Lord of Industrialization

"Chicken soup is good!"

Frederick did not expect that Larsen, as a priest of the Church of Nature, could actually cook.

The living area of ​​the church is not large, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, where Larson, his wife Uli and son Anson live.

Wuli was a pharmacist and Ansen was a hunter. They went hunting with the hunting team led by the wolf-headed elder of the tribe and returned after a few days.

The aroma of chicken soup had already filled the restaurant. Frederick had seen it before in this era, but this was the first time he smelled it.

Larson brought the iron pot to the dining room, and Frederick couldn't wait any longer.

I saw a thick layer of fat floating on the chicken soup. The chicken was as white as water, almost like water tofu. Apart from salt, there was only a piece of flattened young ginger and a few purple mushrooms in the soup.

Larson used a spoon to scoop most of the chicken fat into a small bowl, and said at the same time: "It's not that I won't give it to you, this oil will be useful tomorrow."

Frederick smiled and said: "You can cook vegetables in animal oil, meat in vegetable oil, and fry eggs in chicken oil."

"Huh?" Larsen looked a little surprised, "You also know? This is a way of eating that has been passed down in our church for thousands of years."

"Oh, my sister and the others must have told you."

Frederick just smiled. This was what a fat colleague in his previous life told him, and it was indeed good.

Larsen went to the kitchen to bring today's staple food and jam.

The staple food here is a kind of flour cake, which is made of barley flour mixed with soybean flour. It is palm-sized and round, with a ring as thick as a finger in the middle. It is baked and hung on a stick to prevent mice.

Tonight's pancakes are freshly steamed. The old hen's blood, internal organs, head, neck and paws are used to make soup for tomorrow. The pancakes are steamed in the steamer above.

There are only two meals a day here. After getting up to work at dawn, one meal is eaten around noon. This meal is for coping, and the second meal is eaten after dark, which is relatively formal.

Larson helped Frederick scoop up a bowl of soup. There was a chicken leg in it, and the meat accounted for most of it. His bowl only had one chicken wing.

He said apologetically: "Sorry, our conditions here are limited, this is the best."

Frederick said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I'm not that particular."

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of chicken soup. It was fresher than the ones cooked by the cooks in the restaurant streets outside Weissenburg and in the castle.

The chicken also surprised him. Perhaps because of its high fat content, it tasted very tender and not as tender as the old chicken at home.

Frederick discovered in the pasture that the size of the chickens here was different from that in the south.

The original golden-skinned chicken introduced from the southern continent looks like it came out of a gym. The chicken breasts are particularly developed, but there is not much fat.

The chicken here looks like a sumo wrestler, with a thick layer of oil on the belly.

This is determined by the local environment. It is colder in the north and chickens cannot live without fat. The hot climate in the south is destined to not have a high body fat rate in golden skinned chickens.

So Frederick decided to introduce this kind of chicken and see if crossing it with the golden-skinned chicken would produce a new breed that would gain the advantages of both.

Larsen looked at Frederick in disbelief after hearing that he wanted to introduce this kind of chicken to Weisenburg Castle. He checked the mushrooms in the soup to make sure they were correct.

"I'm serious." Frederick was a little dumbfounded. "We are now introducing unique breeds of poultry and livestock from various places to breed and improve. I think this kind of chicken has a lot of future."

Larsen understood and sighed: "I didn't expect that in addition to raising horses and hunting dogs, your noble master would also raise chickens."

Frederick heard him mention hunting dogs and asked: "Do you have any good hunting dogs to recommend? Now we are looking for and breeding suitable military dogs."

"No." Larson shook his head, "We can do dog sledding here, and we can demolish homes, but hunting is not good."

"But if you want a three-headed dog, I can help. There are some raised as pets in the church."

Apart from Dawn, the most famous animal in Weissenburg is Maria’s three-headed Bichon Frize, which is very cute and well-behaved.

Rudolf's three-headed husky almost demolished William's bedroom back then. It has been kept in the royal hunting ground outside the city for these years, where there is enough space for it to cause trouble.

Frederick thought about it and said, "If it's the kind of cute three-headed dog that's popular with girls, we won't have to worry about selling it."

"I think this kind of dog is quite magical. Why does it have three heads?"

Larson had just finished eating a piece of bread, took a sip of soup and said, "According to the records in our church, the three-headed dog comes from another world."

"It was a time when the gods walked on earth from time to time, and he brought animals from other worlds."

Frederick raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Is this happening?"

"Can you tell me about this record?"

The record of the three-headed dog traveled here earlier than Psyche. Could it be said that there had been a group of time-travelers before this, and the so-called gods might have been other time-travelers?

Larson shook his head and said: "I don't know very well. There are very few records left. It seems that the Winged Unicorn and the Hippogriff came here this way."

"I heard that no one has ever seen an elephant with two trunks as big as a house."

Frederick thought for a while, he hadn't heard Psyche mention this matter, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

He asked Larson curiously: "Did you grow up in this tribe?"

"No." Larson shook his head, "My mother is an Aurora Warrior. Because I am a man, I am a priest in the church. My sister became an Aurora Warrior like my mother."

Frederick asked curiously: "Where is your father?"

"I don't know." Larson said nonchalantly, "Aurora warriors will look for men with excellent morals, intelligence and physical ability to give birth to children. Some girls will become Aurora warriors or priests, and some will learn skills from boys in the church. Make your own living.”

Frederick finally understood why Valerie wanted to have a child with him, and Larsen and his sisters were very enthusiastic to help. It turned out to be tradition.

But it’s not surprising if you think about it carefully. The natural environment here is harsh. Only those with strong bodies can survive better. Strong people give birth to children with a higher survival rate. This happened in Linhai back then.

Larson smiled and asked Frederick: "I heard that you beat Peterson in an arm wrestling match?"

Frederick nodded and said, "I was careless at first and almost lost."

Peterson is a local snake here, so it doesn't matter if he sells face.

Larsen smiled and said: "Don't lock the door tonight when you go to bed. Otherwise it will be pried open anyway. A girl will definitely come and leave offspring with you."

What mother doesn’t want her offspring to be outstanding? Who wouldn’t want a strong and handsome boy now coming to her door?

Frederick had a black hair. People say "stallion" to describe the process, but his "stallion" is a proper result-only theory.

"That's not good." Frederick shook his head, "I won't stay here all the time. What will they do if I leave."

Larsen said nonchalantly: "Just do whatever you want. Just treat the child as if his father died and remarried. There are many such things."

There are no pensions these days. Excellent offspring are what you rely on to survive. Everything else is unimportant in the face of "survival".

Even an excellent child is a bonus for remarriage, and people are happy to have a reliable helper in the family.

It doesn't matter if the child is a daughter, it's common for adopted brothers and sisters to get married.

Frederick decided to block all the doors and windows with tall nuts tonight.

But what he didn't expect was that when he returned to his residence, he found several girls with big shoulders and round waists waiting for him.

Frederick: "Don't come over here!"