that governor come?"

"The pigeon said it was mid-next month."

Link thought that it was December and there was nearly a month left to prepare.

"The Holy Water Trading Day is similar to the arrival of the Governor. Remember to remind me to prepare in advance."

Link told the secretary.

Carl should go down and open the iron door of the prefabricated house casually.

When everyone entered the prefabricated room, four long stone tables were placed parallel to the prefabricated room.

There are also some pressing equipment made of stone or iron on the stone table.

There are no natives here, and the servants of the manor work here.

Their original belonged to the old Bob, but they did not receive much influence after changing their owners on Miluo Island. They were just sent to this prefabricated house to work. Although they were a little hard, they had no worries about their lives.

Link looked at the servant standing on the "workstation" and skillfully stuffed a peeled sugar cane into the machine in front of him. Two stone millstones squeezed the sugar cane.

The servant opposite stood on the two stomping fights and stepped hard. With his exertion, the lever connected to the stomping fights drove the belt to rotate, causing the stone millstone to squeeze the sugar cane that was put into it.

Within a few breaths, a piece of sugar cane was juiced.

Link felt a little magical. Here he seemed to think that he was in a factory workshop, and these long stone tables were like assembly lines, quickly squeezing sugarcane into sugar water.

“How much sugar cane stock do we have?”

The last batch of mature sugar cane has been juiced, filtered, dried, made into sugar crystals and sent to the duke's collar.

This batch is late-ripening sugarcane in the plantation, and the quantity is not too large.

"Sir, I asked the manager here that the remaining inventory can squeeze out about 3,000 liters of sugarcane juice."

"Frank, ask your guy how much wine can you produce with so many ingredients?"

Link didn't know what he thought, so he could only ask professionals.

Frank hurriedly brought together several masters with winemaking experience and discussed it very quickly.

After the discussion, several masters touched the sugarcane juice, looked, licked, turned around and studied the storage clay tank and other equipment, and then discussed it again.

Link listened to the discussions about fermentation, storage, temperature and other issues they discussed, but he was not impatient.

He believes in the principle of professionals dealing with professional issues, and unless he is doing it himself, he is not going to intervene with his hands.

Finally, the discussion of this group of mountain winemakers has been completed.

"Sir, we have discussed that according to past experience, the wine yield rate of these sugar cane juice can be about 20%.

A leading and looking oldest master came out to reply.

"That is to say, it can produce 600 liters of sugarcane wine, one liter and two bottles, and can fill 1,200 bottles?"

"Sir, this is a conservative estimate, and it may actually be more."

The older winemaker added respectfully.

After hearing this, Link finally felt at ease. He was conservative with 1,200 bottles, worth 600 Golden Snake Coins, and this scale can cope with the first transaction.

After thinking about it, he looked at the master in front of him and felt more and more kind-hearted and more pleasing to him.

"From the future, you will be responsible for the brewing matters in the plantation, Carl, and raise their treatment to the basic management level!"

Of course, Link would not expect him to give a speech, and his tyrannical aura was exuding, and his subordinates obeyed the rules and did not give him any rewards.

This is naturally unrealistic. The island's treatment is divided into ratings, and the average Vigian mercenaries each person is 20 silver snake coins per month.

Because the mountain people were replaced by slave contracts with employment contracts, they did not have to pay any compensation for the first five years.

The small managers who originally belonged to the old Bob on the island, such as the carriage transportation manager, the dock manager, the fleet manager, etc., were replaced by Link. The new managers received basic manager treatment, ranging from 50 silver snake coins to one golden snake coins per month.

As for his elder brothers such as Tony, Kenneth, and even Varre and the newly joined Frank, Link never told them about the reward, but the money spent on them was not at all.

Link prepared a bunch of weapons and equipment that were often priced at the Golden Snake Coins. When they applied for supplies and money, Link would not ask about it.

Even half a year ago, when Link and a few old guys were in the most difficult period at sea, they could not make a few silver snake coins after a transaction, and he would give them the money he saved to drink and eat some good food.

This allowed Tony and the others to follow Link wholeheartedly.

Link, who solved the big problem, took everyone away from the plantation.

When he passed by, he saw the lazy and working in the indigenous people, and he remembered a plan he had once again.

"Carl, can these Gini become warriors again?"

When Link looked at them, their "experience bars" were all gray. Link himself analyzed that it was the natives who were working on the plantation, so they were not classified as warriors.

"Sir, of course it's OK, but do you really believe in their combat effectiveness?"

Carl looked entangled. After watching Tony's training to the mountaineering and Vigian mercenaries, he no longer had confidence in the combat effectiveness of the natives.

What's more, these Gini people in the plantation who have not fought for a long time.

"I have my own way."

Link looked at the indigenous people who were undulating in the sugarcane fields in the distance with confidence.
Chapter completed!
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