In mid-July, Yat handed over the army to Odo and Angus, and he also focused his main energy on the construction of the territory.

In a small cabin downstream of the stream next to the valley wood fort, Yat and Robert, the priest of the army, were preparing a dangerous and unusual black powder potion in the cabin like an alchemist. A twine stained with pine oil was burning from one end to the black powder.

The wooden house is very empty, with buckets placed in all corners of the house. There is a wooden table in the middle of the wooden house. A small pile of black powder is contained in the pottery tray on the wooden table. There is a screen block next to the wooden table that looks like a giant shield with a small window on the top.

Behind the screen, Yat and Robert were wearing half-body armor and bucket helmets, looking at the twine that was about to burn to the black powder with great nervousness.

The flames moved closer to the powder along the twine little by little, and Yat's heart became more and more nervous.

Finally, the flame was attached to the powder, but the explosion that Yat expected did not even appear. The black powder was burned by the flame for a long time before it slowly ignited, and the speed was very slow.

Robert walked out of the screen with a disappointed look on his face, took off his heavy helmet, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, turned his head to say to Yat, "Sir, give up, it's useless. This black powder potion is not as powerful as tinder oil."

Yat also took off his helmet and walked to the bucket in the house to pour water on his face to cool down. "Father Robert, have you really seen the black potion that can explode violently?"

Robert touched the burnt residue of the powder potion on the table and replied, "Of course, in the name of God."

"It was a priest who returned from the holy land brought back to the church. He put the black powder potion into a small fist-sized pot, and threw it into the fire. The pottery pot exploded with a "bang!" in the fire, and the fire was blown out directly, and fire fires flew everywhere."

"But the church believes that this potion is a magical witchcraft handed over by the devil to the pagans, and no one is allowed to use this thing, and the priest died soon, so I have never seen that black potion again."

"Your potion looks a bit like it, but its power is~"

Robert couldn't bear to attack Yat because he spent a lot of time almost every day to develop this powder in this cottage, just like an obsessed alchemist.

Yat was indeed quite disappointed. He thought that things he had seen in his previous life should not be difficult to make. He had all gathered charcoal, sulfur, and saltpet, but the problem was that he really couldn't remember the comparison between the three, or whether there were other additives besides these three things, so he couldn't figure it out. And after asking everyone around, he knew something similar. Robert, the only one who had seen this thing, had only seen it...

In a fit of anger, Yat swept the wooden bowls, pots and buckets on the wooden table to the ground, "Md, waste my time!"

Seeing Yat's emotions, Robert stepped forward and smiled and advised, "It's okay if you can't do it. If you really do it, the church will ask you to repent. If you don't do it well, you have to ask you to go to the cross to roast the fire."

Yat sighed deeply, and had to give up this "big killer weapon" for the time being, "You are right, let's stop here, and wait until the time is ripe in the future."

Yat patted the black powder on his hand, walked out of the wooden house door, and ordered Stanley, the guard standing at the door, "Package everything inside and seal it in a wooden box. Lock this room for me, and no one is allowed to enter without my permission."

"Yes, sir!" Stanley replied loudly.

The development of the "big killer weapon" ended in failure. If it continues, Yat may be lucky enough to match the best ratio, but it is not much time left for Yat to build a territory, so it is impossible for him to devote all his energy to this matter.

But there will be one gain if you lose ten thousand times.

Just as Yat sat in the office room of the Lord's Mansion with a frustrated face, Cooper hurried into the Lord's Mansion from outside with something.

"Master, it's made! It's made!!" Before the Kuber arrived, the voice arrived first.

Cooper has always been calm, and it should be quite a matter of what can make him excited.

Yat stood up from behind the wooden table and walked to the door of the office, "What did it be made?"

While approaching, Cooper handed a plate to Yat with both hands and replied: "You made this "bark paper" trial-made by the workshop!"

Yat looked happy and quickly took the thing handed over by Cooper. After careful consideration, the smile on his face faded a lot.

This so-called "bark paper" should be called "straw paper" in Yat's memory, which is a very rough paper. The idea of ​​making "bark paper" originated from seeing several textile workers in the workshop using the most primitive methods to beat and rinse the wool. When the weaver beat and rinse the wool, a layer of grease mixed with wool appeared in the basin...

However, the plate in front of you is much different from what Yat imagined. The "straw paper" in my memory is already the roughest, but compared with the thing in front of you, the straw paper is as delicate as the skin of a noble lady.

