Elthazy Manor, in an underground wine cellar.

The deacon in charge of the cellar was rubbing his hands together, and although he was very upset about the royal family's seizure of the Elthhazy family's property, he did not choose to follow the down-and-out Prince Elthace, after all, it was a good job to take care of the wine cellar for the royal family.

Only this time, the cellar he was guarding was a little damaged, and of course it was Madame Sophie's fault, and it had nothing to do with him. But think about it, at least in front of this little master, it still has to be done.

"All the wine here is ruined?" Franz asked.

"Well, it turned sour a month ago." The deacon replied.

"A month?"

"Yes, a month ago."

"Then why don't you report it?"

"Because the wines turned sour, it was probably caused by the inferior wines that Madame Sophie had shipped."

"Maybe? I ask you why you didn't report it? ”

Franz's tone became stern, he didn't expect that the housekeeper in his manor was such a good person, guarding such an important wine cellar, and he didn't know how the wine turned sour, and he hadn't reported it a month after the incident.

The deacon also saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he came up with an excuse.

"I thought Madame Sophie would tell you, Grand Duke Franz."

"What a hopeless bastard." Franz made this assessment in his heart.

"What's your name? Mr. ”

"Furuyama Kase." The deacon replied.

"Well, Mr. Casse, you're fired." Franz said flatly.

"Why! I've been working for this estate for twenty years! Furuyama Kase said eagerly.

"Sir, please shut up, or I'll take you to court." Franz said.

Gushan Kase was about to argue, but was stopped by Taria.

"Mr. Casse, you have caused such a great loss to the Grand Duke, and it is already the greatest mercy to you for not holding you responsible, please don't continue to challenge the patience of the Grand Duke, the patience of children is very poor."

Gushan Casse felt that he was not wrong, but he did not want to anger Franz any further, for he felt that Talia had a point, and that the child had little patience, and that if he went to Madame Sophie, he would be able to make things clear and continue to be his own deacon in the manor.

Franz looked at the cellar full of wines, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, he didn't feel sorry for the wines, he just felt sorry for the wines that didn't sell them for their due value.

In fact, high-end wine is a luxury, and it is not worth much if there is more, so it's not that Franz doesn't want to make a move, but he can't make a move, but who would have thought that there would be a fire in the backyard, which is good.

"Franz, what are you going to do?" Talia asked.

"What else can I do, check it, after distillation, the less sour taste is sold as cheap wine, and the more sour can only be used as grape vinegar." Franz grimaced.

Westerners are jealous, both materially and spiritually, and have a long history.

As for why Westerners know how to make vinegar, because this thing really has no technical content, the earliest natural fermentation of wine and other natural fermentation with honey can make vinegar, it is estimated that a drunk man in ancient times drank too much and accidentally mixed the two things together and discovered the existence of vinegar.

Half an hour later.

"Franz, the assessment is done. After sorting just now, one-third of the liquor can be distilled and sold cheaply, and the remaining two-thirds can only be made into grape vinegar, which will affect the credibility of the royal family if it is forcibly sold. ”

"Okay. How much can it be sold for? Franz asked.

Talia blinked, gesturing five fingers.

"Just 50,000?!" Franz asked incredulously.

"It's five thousand!" Talia replied.

"If you remove the cost of handling these grapes and selling them, I'm afraid the actual profit is only 4,500 florins."

This. How is it possible that an unknown white soul-like object was floating out of Franz's mouth as he spoke.

Talia jerked the white mass back into Franz's body with her clip.

"In recent years, with the exception of Western Europe, where there have been bumper harvests, the price of wine has plummeted, and now the price of wine is only a third of what it was in 1830. The reason why the wines here sell for a high price is due to the name of the Elthazy family and the reputation accumulated over hundreds of years. ”

“.” Franz understood what Talia meant, and if she didn't want to fish as hard as she could, she would accept the loss honestly. But this flying disaster really made Franz very unhappy. However, Talia's words also reminded Franz that the continuous bumper harvest in recent years is not normal, and it is clear that natural and man-made disasters should occur frequently in Eastern Europe.

According to Franz's impression, this series of disasters included floods in Poland and rare floods in Hungary, which washed away a large number of farmland and houses, including Pedolfi's home, and was full of refugees for a time.

"Talia, how much money do we have now?" Franz said suddenly.

"I'll see." Talia rummaged through her clip, then quickly stopped.

"And 6,374,900 florins."

"Just exchange all this money for grain, grapes, or in short, agricultural products!" Franz said with some excitement.

"Franz, are you crazy? Yesterday, you were still sarcastic about your mother's inadequacy, why did you stud today. Talia suspects that Franz may have intermittent neuropathy, but that's no wonder, after all, it's a family disease!

"Let you go, and you go." Franz kept pushing Talia, and he didn't think there was any need to look at the cellar anymore.

"I'm sure of it! Within a year at most, there will be a great famine in Eastern Europe. When the time comes, the price of food will surely skyrocket. Franz explained.

"What if there is no famine in a year? The flour is going to spoil, and most produce has a shelf life of less than a year. Talia asked.

"Then make those flour into biscuits!" Franz replied.

"Cookies?" Talia was a little puzzled, because she had the impression that cookies were a very luxurious dessert.

At this time, there were no cookies in Austria in the modern sense, and the Austrian cookies were called cookies, but in fact, it was more appropriate to call them cookies.

Beat the eggs, mix them with delicate flour, add cookies and frosting, bake them and drizzle them with a layer of creamy chocolate

That's right! Super expensive!

"Are you sure?" Talia continued.

Franz thought that Talia didn't understand the meaning of this, so he explained it carefully.

"Flour can be stored for a year, and when the flour is processed into biscuits, the physical properties of the flour that becomes biscuits change, so the shelf life continues to be extended, so that it can be stored for another year."

Talia thinks it's a good idea, but isn't it too expensive to make cookies?

"Actually, you can consider making macaroni or noodles, which will be much cheaper, and it will be easier to sell to those poor people." Talia suggested.

Franz didn't understand what Talia was thinking.

"Why? Biscuits can be taken out and eaten directly, without the need for fire, without water, and can even be sent to the army as dry food. What if I encounter an enemy while cooking macaroni? Surrender? ”

I don't know why, as soon as Talia talked about macaroni, it made Franz think of Italy, seeing Taria's insistence on noodles and macaroni, and now Franz began to wonder about Talia's ethnic composition, whether she had Italian ancestry.

(End of chapter)