The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 773 The Salvation of Sorghum

Franz looked at everything in front of him helplessly. The girl cut her hair just to survive, and the country was indeed hopeless.

However, it is too outrageous to cook the unhulled sorghum directly as porridge. If you eat too much, you will die.

Franz walked into the yard, he didn't pay attention to the surprised eyes, he picked up the sorghum ears on the ground.

"Bring a wooden box, a bigger one." (Gaelic)
Franz's tone was unquestionable, but Scathach had already raised his fire shovel at this time.

A fire shovel is a specialized tool for handling peat.

Ella on the side quickly grabbed her sister.

"He's the businessman."

Scathach's expression changed several times before he finally asked respectfully.

"See how much my hair can sell for."

Franz said without looking back.

"Go get a wooden box, otherwise we won't talk about it. And remember to dry your hair and be careful not to catch a cold."

Although this is a word of concern, in Skaha's eyes, it is the small thought of a profiteer, and he can't help cursing in his heart, "Isn't it just a little too much water? What a sting!"

After that, he went into the house and rummaged through the cabinets with his hands and feet.

After a while, she came out with a big wooden box in her arms, and Scathach found that her younger brother and sister had become one with that profiteer and cheapskate.

In fact, it's nothing, a bag of sugar can get these guys all done.

Scathach coughed twice unhappily, "Cough, cough, the box you asked for is here."

Then she gave her younger brother and sister a hard look with her eyes, which meant that if the other party was a human trafficker, they would have surrounded you.

It's just that there are too many orphans at this time, and the traffickers have a better way, so there is no need to waste costs in doing so.

Franz picked up the sorghum ears and started beating the wooden box. Scathach didn't understand, but she knew it was her food and immediately stepped forward to stop it.

"what are you doing?"

"Help you get the sorghum seeds out. Sorghum hulls are a medicinal material that will make you sick if you eat too much."

Only then did Scathach realize that the hard-to-peel sorghum seeds were falling off the shells.

But there were still some leftovers, just when she felt that the young master in front of her would throw away the remaining ears of sorghum, Franz dipped the ears of sorghum into the pot.

A few seconds later, Franz pushed with his hands, and the sorghum seeds were easily squeezed out.Soon a few bunches of sorghum were picked. At this time, Skaha turned his attention to the pot again, and it was a pity that his pot of porridge was gone.

"Take it to my horse."

Franz touched his body and found that the smallest thing in his hand was the pound sterling. If the remaining gold coins were taken out, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

I had to quickly take out a pound and put it into the hand of the youngest child.

"Take it away, you can exchange this for a lot of candies for your parents, don't show it to your sister."

The youngest girl immediately slid it up her sleeve and looked warily at her older sister, drooling from the corner of her mouth.

Scathach curled her lips, but she saw a flash of silver light just now, and it was most likely a shilling.

Note: One shilling is twelve pence, and twenty shillings is one pound.

Scathach is still researching how to sell his hair for a good price. In the past, the price he collected in the village was usually fifteen shillings, but now life is difficult, and those black-hearted ghosts try their best to lower the price, and usually only sell for [-] shillings. Ten shillings.

Like Ella, it only sold for nine shillings before, but fortunately, Scathach's hair is longer, so it should be able to sell for eleven shillings.

After Franz finished processing the sorghum ears, he emptied the previous pot, and then put it in clean water for stewing.Soon there was an aroma escaping from the cracks in the lid of the pot.

"It's much more delicious than yours." Mickey and Tommy complained in unison, and the two younger sisters on the side also agreed.

While waiting, Franz tore off the outer skin of the sorghum poles, and then handed them to the surrounding "audience" in sections.

Everyone was unclear, so Franz could only demonstrate in person.

Sorghum stalks are edible, with a slightly sweet taste inside, and the leftover dregs can be used to make chewing wine.

Chewing wine is relatively dark in the eyes of modern people, but it can be regarded as an extremely high-quality tribute in Japan.

However, Franz did not teach them how to make chewing wine. After all, this kind of behavior is more unacceptable in Europe.

The slightly sweet sorghum stalks quickly conquered everyone, after all, Irish people rarely eat sweet things.

Although Britain was the world's largest sugar importer at this time, and the per capita sugar consumption was the highest in the world, this had nothing to do with the Irish, who usually only found sweetness in potatoes and flowers.

However, eating too much sorghum stalks is not good for the body, so Franz still wants to teach them how to make wine.

"Teach you another good way to make money."

The audience on the side were busy chewing sorghum stalks, so Franz had to emphasize his tone.

"Want to hear?"

"miss you!"

It's just that the oriental wine-making process is a bit dark in the eyes of Westerners.Especially the koji that Franz took out, the children including Skaha wanted to taste it in their mouths.

But these guys are still skeptical about this brewing process, and it's just a joke.

Franz didn't bother to explain, and will hand it over to the archbishop later. Sometimes religion is more useful than science.

"What do you think of my hair?"

"Well, it's pretty cool."

Scatha Jennings was at a loss for words for a while, and Ella was also very anxious. After all, it is not easy to find such a good businessman.

"I want to sell it, how much do you want?"

Franz thought about it seriously. In fact, at this time, the purchase price of this kind of long hair for women in the city is usually 20-30 florins, which is 2-3 pounds.

"Two pounds." In order to maintain his profiteering scheme, Franz deliberately lowered the price by 20%.

"What?!" Scatha exclaimed in surprise, while the others were speechless.

Seeing this, Franz felt that he might not understand the market, after all, prices in Britain were much higher than those in Austria.

"Two pounds and a shilling?"

Scathach jumped up excitedly, then hugged Franz and kissed him, which made the latter a little confused, but he quickly understood the situation.

Because the former stretched out his head and handed over a pair of scissors.

Franz patted the other person on the head, hoping she could calm down.

"We can talk first. How did you get through this difficult time?"

Scatha Janis was stunned, but still told Franz what had happened in the past few years, and said almost pleadingly.

"We really need money. My mother is pregnant again, but she still has to work on the landlord's farm. Many babies have died this year. Even if they don't die, mothers don't have milk, and milk can't be bought."

"Relax. Everything will be alright, you are really strong to be alive in such a difficult environment, and you deserve a better future."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Didn't I just teach you how to survive? Since potatoes can't survive, then you can plant sorghum, which will produce at least 4-5 times the yield of wheat.

Moreover, sorghum stalks can also be used to brew wine, feed livestock, and even be used as firewood.But this can only guarantee your minimum survival. If you want to live and live well, you still need to pay more. "

(End of this chapter)