Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Take a Gamble
The watermill has become the iconic structure of the village.
The returning villagers, full of curiosity, come by, their faces filled with amazement.
"Is this what Master Lynn has been busy building for days?"
"The wheel’s rotation drives the millstone to spin, no longer needing manpower for grinding?"
"Is this some kind of miracle?"
"Master Lynn said it’s called a stone mill waterwheel!"
...
With the addition of the stone mill waterwheel and three laborers, the brewing workshop’s speed has significantly increased.
Three hundred pounds of wheat malt are all ground into powder within half a day, moving to the next process.
But this is still only a temporary solution.
Lacking large cauldrons for saccharification and boiling!
Without these iron pots, even if the stone mill waterwheel improves the efficiency of malt grinding, it’s impossible to expand beer production!
When this batch of beer is finished, it’s still only nine hundred pounds.
The iron pots, that is, iron products, severely choke the throat of Lynn Village’s development.
Just as Lynn is in a dilemma, George arrives at the village, seated in his carriage.
George nimbly jumps off the carriage that is about to stop.
Looking ahead at Lynn, George’s face is filled with excitement.
"Oh, dear Master Lynn, do you know? This time you’re going to make a fortune!"
Lynn raises an eyebrow, waiting for George’s subsequent words.
George quickly explains, "Master Lynn, do you know? I took your brewed beer to Chisano Town! That’s the town where we sold beer last time!"
"It’s a large town with at least three thousand residents living there!"
"I just brought the beer to town, didn’t even enter the tavern, before those wealthy folks bought it all up."
"Those people drank your beer, Master Lynn, deeply enthralled by it!"
"They really love the taste of rosemary!"
Lynn nodded, not much surprised.
After all, Lex has Level 3 Brewing and Temperature Perception talents on display.
The more they love it, the more it proves Lynn’s choice in selecting Lex and the brewing industry is correct!
George, full of curiosity, looks at Lynn, "Master Lynn, those wealthy people asked me to inquire; exactly which brewer possesses such skill?"
Lynn casually glances beside him, indeed, Lex stands proudly behind him.
Regarding this.
Lynn has no objections.
A brewer certainly needs to know market feedback; only then can he make adjustments to brew beer that becomes more coveted.
Lynn calmly said, "It’s the beer brewed by the master brewer I specifically invited, Lex Floren."
Upon hearing Lynn’s words, Lex became even more thrilled, trembling with excitement.
As if receiving the Emperor of the Empire’s decree!
Lex feels that when George leaves the village, crossing the forest and returning to the town, he will become famous!
George nods, "Alright, Master Lynn, I’ve remembered this name, I’ll tell those wealthy folks this name!"
His statement takes a turn, "Master Lynn, is it still nine hundred pounds of beer this time?"
Lynn somewhat helplessly responds, "Yes, if no agreed items are brought this time, next time it will be nine hundred pounds of beer again."
George laughs, "Master Lynn, I brought back two medium-sized iron pots, each capable of holding around one thousand pounds!"
Upon hearing George’s words, Lynn couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.
Around one thousand pounds?
And there are two?
This far exceeds Lynn’s iron pot budget with George.
An iron pot of roughly one thousand pounds, even at the lightest, weighs about three hundred pounds.
A pound of ordinary iron costs two pence per pound!
In other words, the combined cost of two iron pots is twelve hundred pence.
One hundred shillings!
Five Gold Pounds!
This does not include the blacksmith’s labor costs.
Lynn’s nine hundred pounds of beer, sold to George, is worth only three hundred pence.
George noticed Lynn’s confusion, he awkwardly explained.
"Master Lynn, let me be honest with you, I took half of their deposit from those wealthy people."
"They’re giving me a month to deliver their beer to them, only then can I receive the remaining payment."
"Therefore... I can only use the deposit to add equipment for Master Lynn; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to deliver the beer to those wealthy folks, and by then..."
Hearing this, Lynn understood.
George had made a deal with those beer-loving wealthy people.
The consequences by then, George didn’t say, nor did Lynn know.
But Lynn knew those beers had a significant profit margin for George.
People die for money, birds die for food.
Lynn answered, "Don’t worry, once we have these big pots, beer production will increase."
George’s face relaxed slightly.
Lynn glanced at Lex, who immediately understood.
Called upon his few apprentices to carry the iron pots to the brewing workshop.
What George brought was not just two medium-sized large iron pots.
On the cart behind, it was also filled with barley!
At least four thousand pounds!
For a merchant who was previously collecting crops, it’s impossible to have such large expenditures!
Lynn began to suspect how many pence George had collected from those wealthy folks?
However, none of this was of concern to Lynn.
The two iron pots, worth twelve hundred pence; four thousand pounds of barley, worth eight hundred pence, totaling two thousand pence.
The value of these goods is a mere trifle to a Noble Lord.
Even casually forging a set of chain armor for a soldier costs tens of Gold Pounds.
But for Lynn, it is an opportunity.
He strides to the brewing workshop and speaks to Lex.
"Lex, with these two iron pots, how much beer can the brewing workshop produce at once?"
Lex’s eyes darted around as he hurriedly calculated, "Master Lynn, three thousand pounds, three thousand pounds of beer!"
One thousand pounds of barley can brew three thousand pounds of beer, selling for fifteen hundred pence.
In other words.
The brewing workshop needs to brew four thousand pounds of beer to match the value of the two iron pots and barley he delivered.
Lynn said sternly, "Lex, from now on, I don’t care what method you use, every week I need to see three thousand pounds of beer packed into barrels and sent out by George!"
"Otherwise, you’ll be stuffed into the barrels!"
Feeling the majesty emanating from Lynn, Lex immediately became nervous.
"I understand, Master Lynn."
...
On the secluded road in the mountains and forests.
Two carriages are traveling smoothly.
Perhaps because the cargo on the carriage frame is light, the two horses leisurely snort.
The servant driving the carriage glanced at George, kindly reminding him.
"Master George, you used the Dalton Family as a guarantee to receive their deposit; if your father finds out, the consequences..."
George’s face is full of calm, "I know what the consequences will be!"
The Dalton Family, as a generational merchant family, holds some fame in Kakasong City.
Not only within Kakasong City but even encountering some bandits outside, knowing it’s the Dalton family’s caravan, they would only charge a small toll and generously offer passage.
But they’ll only do so out of respect for the patriarch, Ward Dalton.
George Dalton is only an illegitimate child unable to enjoy any rights from the Dalton Family!
Even after reaching adulthood, he would be dispatched to various small towns and villages to engage in traveling merchant activities, relying on his ability to create new income channels for the family.
Not even allowed to use the Dalton Family name!
With his ability, he established his own merchant channels.
Finding quality farm produce in various villages, buying them at a low price, and selling them at a high price in towns.
But George understood that relying on such small operations, he could never turn his life around.
Until he accidentally went to Kent Village and saw Lynn selling beer.
George sensed the business opportunity and profits brought by Lynn’s beer.
He felt...
An opportunity that could turn his life around seemed to be in front of him!
The servant immediately fell silent, not daring to speak more.
Looking at the tense servant, George smiled.
"Barry, if you don’t take a gamble, we can never raise our heads within the Dalton Family... are you willing to be a coachman all your life?"