Chapter Twenty-Six: Canned After the three dukes visited the tinplate, commonly known as tinplate, the two dukes, Fourier and Euler, immediately hired Zhao Yannian to help them build a canning production line including tinplate production equipment and tinplate canning equipment.
The canning production line is not a simple machine, and Zhao Yannian tinkered in the laboratory for a week only to put all the design drawings on paper.
Then he came to the territory of the Duke of Rees with the drawings, and with the help of hundreds of alchemists under the Duke of Reese, he established a production line that could produce qualified canned food in a short period of time.
The Duke of Reesb's canning factory has built a fruit canning line, which can produce 20 to 25 cans per minute with a net weight of one kilogram, and in a place like the Otherworld, where human resources are abundant and there is no labor law, the factory can maintain a continuous operation 24 hours a day and night with a twelve-hour working day and night system.
This means that the cannery can produce between 28 and 36 tonnes of canned fruit per day, and the Duke of Rees has already pre-ordered two more canning lines for processed meat.
Making money by selling production lines, this is the way Zhao Yannian is currently thinking of making money.
With the help of Duke Reese's alchemist, Zhao Yannian successfully made a name for himself, and he didn't need to worry about his design being plagiarized, the alchemist's copying ability was very strong, but when they encountered micron-level precision electronic chips, no matter how strong they were, Zhao Yannian's current production of electronic chips relies on Xilu's computing and mechanical assistance to ensure that the chips can be used, and alchemists can't do such a delicate job purely by relying on mental power.
Before the popularization of physics, electronics, materials science and other disciplines, it was almost impossible for alchemists to imitate Zhao Yannian's electronic chips, and replacing the chip with artificial souls was indeed a solution, but the cost of artificial souls was not cheap, and the exploitation of buying artificial souls from alchemists who specialized in war puppets would not be gentler than Zhao Yannian.
Zhao Yannian originally thought that after signing a contract with the three dukes, he would need to run one territory after another to install and debug for them, but he didn't expect that after a brief discussion, the three dukes would actually gather hundreds of alchemists under their respective commands.
With the cooperation of more than 1,200 alchemists and tens of thousands of craftsmen, and with the three dukes using space equipment to transport materials and equipment, it only took one month for a canning factory with a daily output of 100 tons appeared in the territory of the three dukes in the northern territory.
As the fruits of the Northern Territory began to ripen in September, the chambers of commerce of the three dukedoms began to operate wildly, and the members of the chambers of commerce drove horse-drawn carriages to every village with road connections to buy fruits from farmers.
The northern territory is mountainous and hilly, in the early years, the heroes of the human expulsion of the Warcraft alien race to open up the territory in order to prevent the Warcraft from multiplying and flooding again, cut down most of the trees on the hills, but with the tragedy caused by several rainstorms and mudslides later, people began to learn from the pain, and replanted a lot of trees on the hills.
This choice gradually became a common practice with the acquiescence of the lords, and over time it gradually became customary, and the northern territory was called rich in large part because every foreigner who came to the northern territory would see fruits all over the mountains but no one picked and eaten, and these fruits, which were rarely seen elsewhere, were in the eyes of the peasants as nothing more than material used to feed the pigs and make wine.
Rotten fruit is even a swearful word in the northern territory to describe the lowliness of others, but from the beginning of the cannery, the rotten fruit may say goodbye to the lowly with time and time.
Under the busyness of the northern territories, batches of fruit were made into canned goods, and then loaded onto the wagons of caravans and began to be transported to the kingdom's inner borders.
In mid-September, after a long journey, the caravan finally arrived at the center of the human world, the royal capital.
In the course of a year, the buildings in the royal capital that had been destroyed by the Soul Eaters had long since been restored, and the streets of the royal capital had become bustling again.
Sir Laurent now routinely curses the orcs every day when he gets up, and this year because of the zombie plague, life in the royal capital has become more boring, and the nobles rarely hold public gatherings now, most of the time in groups of three or five drinking tea and chatting in their homes.
Sir Laurent bought a piano from Zhao Yannian's Chamber of Commerce last year, but unfortunately it was blown up in the air raid of the Soul Eaters a few days later, and Sir Laurent, who was lucky enough to escape because he was out, finally had no choice but to settle the account on the orcs.
"Damn orcs!"
Sir Laurent cursed again as he looked at the plate of mashed potatoes in front of him.
"Master, those black guys are still blocking the gate of the city, and the farmers don't dare to come into the city to sell vegetables, so only mashed potatoes can be eaten this morning."
The housekeeper looked helplessly at his master, who had become more and more grumpy over the past year, and said.
"Damn mashed potatoes!
