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Pots of whale oil are boiled out.
Soon everyone discovered a serious problem.
There are not enough barrels to hold oil.
The sailors didn't care and took out their own washbasins and footbaths, but they were still not enough.
Based on the principle of absolutely no waste.
The sailors began to go around to borrow barrels.
Fortunately, the people of Ningbo are grateful for the Japanese guards.
We were able to survive this disaster entirely because of the large yellow croaker prepared by Wowei. Everyone knows that even if the large yellow croaker is sold for ten or twenty cents, it still has no worries about sales, and it is still sold for one cent, so it is natural to save it. The one who saves people.
Many people survived because of this.
People all have a simple concept. If you save me, you are doing me a favor. I may not be able to repay this kindness, but it is trivial to borrow a bucket.
Many people rushed to bring their own footbaths, washbasins, bathtubs and buckets. On the beach, countless basins were piled up like a mountain.
A pot of oil weighed nearly 100,000 kilograms. After it was heated and cooled, it was put into a basin and gradually began to solidify.
Tang Yin followed his teacher's method, took a few spoons of oil, inserted a wick, and then ordered someone to take a fire stick and light it.
Wen Yansheng was reluctant to leave. In his life, since the Japanese guards came, he has become more and more knowledgeable.
I thought this oil was for food.
I couldn't help but salivate a little, but when I saw Tang Yin using it to make wax, I couldn't help but feel disappointed, so I swallowed the saliva back, don't waste it.
The wick lit up and gave off bright light.
The light is much brighter than ordinary candlelight.
Wen Yansheng is a scholar. Scholars love to read at night. When he saw this bright light, he was happy: "This light is quite bright."
The two of them had returned to the water village, and three taels of whale oil were lit just like this. The room was bright, and the two of them chatted for a while. Wen Yansheng couldn't help but look at the oil, and couldn't help but take a breath: "This whale oil has been burned for so long, and there is almost no trace of loss to the naked eye."
"Ordinary candles will probably disappear in an hour, but this whale oil
"This is a treasure." Wen Yan said with joy, "I have nearly one hundred thousand kilograms of oil, but I don't know how many candles can be made, but it can burn for such a long time. We are scholars who want to study at night. With this thing, we can get twice the result with half the effort."
Tang Yin was also shocked.
Lighting is an extremely luxurious thing in this era. Scholars only light candles at night. Ordinary people would not be willing to do so at night. Firstly, candles are expensive. Secondly, candles are not burned and only provide the light of cardamom. It is not only troublesome to the eyes, but also harmful to the eyes. Not bright enough.
Now that we have this whale oil, who is willing to use ordinary candles?
"A giant fish can produce so much oil. If so, if we catch more fish, how much can we produce every year? This is really good stuff."
Wen Yansheng tutted in praise.
Tang Yin was also shocked. According to this calculation, two ounces of oil can actually burn for five hours, which is enough for ordinary people to use for four to five days. And one pound and sixteen ounces, two ounces becomes one candle, and one pound is eight candles. , one hundred thousand kilograms of oil is equivalent to nearly one million candles. This is just one whale. If more people are caught in January, even if the candles only sell for one or two cents, it is still a terrible figure.
Of course, there is no need for Wawei to make the wax himself. He can just sell the whale oil directly. I'm afraid there are people who are willing to make the wax for him. Over the course of this year, he will make countless profits.
We only have one ship for Japanese guards now. What if there are more?
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Noon.
Wen Yansheng is already busy.
A load of whale meat was delivered directly to the house.
His happy ancestor cooked a piece and added some salt. When he ate it, it tasted fishy. Wen Yansheng shook his head. However, this whale meat did not resemble fish meat. Instead, it had a chewy texture like beef. .
The Chang Sui on the side looked at the prefect.
Wen Yansheng wanted to say that it was similar to beef. He was about to speak, but he carefully swallowed it back. Although beef can be slaughtered as long as it has official documents, because cattle are good helpers in farming, people do not regard the behavior of eating beef. If you are more or less disgusted, you are a dignified parent, so it is better not to mention beef.
"The meat is tender and sinewy. The quality of the meat is good, but it has a fishy smell. It's a pity." He smiled. In fact he really missed the beef he had eaten a few years ago. It was really worth it. I miss those days. It tastes really good. Unfortunately, even for him, it is a luxury to eat beef. He continued: "But if you can hide the fishy taste, it will definitely be delicious."Fang Jifan said: "I told you."
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Fang Jifan added another sentence: "There are countless fish on the vast ocean. These are meat and there is inexhaustible food. If we catch them, it can relieve the court's food shortage problem and satisfy the people's appetite. This kills two birds with one stone." .¡±
Zhu Houzhao nodded again: "That's very good, but"
Zhu Houzhao stopped writing: "Lao Fang, in order to seize the remaining ships from the Ministry of War to our Zhenguo Mansion, we are a little bit desperate. It is better for me to ask my father directly."
Fang Jifan glanced at Zhu Houzhao with a half-smile.
Zhu Houzhao felt that his pride was stimulated: "It's almost time to come. I am my father's son, dear."
Fang Jifan waved his hand: "I know that this is the biggest problem. Just because he is his biological son, His Highness can still live until now, otherwise"
"Otherwise what?"
Fang Jifan raised his head and looked at the beam: "Otherwise, you are not His Majesty's son, and you are not mentally ill. Although Your Majesty is generous, I'm afraid you have died a hundred times. I am a bit straightforward, so don't mind." (Remember. Website address: www.hlnovel.com