My British Empire

"As a result, Edwardtown is expected to develop rapidly and the population will definitely increase!"

Gilbert leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs, with a smug look on his face.

Who would have thought that he, who used to be just an ordinary shabby squire, would seize the opportunity, come to America, set up a company, run a small colony, and then become a government official because of policies, comparable to the level of a mayor.

And if this is in England, unless you are an aristocrat, or a country gentleman, or a scholar who has passed the national examination, you can never expect to get such a position.

For the bankrupt Gilbert, coming to America was the right decision.

"And I, Humphrey Gilbert, will be the person who will become the governor-level governor. I will return to England in a glorious manner, and let those snobbish relatives see that the Gilbert family is reunited. Prosper!"

Having said that, Gilbert gritted his teeth, the excitement in his eyes couldn't be restrained.

To be honest, the English have some habits similar to the Chinese, such as modesty to hypocrisy, nostalgia for their hometown, and the most prominent relatives, and the desire to honor their ancestors.

A run-down squire with many relatives, the scorn he received when he was bankrupt has always haunted Gilbert.

He hoped more than once to allow his family to enter the high society again, but the loss of his family's land made him powerless.

The announcement of the agreement in June made Gilbert excited.

"How about it, Andrews, build Edwardtown with me!"

Andrews is very aware of his friend's excitement, but his ambition is not in the official career, which is too tiring.

As long as the sea, sailing in the blue and rough sea is his dream, and staying in the same place will only make him feel restrained.

"No need, my Lord Governor, you know, if I stay in the same place for a year or so, I will go crazy. Only the boundless sea is my life!"

Andrews smiled and shook his head, noncommittal about the friend's invitation.

"Besides, if I help you manage the colony, who can be the captain of this ship?"

Thinking about how hard it was for our company to have a few skilled captains, if they were kidnapped by themselves to manage the colony, it would be a big loss for the company.

"Well, since you want to go to the sea, then go! This is your choice, I have no right to interfere!"

Although he dismisses his friend's "bird-like" ambition, respecting others is still the traditional virtue of a gentleman, and Gilbert still abides by it.

"Okay, that's the end of reminiscing about the past, let's talk about what benefits you have brought to the company in the past six months! Those gentlemen and nobles are not so easy to dismiss, after all, there have been many bankrupt colonial companies over the years!"

Andrews sorted out his mood, then sat up, and asked Gilbert with a serious face, looking very formal.

Hearing this, the expression on the Governor's face couldn't help but change. At this moment, he is no longer a Governor, but the director and boss of the London Colonial Company.

And Andrews brought shareholders' inquiries, which did not exceed his expectations, and he already had a little draft in his mind.

Since the discovery of the New World, non-government colonial companies have focused more on the islands in the Caribbean Sea, but very few have set their sights on the New World.

Moreover, this is very rare, but most of them are bankrupt. Just look at Spain's current attitude towards the New World.

"After staying here for a while, I found that tobacco is not suitable for growing here. Even making sugar from sugar cane is difficult to sustain, and the sunlight is still not strong enough!"

"Ah——" Hearing this, Andrews couldn't help but sighed softly. They were planning to plant tobacco and sugar cane here before, learning from the experience of those Spaniards, but the sun was not strong enough.

"Then what?" After Andrews sighed, he didn't look as dejected and panicked as Gilbert imagined. Instead, he stared at him with a half-smile, which made Gilbert anxious.

This damned Andrews still saw through his mind as always, and he became a little angry from embarrassment.

"Well, I knew you would guess that although tobacco and sugar cane cannot be grown, we found that there are many fish schools around here. There are many cod, salmon, mackerel, etc., which are decreasing day by day. The North Sea is more suitable for the development of the fishing industry!"

After finishing speaking, Gilbert saw that Andrews still had that calm expression, and he could only continue to say helplessly:

"Okay, okay! We found out that it's a good place to grow sugar beet at a very low cost.

The beetroot is lumpy. After harvesting, washing and peeling, the juice and flesh are bright purple. It is sweet enough that we can use it to make wine and sell it all over Europe and on all ships that sail at sea! "

"So, I tried wine brewed from beets. It tastes sweet and fragrant, and it can indeed be used to make wine!"

"Are you sure beets can be used to make wine?" Andrews was extremely excited after receiving the prepared answer.

"This is a good deal, we are going to make a lot of money!" Andrews nodded excitedly, brewing wine from beets is indeed an excellent idea.

In this era, in addition to sugarcane, sugar beets are also one of the sources of sugar, and the cost is lower.

"But isn't winemaking the business of the royal family? I'm afraid it's not good for us to do this!" Andrews asked hesitantly with evasive eyes.

"Don't worry, the wine we make is not strong wine, and it does not conflict with the royal family's strong wine!"

"Besides, there are so many liquor markets at present, we won't take away too much business. Thinking about it, His Majesty the King doesn't care. Besides, the company's shareholders also have the royal family."

Gilbert quickly explained.

So Andrews breathed a sigh of relief.

In this era, there is a shortage of food in various countries, and the price of wine is naturally soaring, especially during the sailing period. The shelf life of water is not long, and the long shelf life of wine and the function of soothing the spirit are highly respected.

After tasting some of the brewed liqueur, Andrew suddenly became energetic.

"Very good, Gilbert, this place is very close to the Spanish colonies, we can transform this place into a port, sell alcohol to them, and make a fortune!"

Only then did Andrews feel that this time he came, this thing is his real gain.

And because of the brewing of liqueur, the development of North America has become even hotter.