After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 122: Large-scale production

The potato chips instantly conquered the crowd, which is to be expected. Xuelu, Little Yi, and the two little nuns grabbed a handful and sat at the field beside the chapel, chatting and throwing potato chips into their mouths.

They ate a few pieces of potato chips and then drank a few sips of Coca-Cola. Truly a happy and lighthearted scene.

Robb wondered whether to tell them that eating these two things would make them fat.

Mhm, forget it!

Anyway, nine times out of ten, people in this age arent able to eat a lot of big fish and meat, and most of the time, they eat very little. They wont gain weight as long as they keep it in moderation. Besides, getting a bit fatter isnt that bad. It feels good to the touch too.

The mayor of Westwind town came over with a smile and saluted Robb, "Father, I've watched the whole process, but I cant do it. The way you grew the soybeans cough you buried them in the ground, and they grew the next day. We can't do that. You are the only one who has the miracle to grow crops in a day."

Robb said with a smile, "it's very simple. At the latter end of next year, between April and May, sow the seeds and then apply some fertilizer. This thing needs soil fertility. Dig a manure pit at the edge of the field and ferment it to make fertilizer."

He said a few words casually, said some small details about growing soybeans, and said with a smile, "you'll understand it after you plant it anyway."

The mayor silently wrote down the method, thinking that the soybean oil made from this thing called soybeans could be used to make a lot of things in the future. Didn't Father say so? That this thing is essential for various delicacies. It may even blow up. If I want to make a lot of money, I can consider planting a lot of this next year. It is decided! When I return, we will vigorously ready land and use half of the fields to grow beets and half of the fields to grow soybeans. Getting rich is just around the corner.

Robb suddenly remembered something and smiled, "Mr. Mayor, I remember you started the Westwind waterworks in August. Now it's almost October. How is it going."

Speaking of this, the mayor's face immediately grew a smile, "Oh, all thanks to Father teaching me this, I have made a fortune."

"My God! This also money? Robb was startled. This actually made a profit? How did you earn it? You dont even have a water meter, yet you dont lose money?

The mayor said, "as you know, the copper and iron in Westwind Town are near worthless. I asked the slaves to do it, and it didn't take much money to build a big water tower. I just asked the masons to help and guide it. So, the big water tower was built with little money. Then, I charged every townsman connected to the water pipe a water supply with a fee of 20 copper coins a month. With 700 households connected to my water pipe, I earned 14000 copper coins in a month just by sitting on the ground, which is really a big profit. Recently, I have been extending water pipes to the residents of White Birch Town, and it is estimated that in a few days, I will be able to collect from hundreds more.

Robb quickly interrupted him and said, "I say, man, how fast do the households consume? Don't you have to calculate the labor cost of the domestic slaves you used?

The mayor said, "Unnecessary! I made the domestic slaves go up the mountain, catch dozens of goblins and ogres, whipped them, and forced them to keep pumping water. My domestic slaves are so relaxed that they don't need any labor costs. Anyway, even if Goblin and ogres die, we can just catch more. They multiply quickly, anyway.

Robb:

This doesn't make sense. Robb forgot that there is free manpower in this world - monsters!

As long as we continue to exploit and oppress monsters, there is no need to consider human manpower at all. Under such circumstances, the mayor certainly doesn't care how much water the townspeople use, and there is no need for water meters at all. Anyway, if there is not enough water, he just needs to grab a few goblins to twist the water screws.

What he earns is actually the earnings of the monsters!

Robb covered his face and said, "How impressive! Admirable.

"No, no, no, it's Father thats impressive." The mayor hurriedly said, "if you hadn't put forward the plan, I wouldnt have known that I could earn money this way. Father, you really are my beacon. I am sure of one thing now. Ill follow Father. If Father tells me to go east, then I will not go west. If Father tells me to go west, I will not go east."

The mayor of Stone Canyon and White Birch Town were also eager, but they had not learned any good tricks yet, so they were now in a hurry. They leaned to Robb and whispered, "Father, if you still have similar ways to make money by lying down in the future. Can you also teach us?"

"No, get out!" After scolding, Robb's heart softened again. Capitalism is sprouting. I'd better give them a hand. He whispered, "I'll teach you something good. There are a lot of things. The townspeople have done a lot, such as building water towers and growing potatoes and sugar beets. However, when you scale it up, the situation is completely different. Take the matter of building a water tower. For example, the mayor of Westwind Town made it on a large scale, so he made a lot of money. Beets, potato chips, fruit juice. In fact, all these things can be scaled."

The two mayors asked inexplicably, "How do we scale things up? These things are not difficult to do. Every family can do it on its own."

Robb smiled and scolded, "how long will it take for a farmer to grow beets in two large fields and rely on his young partner to turn all the beets into candy? Will they be able to turn all the beets into candy before they rot?"

The two mayors thought for a moment, and with a cry of "ah," they seemed to understand something.

Robb said with a smile, "take out your money, buy all the beets that the townspeople can't finish, grab a Goblin or hire refugees as labor at a low price, and turn all the beets into candy. Ordinary townspeople can't capture goblins or hire refugees, but you have domestic slaves and have the ability, so you make this happen on a large scale. At that time, the candy made by the townspeople themselves could only be sold for a small amount of money, but if you produced it on a large scale, you would make a lot of money. "

The two mayors were overjoyed, "I see! Juice can be made in the same way, soybean oil can be done in the same way, and potato chips can be made in the same way. Oh, my God, everything can be done like this. I'm going to get rich. I'm going to make a lot of money."

[Westwind Town has entered the embryonic stage of capitalism]