I'm fed up with all this stuff that makes my stomach churn, and how do you let me go to the party after eating these stinky fart makers!
Sir Laurent had had enough of the mashed potatoes, and the old artist screamed as he slammed the table with his hands with knives and forks.
While Sir Laurent was carrying out his usual weekly roar of last few months, a servant of the household burst into the dining room with some colorful metal cans.
"Sir, this is a new canned fruit from the Northern Territory, and the guy in the store says it's delicious.
Now the people in the royal capital have gone crazy.
The sweaty servant put the can in front of Laurent, and said with merit.
"Oh?
How do you open this thing?
The butler went and fetched the knife.
Sir Laurent picked up the can and saw the fruit painting printed on it, and immediately aroused his appetite, and said a little anxiously.
"Master doesn't need a knife, you see that as long as you break this pull ring like this, and then pull it like this, you can open it."
The servant did not dare to reach for the can in Sir Laurent's hand, so he gestured with his finger beside him.
"Is that so?"
Sir Laurent was not very strong, but he still opened the can easily, and the emerald green creamy golden yellow of several different diced fruit pulps and sugar water filled the can.
The old knight picked up a spoon and scooped up a piece of pulp from the can, swallowed it into his mouth with the sugar water, and the moment he ate it, the original expression of irritability and impatience on Sir Laurent's face disappeared.
The fragrant flesh and sticky fruity flavours blend together to create a wonderful sweet syrup that calms Sir Laurent's irritable mind.
One bite was as fast as a mouthful, and when the old knight found that his stomach was too swollen to swallow a little more, the one-kilogram can was two-thirds empty.
"Pete, you've done a clever thing at last, stop buying those damn potatoes, go to the housekeeper and get the money, and buy me a can every day."
Sir Laurent, now burping fruity, leaned comfortably back in his chair and complimented the servant.
"Master, the guy in the store said that this kind of canned food can be stored for three years without spoiling, and the taste will not deteriorate, we can buy more and store it, and this kind of canned food not only has fruits but also all kinds of canned meat, those canned meat dishes are already made meat dishes, as long as they are poured out and heated, they can be eaten."
Hearing the compliment, the servant smiled and explained to Sir Laurent.
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"Oh my God, if you can keep it for three years, these cans canned food can't be made by magicians."
Sir Laurent marveled at cans that could last for three years without spoiling.
"This food was not invented by a magician, but it is almost the same, it was invented by an alchemist named Blake Rodnick, who sold this invention to the noble lord of the Northern Territory, and I heard that he made a lot of money."
The servant told Sir Laurent what he had heard in the shop.
"Blake Rodnick?
Alchemist?
Didn't he go to the northwest to become a noble lord?
Why did you run to the north again?
Is it the same name?
"Sir Laurent was impressed by the name Blake Rodnick, a musically gifted Earl, an alchemist who invented a great instrument.
Thinking of this, Master Laurent once again thought of the piano he had bought with his life savings but had been destroyed after only a few plays.
"Damn orcs!"
The big sale of canned food in the royal capital was unexpected by everyone, but it was reasonable, from the rebellion of the second prince of the royal capital to the attack of the soul eater, the nerves of the people of the royal capital have been tortured and fragile in the past few years.
The executioner's troops have not relaxed their investigation in the royal capital, which has caused ordinary farmers to dare not enter the city to sell vegetables and grain, and the lack of materials and the chamber of commerce in the royal capital have seized the opportunity to raise prices aggressively, making the lives of middle- and lower-class citizens miserable.
The characteristics of canned food that can be stored for a long time are destined to make small citizens who are already frightened birds rush to it.
The first batch of 100 tons of canned food that entered the royal capital for trial sale was sold out in just one morning, and the crazy citizens held gold and silver coins, and the encirclement of several chambers of commerce with the background of the three dukes in the north was exhausted.
The head of the Chamber of Commerce hurriedly ran to the Magic Guild and spent a large amount of gold coins to contact the head of the Northern Consulate to ask for a large number of purchases, as many as there were.
Other cities are in a similar situation now, if Zhao Yannian knew the current situation, he would definitely not feel weak about the 500,000 gold coins in his space ring.
At this time, Zhao Yannian was on the way back to his territory, and after helping the three dukes build a canning factory, Zhao Yannian went home with the remuneration paid by the three dukes.
The canning factory is now a bait, and the three dukes will definitely be ready to copy these factories after tasting the sweetness, but when that time comes, they will find that there are some fingernail-sized parts that they can't make at all, and at that time, Zhao Yannian can really count the money at home.
As for the other forces, seeing that the three dukes were making money, did they not take the initiative to find Zhao Yannian's house?