This "bark paper" is made of birch bark as raw materials, and is made through mashing, grinding, steaming, pulping, pulping, pulping, drying and other processes. Although this "bark paper" is very strong and will not be easily damaged, it is still a long way from Yat's idea. Not to mention that the color of the paper is too dark and yellow to affect its beauty, the main reason is that its surface is too rough, and even the thick bark is embedded on it, which cannot be written at all, and the thickness is too large, which is not convenient for storage and carrying.

"Master, I know this thing is not available yet, but it has been a progress. The pulp we took out before can be formed." Cooper explained and comforted.

Yat relaxed his emotions and showed a smile, "Well, although there is still some difference with my requirements, it has made great progress. I think your main problems are in several places. One is that it is not crushed and ground fine enough. Look, there are thick bark on the paper. You asked the craftsmen to find a way to pound the bark a little bit and grind it finer. The second is that the color is too thick. You asked the craftsmen to ask the textile workers how they make the wool white. The third is that it is too thick. This piece of paper is thicker than birch bark. Why do I still need to use paper and use birch bark directly to finish it soon?"

"Master, we have tried it. If the pulp is too thin, the paper will not be able to form a board," Cooper explained.

"That should be because your slurry is too thick and there is not enough steaming time. You try to improve it."

"Tell the craftsmen who test papers that if they can use the methods I teach as the basis and try to make thin, white and delicate bark paper, I will give them a reward, each with two hundred Finneys. The better the paper quality, the higher the bounty!"

When Cooper heard that Yat was going to offer a high reward, his face began to feel a little embarrassed. Now Cooper is in charge of the civil affairs of the entire Baron territory, with more than a thousand mouths to eat, drink, live and transport, and also cultivate farms, purchase supplies, build workshops, build houses, and pay for officials. None of them is not cost money, not to mention the growing army's gold-eating beast.

The old man has become more and more stingy recently and is increasingly reluctant to spend money.

"Master, we give high salaries to the craftsmen every month. It is natural for them to do their best to do our best. Why do you have to give them an extra bounty? You are anxious to expand your army now, and the baron is not much money left. Moreover, Salter has purchased a large number of workshop equipment from Provence, and we also need to build workshops. This money is really...."

"Cooper, I know everything you said. But I still expect to make a lot of money by selling this paper in large quantities. If there is no incentive method, the craftsmen will just do their best. When will I make it?"

"It is worth spending more money during development, believe me! Just do it." Sub-specific downgrade.

Since Yat has decided, Cooper will no longer raise objections, "Master, since you have made up your mind, I won't say more. But I have to give you a clear idea. At the beginning of the month, 200,000 Finney was allocated to the army for military expenditure and military pay for the next half year. Only 130,000 Finneys remain in the civil affairs. This money not only needs to maintain the daily consumption of the territory, but also needs to be used to build a new workshop, which may not last a year."

Yat was also worried, and now both military and civilian lines have been spread out. Needless to say, the military has built new villages, resettled people, reclaimed wasteland, introduced workshops, etc. are all very expensive things. Land taxes, border commercial taxes and even commercial profits cannot fill the gaps. Yat's bulging money bags are fading day by day...

"You keep going first. I have already discussed with Lotti. I plan to sell the two northern and southern goods stores that were Lotti's dowry, leaving only the one in Lucesen." Yatt intends to sell the two western borders.

One reason is that Yat is too short of money at present. Those two shops have to sell tens of thousands of Finneys. If you are lucky, you may still be able to sell tens of thousands of dollars, and this money can also last for a period of time.

Another reason is that Yat and Galvin have the same idea. Once the Boston is in chaos, the two shops in Bernard's power will inevitably be under great threat. Instead of letting the opponent eat them in the chaos, it is better to change them into gold cakes and silver coins in advance and put them in your arms.

Yat also discussed the sale of the shop with Coopers, so Cooper was not surprised, "If it really doesn't work, it can only be like this. However, it's a pity that two milk-producing sheep killed the stewed meat."

"Cuber, believe me, every copper coin we throw out today will turn into a golden cake and return to our purse."

Cooper nodded and prepared to leave for busyness.

"Cooper, in a few days, Lawrence and Salter will come back with a large number of workshop equipment. In the afternoon, you and Geer will accompany me to the valley to see if you can find a more suitable place. I think the address you selected for the workshop is flat, but the water flow next to the river is also very slow. In the future, the water hammer and water truck will not be easy to install and use..."

Cooper left.

As soon as Cooper's figure disappeared at the corner, Ron came in, "Master, the officers' academy will conduct martial arts training in the afternoon. Chief Odo asked me to come back and ask if you can preside over the event in person?"

"Tell Odo that I'm going to the valley in the afternoon and let him and the sergeant conduct the martial arts competition."

The rise of the Middle Ages

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